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Ś Thus fall thy Son our Saviour come,
And Light'nings round his Chariot play ;
And own the Lord, of Majesty the Spring; With Rev’rence pure his sacred Name adore ; When Dangers nigh, his pow'rful Aid implore, For Strength deriv'd from him your Homage own;
And proftrate fall before his awful Throne.
He rolls his Thunder through the sable Clouds;
The stately Cedars tremble at the Sound. 3 Th' Almighty speaks, the parted Clouds give Way,
And through the Breach the ruddy Light’nings play;
Creation trembles at the Voice of God. 4 The Coverts shine, detected by the Blaze,
And God's high Temple echoes with his Praise ;
PSALM XXX. Firft Version. Merrick.
Sickness and Sorrow removed.
His Hand its healing Pow'r applied,
2 Ye faithful Sons of Israel's Name,
Your Maker's Sanctity proclaim,
The Song of Gratitude and Praise. 3 How prompt his Favor to dispense
Its life-imparting Influence;
And view'd my Life with Blessings crown'd
“ What Ils shall e'er my Peace invade?". 5
But, instant, thou thy Face hadit turn'd,
My Blood absorb, to thee redound ?: 6 Or, vocal in thy Praise the Dust
Proclaim thy Counsels wise and just,,
And gracious to my Plaints attend.. 7 Again the Face of Joy I wear ;
Thou'st been indulgent to my Pray's,
PSALM XXX. Second Version. TATE.
OW I in prosp'rous Days presum'd,
No sudden Change I fear'd, While in my Sun-fhine of Success
No'low'ring Cloud appear'd:
My Welfare's only Trust,
My Glory laid in Duit.
My Error I confess’d,
Thy Mercy's Throne address’d.
“ Congeal'd by Death's cold Night “ Can filent Alhes speak thy Praise,
Thy wond'rous Truth recite ? “ Hear me, O Lord, in Mercy hear,
" Thy wonted Aid extend; “ Do thou send Help, on whom alone
“ I can for Help depend.” 6 'Tis done! Thou hast my mournful Scene
To Songs and Triumph turn'd Invested me in Robes of Joy,
Who late in Sackcloth mourn'd. 7 Exalted thus, I'll gladly sing
Thy Praise in grateful Verse: And as thy Favors endless are,
Thy endless Praise rehearse. ! PSALM XXX. Third Version. Firft Part. Watts.
Will extol thee, Lord, on high,
At thy Command Diseases fly.; Who but a God can speak, and save
From the dark Borders of the Grave ? 2 Sing to the Lord, ye Saints of his,
And tell how large his Goodness is
3 3. His Anger but a Moment stays;
His Love is Life and Length of Days ;
And I presum'd t'would ne'er be Night;
Blood ? Deep in the Dust can I declare “ Thy Truth, or fing thy Goodness there? “ Hear me, O God of Grace, I said, “ And bring me from among the Dead;' Thy Word rebuk'd the Pains I felt,
Thy pardoning Love remov'd my Guilt. 5 My Tongue, the Glory of my Frame,
Shall nè'er be filent of thy Name;
May all thy Grace implore. 2 O Lord, my God, oppress'd with Grief,
To thee I breath'd my Cry; Thy Mercy brought divine Relief,
And wip'd my tearful Eye. 3 Thy Mercy chas'd the Shades of Death,
And snatch'd me from the Grave; O may thy Praife employ that Breath
Which Mercy deigns to fave.
4 Come, Oye Saints, your Voices raise
To God in grateful Songs;
Infpire your Hearts and Tongues.
But soon his Anger dies ; His life-restoring Smile again
Returns, and Sorrow flies. 6 Her deepest Gloom, when Sorrow Spreads,
And Light and Hope depart, His Smile celestial Morning sheds, And Joy revives the Heart.
PA vs E.
How did my Soul rejoice!
Should ever shock my Joys.
Thy shining Face withdrew,
And pain'd my Soul anew.
Í rais'd my mournful Eyes ;
With supplicating Cries.
In the dark Grave confin'd,
Or call thy Truth to Mind ?
Attend my plaintive Cry;
And bid my Sorrows fly.
New Joys exulting bound;
And Gladness. girds me round.