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· 4 The world's foundations by his hand
Are poiş'd, and shall for ever stand :
Lest it should drown the earth again.
Which high above the mountains stood,
Confin'd to its appointed bed.
And in their channels walk their rounds;
They spring from hills, and drench the plains. 7 He bids the chrystal fountains flow,
And cheer the vallies as they go;
And for the stream wild asses bray. 8 From pleasant trees which shade the brink;
The lark and linnet light to drink ;
On the parch'd earth enriching show’rs ; The grove, the garden, and the field,
And gives the cattle large supplies ;
herbs for man, of various pow'r,
The olive yields a shining juice :
4 O! bless his name, ye nations, fed
With nature's chief supporter, bread:
Rais'd in the forest by his hands;
And build their nests secure on high. 2 To craggy bills ascends the goat;
And at the airy mountain's foot,
He gives them wisdom where to dwell, 3 He sets the sun his circling race,
Appoints the moon to change her face;
Calls out wild beasts to hunt their prey. 4 Fierce lions lead their
abroad, And roaring, ask their meat from God; But when the morning beams arise,
The savage beast to covert flies. 5 Then man to daily labour goes ;
The night was made for his repose:
From tiresome toil, and wasting grief. 6 How strange thy works! how great thy skill!
All lands thy boundless riches fill :
This spacious earth is full of thee. 7 Nor less thy glories in the deep,
Where fish in millions swim and creep,
8 There ships divide their wat’ry way,
And flocks of scaly monsters play ;
Providence. 1 VAST are thy works, Almighty Lord!
All nature rests upon thy word:
His cheerful looks pronounce it good :
Rejoice, and praise in diff'rent forms. 3 But when thy face is hid they mourn,
And dying, to their dust return;
Life, breath, and spirit, all are thine. 4. Yet thou can'st breathe on dust again,
And fill the world with beasts and men :
Repairs the wastes of time and death.
Are honour'd with thine own delight:
Lord, thou art dreadful in thy praise. 6 The earth stands trembling at thy stroke,
And at thy touch the mountains smoke;
And tell their wants to sov’reign grace. 7. In thee my hopes and wishes meet,
And make my meditations sweet :
8 While haughty sinners die accurst,
Their glory buried with their dust,
God's care of the Patriarchs.
IVE thanks to God, invoke his name,
And tell the world his grace; Sound thro’ the earth his deeds of fame,
That all may seek his face.
For num'rous ages past,
In equal force shall last.
And made the blessing sure : Gentiles the ancient promise read,
And find his truth endure. 4 “ Thy seed shall make the nations blest,"
Said the Almighty voice;
“ The type of heav'nly joys."
To give them Canaan's land,
A little, feeble band.
Securely they remov'd;
Severely he reprov'd.
"Shall soon revenge the wrong:
« Shall know their God is strong.”
WHEN Pharaoh dard to vex the saints,
8 Then let the world forbear its rage,
Nor put the Church in fear :
The plagues of Egypt. .]
their God; Moses was sent at their complaints,
Arm'd with his dreadful rod.
Like an o'erwhelming flood;
A lake, a stream of blood.
Thro' the whole country spread ;
About the monarch's bed.
The ten fold vengeance flew :
And hail their .cattle slew.
The flow'r of Egypt died ;
Their glory and their pride.
Nor put the Church in fear :
Third Part. C. M.