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31. God's Glory shall for ever last,
With his own soy his works are grac'd : 32. The Earth ftands trembling at thy Stroke,
And at thy Touch the Mountains smoke. 33. Thy Praises shall my Breath employ,
Till it expire in endless Joy. 34. My Meditations will prove sweet,
If they thy kind Acceptance meet. 35. Then shall consuming Sinners fade
To Duft, from whence they firft were made,
PS A L M CXXIV.
AD not the Lord (may Ifrael fay)
Been 2. Had he not then espous'd our Cause,
When Men against us rose;
And rag'd without Controul ;
Had quite o'erwhelm'd our Soul. 6. But prais'd be our eternal Lord,
Who refcu'd us that Day,
Our threaten'd Lives a Prey. 7. Our Soul is like a Bird escap'd
From out the Fowler's Net.
And we at Freedom fet.
Our Confidence remains,
PS A L M CXXXIX.
By Sir J. DENHAM.
1. LORD, thou my Ways haft searcht and known,
My Rising up, my sitting down, 3. To Thee are my Conceptions brought,
E'er they are form'd into a Thought. 4. My idle Words thou dost condemn
Before my Lips have fashion’d them: 5. On ev'ry Part thy Hand's imposid ;.,
Behind, before, has me inclos'd. 6. Sach Knowledge is for me too high' ; 7. From thee, O whither shall I fly? 8. If up to Heav'n, Thou there doft dwell
And if my Bed I lay in Hell,
I should not 'scape thy piercing Eye. 9. If on the Morning's Wings I fly,
Or th’Ocean's untrac'd Paths shou'd tread, 10. With thy right Hand I fou'd be led. 11. If I my Head in Night involve,
Thy Light the Darkness wou'd diffolve ; 12. Ev'n Day and Night are but one Name,
For both to Thee appear the fame. 13. Nor Reins, nor Heart cou'd Thee escape,
Thou in the Womb my Form didst shape; 14. So marvellously I was made,
Ev'n of my self I stand afraid.
Thy wondrous Works, thy Praise shall tell. 15. My Substance was by Thee survey'd,
When it was first in secret made.
16. Thy Hand did free, with curious Art,
From Imperfection every Part;
At last, to shew whose Hand it was,
, 17. O how thy Thoughts my Soul delight!
The Sum of them is infinite.
When I to number them wou'd try,
I find they all Accompts outvy ; 18. I sooner might the Sands explore,
That lie upon the Ocean's Shore:
Yet they my early Thoughts employ. 19. Lord, thou the Wicked wilt destroy ; 20. Such as blafpheme, and thirst for Blood,
And those whose Counsels thine withstood.
21. I hated to the last Degree
PSA L M CXLV.
By the same. "O Lord, my God, my Songs to Thee
Shall, like thy self, immortal be! 2. For ever I'll thy Praise express,
And ev'ry Day thy Name will bless. 3. Great is the Lord,'his Praise no Bounds
Confine, no Line his Greatness founds. 4. That Generation which succeeds,
Shall learn from this thy mighty Deeds. 5. The Honour of thy Majesty 6. I'll fing, how wonderful! how high ! 7. The Measures of thy Grace who know ? 8. Thy Mercy's swift, thy Anger Now.
9. O'er all, God's guardian Mercy stands,
His Bounty falls from equal Hands : 10. His wondrous Pow'r his works proclaim,
For which the Saints shall bless his Name.
11. GOD's Majesty, his Pow'r, the State. 12. Of his Dominion, Saints relate
So large, fo lafting, so renown'd, 13. As neither Place nor Time shall bound.
14. Thy Hand supports the drooping Head;.
Haś rais'd the Low, the Hungry fed. 15. The whole Creation, Men and Beasts, 16. Attending Thee, thy Bounty feasts, 17. Justice and Truth thy Ways fecure,
And, like thy self, thy Works are pure. 18. To them that pray, the Lord is near ;
To all who pray, and are fincere. 19. Their Suits, he grants, their Wants supplies,
And faves them when he hears their Crics. 20. All this the righteous Man enjoys,
But the Ungodly, God destroys. 21. My Lips his Praises shall proclaim,
And all who live shall bless his Name,
Parapbras'd by an unknown Hand.
Inspir’d, let ev'ry. Being rise,
Above the Concave of the Skies.
Begin, ye sacred Thrones above,
Ye Seraphs Atrike your golden Lyres ; Ye Sons of Harmony and Love
Bless and exalt him in your Choirs. Far as thou dare't a quickning Ray,
Divulge, O Sun, his endless Fame ;
His Afts in Gratitude proclaim..
To him thy constant Tribute bring :
To him with pious Duty fing. Ye gay Attendants of the Night,
From Sphere to Sphere the Accents roll, Ye Planetary Globes of Light,
Resound his Deeds from Pole to Pole, Ye splendid Heavens, ye Vaults on high,
With Rapture fieze the darling Theme; Ye Floods that glide above the Sky,
Bear down his Praise in ev'ry Stream. Let the bright Realms of lasting Bliss,
Extol him through the vast Expanse: By him from Chaos' dark Abyss, The various Elements advance.
He spoke, Confufion heard the Word,
In her capacious Gulphs obfcure ; Strait sprang up Worlds in sweet Accord,
Fix'd, and commanded to endure.
Let Clouds in Rain their Part disclose,
Let Winds with all their Blasts adore Ye Meteors blaze, drop down ye Snows,
Ye Lightnings play, and Thunders roar. Next, let the Choiristers of Air,..
The propagated Hymn affume;
To him they owe the various Plume.