The joyful crew abandon fear, And hail the welcome haven near. 6 O may the seaman's song record The wond'rous goodness of the Lord; Let every tongue, let every pen, Declare his love to sinful men.
PSALM 107. C. M.
The mariner's psalm.
1 COME ye, who trade in floating ships,
And seas and tempests care;
Come, praise Jehovah with your lips,
And all his works declare.
2 At his command the winds arise,
And swell the towering waves;
The men astonish'd mount the skies,
And sink in gaping graves.
3 Again they ride the swelling surge,
And plunge in deeps again,
Their constant way thro dangers urge,
Or shift their course in vain.
4 What fears, what agonies are felt,
To move the sons of steel,
Their hearts with inward trouble melt,
And they like drunkards reel.
5 Amaz❜d to hear the tempest roar,
They pant with fluttering breath;
And hopeless of the distant shore,
Expect immediate death.
6 Then to the Lord they raise their cries,
He hears the loud request,
And ordering silence thro the skies,
He lays the floods to rest.
7 Sailors rejoice to lose their fears,
And breathe a milder air;
Now to their eyes the port appears,
And all around is fair.
8 'Tis God, who brings them safe to land, Let stupid mortals know,
That waves are under his command,
And all the winds that blow.
9 O praise Jehovah in your psalm,
And all his love record;
'Tis God, who does the tempest calm,
Praise ye the sovreign Lord.
PSALM 107. Last part. L. M.
Nations blest and punished.
1 WHEN God, provoked with daring crimes, Scourges the madness of the times,
He turns the fields to barren sands,
And drives the rivers from the lands.
2 His word both peace and plenty brings,
At his command the season springs;
And when the barren earth grows dry,
He sends a blessing from the sky.
3 Where nothing dwelt but beasts of prey,
Or men as fierce and wild as they,
To deserts wild his saints withdraw
To shun the power of tyrant law.
4 The forest grows a fruitful field,
The stubborn oaks before them yield,
The soil improv'd they plant and sow,
And God in goodness makes it grow.
5 Thus are they blest; but if they sin,
He lets the heathen nations in;
A savage crew invade their lands,
Their princes die by barbarous hands.
6 Their captive sons expos'd to scorn,
Wander unpitied and forlorn;
They live opprest with numerous woes,
Or fall the victims of their foes.
But if the nation prest with fears,
To God confess their sins with tears,
The Lord again becomes their Rock,
And gives them children like a flock.
8 The righteous with a joyful sense,
Admire the works of providence;
And tongues of atheists shall no more
Blaspheme the God whom saints adore.
9 How few with pious care record,
The wond'rous dealings of the Lord;
But wise observers ever find
The Lord is holy, just and kind.
PSALM 108. Part 1. C. M.
A song of praise.
1 MINE heart is fixt, eternal King,
To thee my voice I raise,
To thee will I give thanks and sing,
Triumphing in thy praise.
2 Among the people of thy care,
And thro the nations round,
Glad songs for thee will I prepare,
The hills shall praise resound.
$ Awake, mine harp, begin to play,
Let music stir the muse;
Awake, my soul, without delay,
And some sweet anthem chuse..
4 Exalt thy throne, eternal God,
High o'er this heavenly frame;
Let nations tremble at thy nod,
And sinners fear thy name.
5 Above the clouds, o'er every star,
Thy power and glory reach;
Who dares to call thee to his bar,
Or who thy truth to 'impeach.*
6 But God will hear our humble call,
And save with his right hand;
Tho tottering worlds and empires fall,
Yet Zion long must stand.
PSALM 108. Part 2. C. M.
God rules over all..
1 THE Lord hath sworn with solemn voice,
"I scorn the sons of pride,
I will o'er all my foes rejoice,
And I'll the prey divide.
2 I rule o'er all by right divine,
To God the power belongs;
I call my saints for ever mine,
And I'll avenge their wrongs.
3 The strong shall know the almighty God, For I defend the weak,
I use the 'oppressor as my rod,
And then the rod I break.
4 My wrath shall strike the guilty thro,
And give the weary rest,
The world shall know what God can do
To make the nations blest.
5 But who shall first conflict with power,
And break the galling chains?
Who but the Lord can storm the tower, Where vile oppression reigns?
6 Come, Jesus, lead the conquering van,
On haughty tyrants tread;
Come and defend the rights of man,
And far thy conquest spread!
*To impeach, to accuse.
7 Exalted Savior, now appear,
The saints thine aid implore; O give us help for death is near, And man can help no more.
8 Thou wilt inspire us for the storm,
With valor's purest flame,
And we shall wond'rous feats perform,
In thy tremendous name.
Slander and treason complained of.
1 HOLD not thy peace, O God my praise,
But put my foes to shame;
Behold what slanders sinners raise
Against mine injur❜d name.
2 The restless tongue with envious strife,
And deep invention tries,
To blast my name, destroy my life,
And fill the world with lies.
3 They for my love have hatred shown,
For good have ill repaid;
But I'll to God my cause make known,
And seek his powerful aid.
4 The sons of treason near me stand,
To watch mine overthrow;
While Satan guides the secret hand,
And aims the deadly blow.
5 But God shall cut the wicked off
In some decisive hour;
The men, who make his name a scoff,
His vengeance must devour.
6 As fools in cursing take delight,
Nor are to blessing given,
So shall they perish from his sight,
To death and darkness driven.
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