· 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 ; Providence. 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 : Go 4 O! bless his name, ye nations, fed With nature's chief supporter, bread: Providence. 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 young 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.” grace! 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. THUS |