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PSALM CXLVI. Particular Metre.
Praife to God for his goodness and truth.

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'LL praise my Maker with my breath;
And when my voice is loft in death,
Praise fhall employ my nobler pow'rs:
My days of praise fhall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.

2 Why should I make a man my trust ?
Princes muft die and turn to duft:

Vain is the help of flesh and blood;
Their breath departs, their pomp and pow'r,
And thoughts all vanish in an hour;
Nor can they make their promise good.

3 Happy the man whofe hopes rely
On Ifrael's God: He made the sky,

And earth, and feas, with all their train
His truth for ever ftands fecure:

He faves th' oppreft, he feeds the poor;

And none shall find his promise vain.
4 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind;
The Lord fupports the finking mind;
He fends the lab'ring conscience peace;
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow and the fatherless,

And grants the pris'ner fweet release.

5 He loves his faints, he knows them well,
But turns the wicked down to hell:
Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns;
Let ev'ry tongue, let ev'ry age,
In this exalted work engage;

Praise him in everlasting strains.

6 I'll praise him while he lends me breath,
And when my voice is loft in death,
Praise fhall employ my nobler pow'rs:
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.

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PSALM CXLVII. ft Part. Long Metre.

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The Divine Nature, Providence and Grace.

I PRAISE ye the Lord: 'tis good to raise
Our hearts and voices in his praise :
His nature and his works invite
To make this duty our delight.
2 The Lord builds up Jerufalem,
And gathers nations to his name ;
His mercy melts the ftubborn foul,
And makes the broken spirit whole.

He form'd the stars, thofe heav'nly flames;
Ile counts their numbers, calls their names;
His wifdom's vaft, and knows no bound,
A deep where all our thoughts are drown'd.
4 Great is our Lord, and great his might;
And all his glories infinite:

He crowns the meek, rewards the juft,
And treads the wicked to the duft.

PAUSE.

5 Sing to the Lord, exalt him high,
Who fpreads his clouds all round the sky;
There he prepares the fruitful rain,
Nor lets the drops descend in vain.

6 He makes the grafs the hills adorn,
And clothes the fmiling fields with corn:
The beasts with food his hands supply,
And the young ravens when they cry.
What is the creature's fkill or force?
The fprightly man, the warlike horse,
The nimble wit, the active limb ?
All are too mean delights for him.

8 But faints are lovely in his fight:
He views his children with delight:
He fees their hope, he knows their fear,
And looks and loves his image there.

PSALM CXLVII. 2d Part. Long Metre.

Summer and Winter.

I " LET Zion" praife the mighty God,

And make his honours known abroad; "For fweet the joy, our fongs to raife, "And glorious is the work of praife." 2 Our children are fecure and blest;

Our fhores have peace, our cities reft;
He feeds our fons with finest wheat,
And adds his bleffing to their meat.
3 The changing seasons he ordains,
The early and the latter rains;

His flakes of fnow like wool he fends,
And thus the fpringing corn defends.
4 With hoary froft he ftrews the ground;
His hail defcends with clattering found;
Where is the man fo vainly bold,
That dares defy his dreadful cold?
5 He bids the southern breezes blow;
The ice diffolves, the waters flow:
But he hath nobler works and ways
To call his people to his praise.

6 To all our realm his laws are shown,
His gospel through the nation known:
He hath not thus reveal'd his word
To ev'ry land :-Praise ye the Lord!

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PSALM CXLVII. Common Metre. Ver. 7-9, 13-18. The feafons of the year.

WITH fongs and honours founding loud,

Addrefs the Lord on high;

Over the heav'ns he spreads his cloud,
And waters veil the sky.

2 He fends his fhow'rs of bleffings down
To cheer the plains below;

He makes the grafs the mountains crown,
And corn in vallies grow.

He gives the grazing ox his meat;

He hears the ravens cry;

But man, who taftes his finest wheat,
Should raife his honours high.

4 His fteady counfels change the face
Of the declining year;

He bids the fun cut fhort his race,
And wint'ry days appear.

5 His hoary froft, his fleecy snow,
Defcend and clothe the ground;
The liquid ftreams forbear to flow,
In icy fetters bound.

6 When from his dreadful ftores on high
He pours the rattling hail,
The wretch that dares his God defy
Shall find his courage fail.

7 He fends his word, and melts the fnow,
The fields no longer mourn;
He calls the warmer gales to blow,
And bids the spring return.

8 The changing wind, the flying cloud,
Obey his mighty word:

With fongs and honours founding loud,
Praise ve the fov'reign Lord.

PSALM CXLVIII.

Particular Metre.

Praife to God from all creatures.

1 E tribes of Adam, join

With heav'n, and earth, and feas,

And offer notes divine

To your Creator's praife.

Ye holy throng

Of Angels bright,
In worlds of light,
Begin the fong.

2 Thou fun, with dazzling rays,

And moon, that rules the night,

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Shine to your Maker's praise,
With ftars of twinkling light.
His pow'r declare,
Ye floods on high,
And clouds that fly
In empty air.

The fhining worlds above
In glorious order stand,
Or in fwift courfes move,
By his fupreme command.
He fpake the word,
And all their frame
From nothing came
To praise the Lord.

4 He mov'd their mighty wheels
In unknown ages paft:
And each his word fulfils
While time and nature laft.
In diff'rent ways

His works proclaim
His wond'rous name,
And fpeak his praise.

PAUSE.

5 Let all the earth-born race, And monsters of the deep, The fish that cleave the feas, Or in their bofom fleep;

From fea and fhore

Their tribute pay,
And ftill display

Their Maker's pow'r.

6 Ye vapours, hail, and fnow, Praise ye th' Almighty Lord,