And while thy Mercy on our Heads
The Fulnefs of its Bleffing fheds,

With them th' accepted Hymn to fingi To Thee, my SAVIOUR and my KING. 3 Too faithful Followers of our Sires, Our Life with theirs, great God, confpires Thy Wrath on this our Realm to call, And teach thy Terrors here to fall; Where foon Oblivion can efface Each Act of thy ftupendous Grace.

4 Yet, ftill our FATHER, ftill our FRIEND, To Ifrael's Voice, great GOD, attend; That Sion with delighted Ear

The hallow'd Strains again my hear:
Thy Name the Subject of each Song,
Thy Praife the Boaft of ev'ry Tongue.
5 O, thankful, hail th' Almighty LORD,
The GoD, by Jacob's Sons ador'd:
To Him through endless Ages raise
One Song of oft-repeated Praife :
And let confenting Nations join
To blefs, with us, the Name divine.

PSALM CVII.

10 God above from All below Let Hymns of Praise ascend ; Whofe Bleffings unexhaufted flow, Whose Mercy knows no End.

2 But chief by thofe his Name be bleft,
To whom his Aid He gave ;

Beheld them by the Foe opprefs'd,
And reach'd his Arm to fave.

3 To Eaft, to Weft, to South, to North,
Condemn'd awhile to roam;

His Hand in Pity brought them forth,
And call'd the Wand'rers home.

4 Behold them o'er the Desert stray,
A helplefs, hopeless Train:
Some City where their Steps to stay
They feek, but feek in vain.

5 Ah! what fhall cheer their fainting Mind,
Or what their Woes affuage,
To Thirft's afflictive Pain confign'd,
Or Famine's fierceft Rage?

6 Diftrefs'd, to GOD they make their Pray'r:
He guides, fecures their Feet;
And, fafe in his protecting Care,
They reach their deftin'd Seat.

7 O then that All would blefs his Name,
Whofe Mercy thus they prove,
And, pleas'd, from Age to Age proclaim
The Wonders of his Love.

PART II.

8 WHO o'er the Waves from Shore to Shore
The Gifts of Commerce bear,
The Wonders of the Deep explore,
And own that God is there.

9 By thefe his Works are feen; his Ways By thefe are understood;

He fpeaks the Word; the Storm obeys,
And rifing lifts the Flood.

10 Now high as Heav'n the Bark afcends,
Now feeks the Depth below:

Each Heart beneath the Terror bends,
And melts with inward Woe.

II As gorg'd with Wine, in wild Amaze
They'reel from Side to Side:

Nor Hope furvives, their Souls to raise,
Nor Reason wakes to guide."

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12 Diftreft, to God they make their Pray'r, Obedient to his Will,

The Storms that rag'd, their Rage forbear,
The Seas that roar'd, are still.

13 Joy now revives each anxious Mind;
They fee their Labour o'er ;.
Then, led by Him, their Haven find,
And touch the wifh'd-for Shore.

14 O then that All would bless his Name,
Whofe Mercy thus they prove;
And, pleas'd, from Age to Age proclaim
The Wonders of his Love.

PART III.

15 GOD fpeaks; and lo, a burning Waste,
Where roll'd the Floods before;
And, touch'd by the defcending Blast,
The Springs are seen no more.

16 Sad Witness of fome dire Offence,
Behold the fertile Soil

No more its wonted Gifts difpenfe,
But mock the Tiller's Toil.

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17 He bids; and o'er the Defert wide.
The liquid Lake is fpread:

New Springs the thirsty Earth divide,
And murm'ring lift the Head.

18 And now they fow the foodful Grain,
The tender Vine they rear;

Now waves the Harveft o'er the Plain,
And Plenty crowns the Year..

19 Anon, if, funk with heaviest Woe,
They feel Oppreffion's Pow'r;
Though civil Rage, or conqu'ring, Foe,
Their boafted Strength devour;

20 His Hand affords the wifh'd Release,
Collects their fcatter'd Train;

And bids them like the Flocks increase
That fill the verdant Plain.

21 His Works attentive while it fees,
The Heav'n-inftructed Mind.
Shall own how equal his Decrees,
His Providence how kind.

PSALM CVIII. Metre i.

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GOD, my Heart is fully bent
To magnify thy Name;

My Tongue, with cheerful Songs of Praise,
Shall celebrate thy Fame.

2 Awake, my.. Lute, nor thou, my Harp,
Thy warbling Notes delay;

While I, with early Hymns of Joy,
Prevent the dawning Day.

3 To all the lift'ning Tribes, O LORD, Thy Wonders I will tell,

And to those Nations fing thy Praise
That round about us dwell.

4 Because thy Mercy's boundless Height
The highest Heav'n transcends;
And far beyond th' afpiring Clouds
Thy Faithfulness extends,

5 Be Thou, O GOD, exalted high-
Above the starry Frame;
And let the World, with one Confent,
Confefs thy glorious Name.

6 That all thy chofen People Thee
Their SAVIOUR may declare,
Let thy Right-Hand protect me still,
And anfwer Thou my Pray't.

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PSALM CVIII. Metre ii.

GOD, my Heart is fix'd, is bent, Its thankful Tribute to prefent; And, with my Heart, my Voice I'll raise To Thee, my GOD, in Songs of Praise.

2 Awake my Glory,-Harp and Lute,
No longer let your Strings be mute;"
And I, my tuneful Part to take,
Will with the early Dawn awake.

3 Thy Praifes, LORD, I will refound
To all the lift'ning Nations round;
Thy Mercy higheft Heav'n tranfcends,
Thy Truth beyond the Clouds extends.