V.

The barren clods refresh'd with rain,
Promife a joyful crop;

The parching grounds look green again,
And raife the reaper's hope.

VI.

The various months thy goodnefs crowns;
How bounteous are thy ways?
The bleating flocks fpread o'er the downs,
And fhepherds fhout thy praife.

PSALM CV.

HOSANNAH to JESUS CHRIST, the SAVIOUR.

H

Common Metre.

I.

ARK the glad found, the SAVIOUR comes,

The SAVIOUR promis'd long!

Let ev'ry heart prepare a throne,

And ev'ry voice a song.

II.

On him the fpirit largely pour'd

Exerts its facred fire:

Wifdom and might, and zeal and love,

His holy breaft infpire.

III.

He comes the pris'ners to release,

In Satan's bondage held:

The

gates

of brafs before him burft,

The iron fetters yeild.

IV.

He came from thickeft films of vice
To clear the mental ray;

And on the eye opprefs'd with night
To pour celeftial day.

V.

He comes the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding foul to cure;
And with the treasure of his grace,
T'inrich the humble poor.

VI.

Our glad Hofannahs, Prince of peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim;
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved name.

PSALM CVI.

Thanks to GOD for Chrift, and the holy

Scriptures.

Long Metre.

I.

GOD, who in various methods told

His mind and will to faints of old,

Sent his own fon with truth and grace,
To teach us in these latter days.

II.

Our nation reads the written word,
That book of life, that true record;
The bright inheritance of heav'n
Is by this fure conveyance giv❜n.

III.

God's kindeft thoughts are here expreft,

Able to make us wife and bleft:
The doctrines are divinely true,
Fit for reproof and comfort too.

IV.

O render thanks to GOD above,
For his rich grace, his boundless love:
Let all mankind receive his word,
And ev'ry nation praise the LORD.

PSALM CVII.

Thanks to GOD for JESUS CHRIST and the Bleffings of his Gofpel.

Say to the nations, Jesus reigns,
GOD's own almighty fon;
His pow'r the finking world fuftains,
And grace furrounds his throne.

IV.

Let an unusual joy furprize

The islands of the fea:

Ye mountains fink, ye valleys rife,
Prepare the LORD his way.

V.

Behold he comes, he comes to blefs
The nations as their GOD;
To fhew the world his righteousness,
And fend his truth abroad.

He fpake the word to Abr'am first,
His truth fulfils the grace;

The gentiles make his name their trust,
And learn his righteoufnefs.

III.

Let the whole earth his love proclaim

With all their diff'rent tongues;

And spread the honours of his name
In melody and songs.

PSALM CIX.

Thanksgiving for the Bleffings of the Meffiah's Kingdom.

Common Metre.

I.

OY to the world; the LORD is come;

Let earth receive her king:

Let ev'ry heart prepare him room,
And heav'n and nature fing.

II.

Joy to the earth, the SAVIOUR reigns;
Let men their fongs employ;

While fields and floods, rocks, hills, and plains,
Repeat the founding joy.

III.

No more let fins and forrows grow,
Nor thorns infeft the ground;
He comes to make his bleffings flow,

Far as the curfe is found.

IV.

He rules the world with truth and grace,

And makes the nations prove The glories of his righteoufnefs, And wonders of his love.