And bear his orders thro the sky,
With joy to distant parts.

6 When at his sacred feet,

The saints with reverence bow,

Unheard, unseen with them you meet,
And witness every vow.

7 While all who love your King,
In concert join with you,

And man's redemption sweetly sing,
My soul shall praise him too.

PSALM 104. L. M.

The glory of God in creation and providence. 1 MY soul, thy great Creator bless, When cloth'd in his celestial dress, He like a garment puts on light, And heaven is darkness in his sight. 2 High as the shining orbs above, He builds the chambers of his love; But in his wisdom lays their beams, Low as the sea's profoundest streams. 3 His hand the nightly curtain spreads, With spangling stars above our heads, Our eyes those glittering gems behold, His rich embroidery shines in gold. 4 Clouds are his chariots when he flies, On winged storms across the skies, The rushing tempests fall behind, Too slow to bear his swifter mind. 5 His breath the heavenly hosts inspires, His ministers are flaming fires,

And swift as thought their armies fly,
To bear his orders thro the sky.

6 The planets fashion'd by his hand,
Are pois'd and move at his command,

Propell'd by God how true they run,
And keep their orbitst round the sun!
7 His hand in perfect safety guides
The rolling earth and flowing tides;
He binds the deep as with a chain,
Lest it should drown the world again.
8 When cloth'd as with a shining robe,
The waters overwhelm'd the globe,
At his rebuke the billows fled,
Confin'd to their appointed bed.
9 At God's command the purling brook,
Meanderst on with pleasing crook;
The riv'let knows its hilly source,
And laves the vallies in its course.
10 On trees that shade the wat❜ry brink,
The cheerful birds alight for drink;
To God the birds their voices raise,
And chide our silence in his praise.

PAUSE FIRST.

1 The Lord his cloudy cistern fills,
And sprinkling drops enrich the hills;
His rain the parched ground recruits,
And earth is loaded with his fruits.
12 He makes the grassy food to 'arise,
And gives the cattle large supplies,
Abundant corn the vallies yield,
And plenty smiles in every field.
18 But man o'er all the creatures blest,
Is nourish'd far above the rest,

To him the God of nature grants,
A thousand herbs, a thousand plants.

* To propell, to drive forward, projectile force.
+ Orbit, circular course.

To meander, to flow in different directions as a river.

14 His olives yield a pleasing juice, The presses flow in every sluice, And mortals on their tables meet A change of flavors, rich, and sweet. 15 With oil he makes our faces shine, He cheers our hearts with generous wine; But life's supporter, nature's staff,

Is winnow'd first from useless chaff. 16 The 'eternal God, in whom we live, Is free to grant and rich to give,

Both heaven and earth must fail before
We drain the fulness of his store.
17 From God unnumber'd blessings flow,
Bread, wine, and oil, his hands bestow;
While we receive what God imparts,
May daily praise inspire our hearts.

PAUSE SECOND.

18 Thy trees, O God, with sap abound, And spread their branches far around; Above the rest the cedar stands, Well planted by thy skillful hands. 19 Pleas'd with their shade the birds of air For shelter to their boughs repair, 'Tis there the storks their young ones stir, And build their nests among the fir. 20 To craggy hills the goats ascend, And where the sloping mountains end The feeble cony makes his cell, Endu'd with wisdom where to dwell. 21 'Tis God, who sets the sun his race, Who bids the moon to change her face; He calls for darkness, and 'tis night, His stars afford a glimmering light. 22 The lion bold, and hungry whelp, Go forth, and cry to God for help,

In vain their strength to get their prey, Unless the Lord their food convey. 23 At day the lion seeks his den, To shun the feeble sons of men, Who rising soon to work apply, 'Till evening veils the western sky. 24 Evening, sweet truce* from toil and pain, Restores with sleep the wearied brain, Till death, sweet sleep, of greater use, Afford to men a longer truce. 25 Eternal God, thy power and skill, Does every land with wonder fill; Thy wisdom thro the world we see, This spacious earth is full of thee.

PAUSE THIRD.

26 Thy wonders, Lord, are in the deep, Where fish by millions swim or creep, With varying motions swift or slow, Traversing all the paths below.

27 There ships divide their watʼry way, There flocks of scaly monsters play, And there Leviathan resides, Who fearless sports amid the tides. 28 In every want, in every strait, On God the race of creatures wait, What different ways each one pursues, But all in turn receive their dues. 29 Where is the king could half supply, The race of earth, or sea, or sky, Yet God provides, and at his will The hungry nations eat their fill. 30 But if he hide his heavenly face, 'Tis dire destruction to the race,

* Truce, short repose, temporary rest.

Like rising fogs, or scattering fumes,

Their breath departs, their strength consumes.
31 Yet God can breathe on dust again,
And renovate* his millions slain;
A word of all-creating breath,
Repairs the wastes of time and death.
32 The Lord delights in all his ways,
For each his glorious name displays;
The Lord has power to kill or cure,
But his eternal life is sure.

33 This earth stands trembling at his stroke,
And at his touch the mountains smoke;
But humble souls by faith draw near,
And serve the Lord with filialt fear.
34 In God my hopes and wishes meet,
And make my meditations sweet,
His praise shall well my breath employ,
'Till life expire in endless joy.

35 Let impious sinners die accurst,

And all their schemes like bubbles burst;
But I'll to God, my sovreign King,
Immortal alleluas sing.

PSALM 105. C. M.

Israel brought out of Egypt.

1 GIVE thanks to God, invoke his name,
His works of wonder sing,

Sound thro the world his deeds of fame,
And triumph in your King.

2 O, may his love inspire us all

To seek a faithful Lord,

While we to mind his grace recall,

And all his truth record..

* To renovate, to make new, to restore to life: Filial, child like.