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4 His Justice next employs the heav'nly String,
The Lord is just and holy, then
Or fun the Pow'r of God most high?
With blest Acceptance rife, and reach the sacred Throne. 5 Hear this, ye pious but dejected Minds, Whom Error darkens, or whom Weakness binds :
Lift from the Dust your mournful Eye,
And Comfort bless the humble Soul ;
For boundless Mercy dwells with Heav'n's immortal King. 6 Come let us then with mingled Voices raise A Song of joyful and of grateful Praise;
With ardent Love our Hearts should glow
To praise the great Almighty One.
On him, the Judge, the Guide, and sacred Lord of all. 7 All ye
who bend beneath the Stroke of Time,
Your Maker and Preserver praise,
Shall lisp upon the Infant's Tongue,
PSA L M CXLVI. First Version. MERRICK.
To Life's last Date my Thanks Thall claim,
2 O seek not, with Presumption vain,
Your Hope on Princes to sustain,
The strengthlefs Prop of human Aid.
Behold the Mortal reft his Head;
But with him to the Grave descend.
The God to Jacob's Offspring known,
In each Distress their Care resign.
And call'd the wat'ry Deep to Birth,
Of Nature's utmost Reign is found.
And crush the Arm of lawless Might;
And loose the wretched Captive's Chain ;
And to the Souls that own his Fear
In endless Series to display.
And wipe the mournful Widow's Tear;
Shall reap the Error of their Way. 9 Sion, in thy God confide,
And know how fix'd his Reign, how wide :
My constant Praise fhall claim.
On Kings, the greatest Sons of Men,
Let none for Aid rely ;
Nor timely Help apply.
And there neglected lie;
Together with them die.
For his Protector takes ;
His constant Refuge makes.
And all that they contain,
Nor make his Promise vain.
Are eas'd by his Decree;
And sets the Pris'ners free.
The Orphans kindly treats,
Of wicked Men defeats.
Is our eternal King :
Let all his Praises sing.
PSALM CXLVI. Third Version, WATTS.
In Work so pleasant, fo divine,
And when my Soul ascends to God.
While Immortality endures :
3 Why should I make a Man my Trust?
Princes must die and turn to Dust;
And Thoughts all vanish in an Hour.
On Ifrael's God : He made the Sky,
He saves th' Oppreft, he feeds the Poor;
And grants the Pris’ner sweet Release.
The Lord supports the sinking Mind:
The Widow and the Fatherless.
He loves liis Saints; he knows them well;
ALE TH ? TH (LE Sh 'T
PSALM CXLVI. Fourth Version. WATTS,
And when my Voice is lost in Death,
Or Immortality endures. 2 (Why should I make a Man
Vain is the Help of Flesh and Blood;
Nor can they make their Promise good.]
And Earth and Seas with all their Train:
4 The Lord hath Eyes to give the Blind;
He sends the lab’ring Conscience Peace:.
And grants the Pris’ner: sweet Release.. 5 He loves his Saints; he knows them well, His Love their joyful Lips shall tell:
Thy God, o Zion, ever reigns : Let ev'ry Tongue, let ev'ry Age, In this exalted Work engage;
Praise him in everlasting Strains.
Praise shall employ my nobler Pow'rs :
Or Immortality endures.
PSALM CXLVI. Fifth Version. Steele.
E Sons of Zion, praise the Lord,
Come tune your Songs in sweet Accords
The sacred Hymn, in Notes divine.. 2 The Praises of my God, my King,
(While I have Life or Breath to fing)
'Till Heav'n improve the blissful Song.
With all his Pride, with all his Pow'r,
The helpless Creature of an Hour.
No more the potent, or the wife ;
Sinks down before the setting Sun.
On Ifrael's Guardian God recline !