And on thy watchful providence My chearful hope relies.
8 The fhadow of thy wings My foul in fafety keeps: I follow where my Father leads, And he fupports my steps.
PSALM LXV. 1,—5. First part. Long Metre. Public prayer and praife.
I HE praife of Sion waits for thee,
My God; and praife becomes thy houfe;
There fhall thy faints thy glory fee, And there perform their public vows. 20 thou, whofe mercy bends the skies To fave, when humble finners pray; All lands to thee shall lift their eyes, And islands of the Northern sea. 3 Against my will my fins prevail, But grace fhall purge away their ftain; The blood of Christ will never fail To wash my garments white again. 4 Bleft is the man whom thou shalt chufe, And give him kind accefs to thee: Give him a place within thy houfe, To tafte thy love divinely free.
Let Babel fear when Sion prays; Babel, prepare for long distress, When Sion's God himself arrays In terror and in righteousness. With dreadful glory God fulfils What his afflicted faints request;
And with almighty wrath reveals His love, to give his churches reft. 7 Then fhall the flocking nations run To Sion's hill, and own their Lord; The rifing and the setting fun
Shall fee the Saviour's name ador'd.
PSALM LXV. 5,-13. Second part. Long Mètre.
Divine providence in air, earth, and fea; or, The God of nature and grace.
HE God of our falvation hears
The groans Yet when he comes with kind designs, Thro' all the way his terror fhines. 2 On him the race of man depends, Far as the earth's remoteft ends, Where the Creator's name is known, By nature's feeble light alone. 3 Sailors, that travel o'er the flood, Addrefs their frighted fouls to God, When tempefts rage, and billows roar, At dreadful distance from the shore. 4 He bids the noify tempefts ceafe; He calms the raging croud to peace, When a tumult'ous nation raves, Wild as the winds, and loud as waves. 5 Whole kingdoms, fhaken by the storm, He fettles in a peaceful form; Mountains establish'd by his hand, Firm on their old foundations stand. 6 Behold his enfigns fweep the sky, Now comets blaze, and lightnings fly:
of Sion mix'd with tears;
The heathen lands, with fwift furprife, From the bright horrors turn their eyes. 7 At his command the morning ray Smiles in the east and leads the day, He guides the fun's declining wheels Over the tops of western hills. 8 Seafons and times obey his voice; The ev'ning and the morn rejoice To fee the earth made foft with showers, Laden with fruit, and drest in flowers. 9 'Tis from his wat'ry ftores on high, He gives the thirsty ground fupply; He walks upon the clouds, and thence Doth his enriching drops difpenfe. 10 The defart grows a fruitful field, Abundant food the vallies yield; The vallies fhout with chearful voice, And neighb'ring hills repeat their joys. II The pastures fmile in green array, There lambs and larger cattle play; The larger cattle and the lamb, Each in his language speaks thy name. 12 Thy works pronounce thy pow'r divine; O'er every field thy glories fhine; Thro' ev'ry month thy gifts appear;
Great God! thy goodnets crowns the year.
A prayer hearing God, and the Gentiles called.
RAISE waits in Sion, Lord, for thee; There fhall our vows be paid; Thou haft an ear when finners pray, All flefh fhall feek thine aid.
2 Lord, our iniquities prevail,
But pard'ning grace is thine,
And thou wilt grant us power and skill To conquer ev'ry fin.
3 Blefs'd are the men whom thou wilt chufe To bring them near thy face, Give them a dwelling in thine houfe, To feaft upon thy grace.
4 In anfw'ring what thy church requests, Thy truth and terror shine,
And works of dreadful righteoufness. Fulfil thy kind design.
5 Thus fhall the wond'ring nations fee The Lord is good and just; And diftant iflands fly to thee,
And make thy name their truft.
6 They dread thy glitt'ring tokens, Lord, When figns in heav'n appear;
But they fhall learn thy holy word,
And love as well as fear.
PSALM LXV. Second Part. Common Metre.
The providence of God in air, earth, and fea; or, The bleffing of rain.
'God of eternal pow'r;
IS by thy ftrength the mountains stand,
The fea grows calm at thy command, And tempefts ceafe to roar.
2 Thy morning light and ev'ning fhade Succeffive comforts bring:
Thy plenteous fruits make harvest glad, Thy flowers adorn the spring.
3 Seafons and times, and moons and hours, Heav'n, earth, and air are thine; When clouds diftil in fruitful showers, The author is divine.
4 Thofe wand'ring cifterns in the sky Born by the winds around, With watry treasures well fupply The furrows of the ground.
5 The thirsty ridges drink their fill And ranks of corn appear; Thy ways abound with bleffings ftill, Thy goodness crowns the year.
PS ALM LXV. Third part. Common Metre.
The bleffings of the Spring; or, God gives rain. A pfalm for the husbandman.
OOD is the Lord, the heav'nly King, Who makes the earth his care;
Vifits the pastures ev'ry fpring,
And bids the grafs appear.
2 The clouds, like rivers rais'd on high, Pour out, at thy command, Their watry bleffings from the sky, To chear the thirsty land.
The foften'd ridges of the field Permit the corn to spring; The valleys rich provifion yield, And the poor lab'rers fing.
4 The little hills on ev'ry fide Rejoice at falling fhow'rs:
The meadows dreis'd in all their pride Perfume the air with flow'rs,
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