IV.

Earth with its caverns dark and deep,
Lies in his fpacious hand;

He fix'd the feas what bounds to keep,
And where the hills muft ftand.
V.

Come and with humble fouls adore,
Come kneel before his face;
O may the creatures of his pow'r
Be children of his grace!

PSALM XCV.

Thanks to GOD for Prefervation

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Common Metre.

I.

O heav'n I lift my waiting eyes,
There all my hopes are laid:

The LORD that built the earth and skies,
Is my perpetual aid.

II.

Their feet shall never flide to fall,

Whom he designs to keep; His ear attends the fofteft call; His eyes can never fleep.

III.

He will fuftain our weakest powr's

With his almighty arm,

And watch our most unguarded hours
Against furprizing harm.

IV.

Ifr'el rejoice, and rest secure,
Thy keeper is the LORD;

His wakeful eyes employ his pow'r
For thine eternal guard.

V.

Nor fcorching fun, nor fickly moon,
Shall have its leave to fmite;

He fhields thy head from burning noon,
From blafting damps at night.

VI.

He guards thy foul, he keeps thy breath,
Where thickeft dangers come:

Go and return fecure from death,
"Till GOD commands thee home.

PSALM XCVII.

Thanks for temporal and spiritual Mercies.

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Long Metre.

I.

IVE thanks to GOD; he reigns above,
Kind are his thoughts, his name, his love:

His mercy ages paft have known,

And ages long to come fhall own.

II.

He feeds and cloaths us ev'ry day,
He guides our footsteps left we ftray;
He guards us with a pow'rful hand,
And brings us to the heav'nly land.

III.

O let the faints with joy record,

The truth and goodness of the LORD!
How great his works! how kind his ways!
Let ev'ry tongue pronounce his praise.

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PSALM XCVIII.

GOD's tender Mercy to his People.

Long Metre.

I.

LESS thou the LORD, my foul; his name Let all the pow'rs within me bless: O let not his past favours lie Forgotten in unthankfulness.

II.

'Tis he who pardons all thy fins;
He who in fickness makes thee found;
'Tis he redeems thee from the grave;
And still thy life with love is crown'd.

III.

Abundant mercies flow from GOD,
Love is his nature and delight:

Slow is his wrath, and tho' he chides,
His ways are juft, his judgments right.

IV.

As heaven is far above the earth,
So his rewards exceed our love;
Farther than east is from the west,
His pardon does our fins remove.

PSALM XCIX.

Give thanks to GOD always in all things.

Long Metre.

I.

REAT GOD my joyful thanks to thee to

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Shall, like thy gifts, continual be:

In conftant ftreams thy bounty flows,
Nor end, nor intermiffion knows.

II.

Thy kindness all my comforts gives,
My num'rous wants thine hand relieves:
Nor can I ever, LORD, be poor,
Who live on thine exhaustless store