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PSA L M XCII.
By the same.
IS good, our Thanks to God to bring,
And Praises to his Name to fing. 2. His Love the Morning shall recite,
His Faithfulness the fearful Night. 3. All Arts which Mufick can invent,
Harp, Psaltery, ten-string'd Instrument,
His folemn Praises shall resound;
And how profound his secret Thought !
Nor brutish Man this comprehend.
'Tis certain then the Harvest's nigh.
Is strong, like that o'th' Unicorn
My Ear Shall hear their dying Cries.
Like Cesars fpreud on Lebanon ;
15. Thus is our God for ever just,
firm as a Rock, when him we trust.
E who from Earth, your Mother, fpring,
New Songs to your Creator fing! 2. His high Salvation, Day to Day,
His Name and Honour shall display. 3. His Wonders to the People show!
His Glory let the Heathen know ! 4. The Lord is great, and greatly prais d,
d His Pow'r above all Gods is rais'd.
5. These but from Men their Being take
Our God did Man and Angels make. 6. Pow'r, Honour, Majesty divine,
In his pure Sanctuary íine. 7. Thro' all the Earth, let ev'ry Tribe
Glory and Strength to God ascribe ! 8. His Honour and his Wonders fing,
And to his Courts their Off'rings bring! 9. In pure and beauteous Holiness,
Let all the World his Fear express. 10. May to the Heathen this be known,
That the Almighty reigns alone.
Till they his righteous Judgments prove. 11. Then Heav'n and Earth shall both rejoice
And th’Ocean join its roaring Voice, 12. Then ev'ry Fruit shall joyful be,
Fruits of the Field, and of the Tree. 13. His Judgments to all Nations come,
Who from his Mouth receive their Doom.
PSA L M XCVII.
By the same.
1. HE Lord does reign, let Earth advance
His Praise, let all the Inands dance!
His Throne and high Pavilion hine,
Hills melt like Wax, like Snow they thaw. When God's bright Presence gilds the Air, 6. The Skies his Righteousness declare;
And all the Earth his Glory faw. 7. Confounded may they be who call On Idols, or before them fall ;
All Gods on Earth before him bow. 8. Judah rejoic'd when God was heard, And Sion leap'd when he appear'd,
For they his righteous Judgments know.
Who love his Name, all Sins reject;
Shall from the wicked Hand protect. 11. His Light is for the Righteous fown, Gladness the upright Heart shall crown.
Bring your Thank-Offerings to the Lord, 12. Your Joy in chearful Songs express, His everlasting Holiness,
Still in your Memory record.
PSA L M
PS A L M CIV.
By the same.
I Soul, thy great Creator praise :
When cloath'd in his Celestial Rays, He in full Majesty appears,
And like a Robe his Glory wears.
Th' unfathom'd Deep he makes his Bed ;
The Winds his fleeing Coursers are.
His Minifters, are flaming Fires. 5. The Earth's Foundations by his Hand
Are pois’d, and shall for ever stand. 6. Cloath'd, and invefted with the Flood,
Which once above the Mountains stood; 7. But frighted by his Thunder, fled,
Confind to its appointed Bed. 8. And now those proud impetuous Waves,
Ev’n from themselves receive their Graves ; 9. Nor uncontrollid can pass their Bound,
But in their Chanels walk their Round.
10. Yet them fome secret Veins convey
To Hills, from whence through Vales they stray: 11. Tame Heifers there their Thirst allay,
And for the Stream wild Affes bray. 12. From pleasant Trees, which shade the Brink,
The wing’d Musicians 'light and drink.
17. GOD from his cloudy Cistern pours,
On the parch'd Earth enriching Show'rs : 14. His Dew descending on the Hills,
Both Man and Beast withi Plenty fills.
15. To chear our Hearts he gives us Wine,
And Oil to make our Faces shine :
To make us strong, he gives us Bread 16. The Trees with pregnant Juice are fed. 17. To Birds tall Cedars Shelter yield,
Where their high Marriage-Beds they build : 18. The Stork on Firrs, on Mountains dwells
The Goat, there Coneys make their Cells. 19. He sets the Sun his double Race,
And gives the Moon her changing Pace : 20. And when thick Darkness veils the Day,
Wild Beasts the Forest range for Prey. 21. Lions their Young then lead abroad,
And, roaring, ask their Meat from God ; 22. But when the Morning Sun does rise,
The savage Beast to covert flies. 23. Then Man to his Day-Labour goes,
And in the Ev'ning takes Repose. 24. How strange thy Works! bow great thy Skill!
Both which the Earth with Riches fill.
25. They fill the valt unfathom'd Deep,
Numberless Things there swim and creep;
Still wandring in the Paths below,
'Tis there the vast Leviathan
27. ALL these with Expectation stand,
Attending thy moft lib'ral Hand; 28. From which they all receive fuch Food,
As both to Thee and Them seems good. 29. But when thy Face is hid, they mourn;
And dying, to their Duft return. 30. Thy Spirit, the dispeopled Earth
Fills with a new created Birth.