III.

If, what I wish, thy will denies,
'Tis becaufe thou art good and wife:
Afflictions, which may make me mourn,
Thou can'ft, thou do'ft to bleffings turn.

IV.

Deep, LORD, upon my thankful breast,
Let all thy favours be impreft;
That I may never more forget

The fum, or any fingle debt.

V.

May I with grateful heart, each day,
For daily gifts, my praises pay;
Delighted may I always be,

In all things to give thanks to thee.

PSALM C.

Thanksgiving.

Long Metre.

I.

Render thanks to GOD above,
The fountain of eternal love;
Whose mercy firm thro' ages paft
Has ftood, and fhall for ever laft.

II.

Who can his mighty deeds exprefs,
Not only vaft, but numberless?
What mortal eloquence can raife,
His tribute of immortal praise?

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III.

Happy are they, and only they,
Who from thy judgments never ftray
Who know what's right; not only fo,
But likewife practice what they know.

IV.

O may I worthy prove to fee
Thy faints in full prosperity;
That I the joyful choir may join,

And count thy people's triumph mine.

PSALM CI.

Thanks for the Goodness of GOD to Mankind.

Common Metre.

I.

LORD, thy bounty flows above,
Where all the bleft refide;

By thee, the fpring and life of love,
With conftant blifs fupplied.

II.

Nor can the heavens extenfive bound
Thy goodnefs, LORD, confine:
In all thy worlds thy grace is found
Earth fhares in love divine.

III.

But above all thy works below

Thy creature man is bleft;

He ftands, thy great good will to fhew,
Distinguish'd from the reft.

IV.

With comely form his body's grac❜d,
Tho' for a shell design'd :

But, LORD, how much is this furpafs'd
By his indwelling mind?

V.

There have his nobler pow'rs their feat,
Which fit him to be bleft;

To find in GOD a fund complete
Of happiness and rest.

VI.

Surprizing love and goodness! LORD,
That claim our highest praise;

For ever let it be ador'd,

And holy wonder raise.

PSALM CIT

The Bounty of GOD in the Seafons of the Year.

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Proper Tune.

I.

ET thanks to thee, all-fov'reign pow'r arise, Who fix'd the mountains and who spread the skies; From the glad climes whence morn in beauty dreft, Forth goes, rejoicing, to the fartheft west.

II.

On thee alone our whole dependance lies,
And thy rich mercy ev'ry want fupplies:
O thou great author of th' extended whole!
Revolving feasons praife thee as they roll.

III.

By thee, fpring, fummer, autumn, winter rise,
Thou giv'ft the frowning, thou the filing fkies:
By thy command the foft'ning fhow'r diftils,
Till genial warmth the teeming furrow fills.

IV.

Then fav'ring fun-fhine o'er the clime extends,
And bleft by thee the verdant blade afcends;
Next fpring's gay products cloath the flow'ry hills,
And joy the wood, and joy the valley fills.

V.

Then foon thy bounty fwells the golden ear,
And bids the harvest crown the fruitful year:
Thus all thy works confpicuous worship raise,
And nature's face proclaims her maker's praise.

PSALM CIII.

Thanks to GOD for his innumerable Mercis,

Common Metre

I.

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LORD, when I count thy mercies o'er,

They ftrike me with furprize;

Not all the fands that spread the shore
To equal numbers rise.

II.

My flesh with fear and wonder stands,
The product of thy fkill;

And hourly bleffings from thy hands
Thy thoughts of love reveal.

III.

Thefe on my heart by night I keep;
How kind, how dear to me!
O may the hour that ends my fleep,
Still find my thoughts with thee.

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OOD is the LORD the heav'nly King,
Who makes the earth his care;

Vifits the paftures ev'ry fpring,
And bids the grafs appear.

II.

The clouds, like rivers rais'd on high,
Pour out, at thy command,
Their wat❜ry bleffings from the fky,
To chear the thirsty land.
III.

The foften'd ridges of the field
Permit the corn to fpring;

The vallies rich provifion yield,

And the poor

lab'rers fing.

IV.

The little hills, on ev'ry fide,

Rejoice at falling fhow'rs;

The meadows, drefs'd in all their pride,

Perfume the air with flow'rs.