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For now her time is come, thy own
appointed day of grace.
with pity are survey'd;
in dust and rubbish laid.
all heathen kings shall fear;
and in full state appear.
nor slights their earnest prayer;
shall his just praise declare.
gracious beams display'd;
hath all the earth survey'd.
he heard their mournful cry,
the wretches doom'd to die.
might celebrate his fame,
loud praises to his name:
their solemn vows address,
the Lord their God confess.
through his fierce wrath decays;
cut short my hopeful days.
when half is scarcely past;
of old by thee were laid ;
with wondrous skill have made.
they soon shall pass away;
shall tarnish and decay.
to thy command they bend;
nor have thy years an end.
shall lasting quiet give;
Whose happy race, securely fix’d, shall in thy presence live.
PSALM CIII. 1, 2 Y soul, inspir'd with sacred love,
God's holy name for ever bless of all his favours mindful prove,
and still thy grateful thanks express. 3, 4 'Tis he that all thy sins forgives,
and after sickness makes thee sound; From danger he thy life retrieves,
by him with grace and mercy crown'd. 5, 6 He with good things thy mouth supplies,
thy vigour, eagle-like, renews; He, when the guiltless suff'rer cries,
his foe with just revenge pursues. 7 God made of old his righteous ways
to Moses and our fathers known; His works, to his eternal praise,
were to the sons of Jacob shown. 8 The Lord abounds with tender love,
and unexampled acts of grace ; His waken'd wrath doth slowly move,
his willing mercy flies apace. 9, 10 God will not always harshly chide,
but with his anger quickly part; And loves his punishments to guide
more by his love than our desert. 11 As high as heaven its arch extends
above this little spot of clay, So much his boundless love transcends
the small respects that we can pay. 12, 13 As far as 'tis from east to west,
so far has he our sins remov'd; Who, with a father's tender breast,
has such as fear'd him always lov'd. 14, 15 For God, who all our frame surveys,
considers that we are but clay; How fresh soe'er we seem, our days
like grass or flowers must fade away. 16, 17 Whilst they are nipt with sudden blasts,
nor can we find their former place; God's faithful mercy ever lasts,
to those that fear him, and their race. 18 This shall attend on such as still
proceed in his appointed way; And who not only know his will,
but to it just obedience pay. 19, 20 The Lord, the universal King,
in heaven has fix'd his lofty throne: To him, ye angels, praises sing, in whose great strength his power is shown.
Ye that his just commands obey,
and hear and do his sacred will, 21 Ye hosts of his,, this tribute pay,
who still what he ordains fulfil. 22 Let every creature jointly bless
the mighty Lord; and thou, my heart, With grateful joy thy thanks express, and in this concert bear thy part.
PSALM CIV. 1 PLESS God, my soul: thou, Lord, alone
possessest empire without bounds;
eternal majesty surrounds.
and glory for a garment take;
thy canopy of state to make.
his palace chambers in the skies;
the swift-wing'd steeds with which he flies. 4 As bright as flame, as swift as wind,
his ministers heaven's palace fill, To have their sundry tasks assign'd,
all proud to serve their Sov'reign's will. 5, 6 Earth on her centre fix'd, he set,
her face with waters overspread; Nor proudest mountains dared as yet
to lift above the waves their head. 7 But when thy awful face appear’d,
th' insulting waves dispers'd; they fled, When once thy thunder's voice they heard,
and by their haste confess'd their dread. 8 Thence up by secret tracts they creep,
and, gushing from the mountain's side,
appointed to receive their tide.
the threatning surges to repel;
the sea recovers her lost hills;
surprise the vales with plenteous rills.
weary with labour, faint with drought; And asses on wild mountains bred
have sense to find these currents out.
12 Their shady trees from scorching beams
yield shelter to the feather'd throng; They drink, and to the bounteous streams
return the tribute of their song. 13 His rains from heaven parch'd hills recruit,
that soon transmit the liquid store, Till earth is burden'd with her fruit,
and nature's lap can hold no more. 14 Grass, for our cattle to devour,
he makes the growth of every field: Herbs, for man's use, of various power,
that either food or physic yield. 15 With cluster'd grapes he crowns the vine,
to cheer man's heart, oppress'd with cares; Gives oil, that makes his face to shine, and corn, that wasted strength repairs.
PART III. 16 The trees of God, without the care
or art of man, with sap are fed: The mountain-cedar looks as fair
as those in royal gardens bred, 17 Safe in the lofty cedar's arms
the wand'rers of the air may rest; The hospitable pine from harms
protects the stork, her pious guest. 18 Wild goats the craggy rock ascend,
its tow'ring heights their fortress make, Whose cells in labyrinths extend,
where feebler creatures refuge take. 9 The moon's inconstant aspect shows
th' appointed seasons of the year; Th' instructed sun his duty knows,
his hours to rise and disappear. 20, 21 Darkness he makes the earth to shroud,
when forest beasts securely stray; Young lions roar their wants aloud
to Providence, that sends them prey. 22 They range all night, on slaughter bent,
till summon'd by the rising morn, To skulk in dens, with one consent
the conscious ravagers return. 23 Forth to the tillage of his soil
the husbandman securely goes, Commencing with the sun his toil,
with him returns to his repose. 24 How various, Lord, thy works are found;
for which thy wisdom we adore! The earth is with thy treasure crown'd,
till nature's hand can grasp no more.
PART IV. 25 But still the vast unfathom'd.main,
of wonders a new scene supplies, Whose depths inhabitants contain
of every form, and every size. 26 Full-freighted ships from every port
there cut their unmolested way; Leviathan, whom there to sport
thou mad'st, has compass there to play. 27 These various troops of sea and land
in sense of common want agree; All wait on thy dispensing hand,
and have their daily alms from thee. 28 They gather what thy stores disperse,
without their trouble to provide; Thou op'st thy hand, the universe,
the craving world, is all supply'd. 29 Thou for a moment hid'st thy face,
the num'rous ranks of creatures mourn; Thou tak'st their breath, all nature's race
forthwith to mother earth return. 30 Again thou send'st thy spirit forth
t' inspire the mass with vital seed; Nature's restor'd, and parent earth
smiles on her new-created breed. 31 Thus through successive ages stands
firm fix'd thy providential care; Pleas'd with the work of thy own hands,
thou dost the waste of time repair. 32 One look of thine, one wrathful look,
earth's panting breast with terror fills; One touch from thee, with clouds of smoke
in darkness shrouds the proudest hills. 33 In praising God, while he prolongs
my breath, I will that breath employ; 34 And join devotion to my songs,
sincere, as in him is my joy. 35 While sinners from earth's face are hurl'd,
my soul, praise thou his holy name,
invoke his sacred name;
his matchless deeds proclaim. 2 Sing to his praise in lofty hymns;
his wondrous works rehearse;
and subject of your verse.