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MDCCLXIII,

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PSA L M S

FOR

DIVINE WORSHIP.

PSALM I. To GOD the Creator,

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Common Metre.

I.

REAT firft of Beings! mighty LORD
Of all this wond'rous frame!

Produc'd by thy creating word,

The world from nothing came.

II.

Thy voice fent forth the high command;
T'was inftantly obey'd:

And thro' thy goodnefs all things ftand,
Which by thy pow'r were made.
III.

Thy glories fhine throughout the whole,
Each part reflects thy light:

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For thee in courfe the planets roll,

And day fucceeds the night.

IV.

For thee the fun difperfes heat,
And beams of cheering day :
The diftant ftars in order fet,
By night thy pow'r difplay.

V.

For thee the earth its produce yields;
For thee the waters flow:
And various plants adorn the fields,
And trees afpiring grow.

VI.

Infpir'd with praife, our minds purfue
This wife and noble end;
And all we think, and all we do
Shall to thine honour tend.

PSALM II.

To GOD the Creator and Lord of all.

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Common Metre.

I.

LMIGHTY GOD! thy pow'rful word
From nothing all things brought:

Earth, feas, and skies, by thee their LORD,
With skill divine were wrought.

II.

By thee preferv'd the world remains
A proof of pow'r divine:

III.

Sun, moon and ftars thy mind fulfil;
For thee each planet rolls:
Earth, feas, and fkies obey thy will;
Thy power the world controls.

IV.

Thou over all art LORD fupreme,
All things from thee derive :
No creature can difpute thy claim,
Or independant live.

V.

To thine all-gracious pow'r we bow,
Our wills to thee refign:

Accept the praife; accept the vow;

We wou'd be ever thine.

PSALM III. To GOD the Creator.

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Common Metre.

I.

ET all the juft to GOD with joy,
Their chearful voices raife;

For well the righteous it becomes,
To fing glad fongs of praife.

II.

By his almighty word at first

The heavenly arch was rear'd; And all the beauteous hofts of light At his command appear'd.

III.

The fwelling floods together roll'd,
He makes in heaps to lie;

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