Nor can it be confin'd.

II.

The whole and ev'ry part proclaims

Thine infinite good will;

It fhines in stars, and flows in streams,
And bursts from ev'ry hill.

III.

It spreads thro' all the spreading main,
And heavens which spread more wide,
It drops in gentle show'rs of rain,
And rolls in ev'ry tide.

Still thro' the whole it pours fupplies,

Spreads joy thro' all the

parts;

LORD, may fuch goodness draw our eyes,

And captivate our hearts.

VI.

High admiration let it raise,

And kind affections move;

Employ our tongues in hymns of praise,
And fill our hearts with love.

H

PSALM XLVI.

The Goodness of GOD unchangeable.

E

Long Metre.

I.

TERNAL fource of ev'ry joy! Well may thy praife our lips employ, While in thy temple we appear;

Thy goodness crowns the circling year.

II.

Wide as the earth and planets roll,

Thy hand fupports and cheers the whole; By thee the fun is taught to rife,

And darkness when to veil the skies.

III.

The flow'ry spring at thy command,
Embalms the air and paints the land;
The fummer rays with vigour fhine,
To raise the corn, and cheer the vine.

IV.

Seasons and months, and weeks and days,
Demand fucceffive hymns of praife:
Still be the chearful homage paid,
With op'ning light, and ev'ning fhade.

V.

may our more harmonious tongues In worlds unknown purfue the fongs: And in those brighter courts adore, Where days and years revolve no more.

PSALM XLVII.

The Divine Bounty.

Common Metre.

I.

IS by thy ftrength the mountains ftand,
GOD of eternal pow'r,

'TIS

The fea grows calm at thy command,

And tempefts cease to roar.

II.

The morning light and ev'ning fhade
Succeffive comforts bring;

Thy plenteous fruits make harvest glad;
Thy flowers adorn the spring.

III.

Seafons, and times, and months and hours,
Heav'n, earth and air are thine;
When clouds diftil in fruitful fhow'rs,

The author is divine.

IV.

Thofe floating cifterns in the sky
Borne by the winds around,
With wat❜ry treafures well fupply,
The furrows of the ground.

V.

The thirsty ridges drink their fill,

The ranks of corn appear;
Thy ways abound with blessings still,

Thy goodness crowns the year.

PSALM XLVIII.

The Goodness of GOD.

Common Metre.

I.

WEET is the mem'ry of thy grace,
O GOD, our heav'nly king;

SW

Let age to age thy righteousness
In founds of glory fing.

II.

GOD reigns on high, but not confines His goodness to the skies;

Thro' the whole earth his bounty fhines, And ev'ry want fupplies.

III.

With longing eyes thy creatures wait,

On thee for daily food;

Thy lib'ral hand provides their meat,
And fills their mouths with good.

IV.

How kind are thy compaffions, LORD!
How flow thine anger moves!
But foon he fends his pardoning word
To chear the fouls he loves.

V.

Creatures with all their endless race

Thy pow'r and praife proclaim; But faints that taste thy richer grace Delight to blefs thy name.

L

PSALM XLXIX.

The Goodness of GOD.

Common Metre.

I.

ET ev'ry tongue thy goodness speak,
Thou foy'reign LORD of all;

Thy strengthning hands uphold the weak,
And raife the poor that fall.

II.

When forrow bows the fpirit down,

Or virtue lies diftreft

Beneath fome proud oppreffor's frown,
Thou giv'ft the mourners rest.
III.

The LORD fupports our tott'ring days,
And guides our giddy youth:
Holy and juft are all his ways,
And all his words are truth.
IV.

He know the pain his fervants feel,
He hears his children cry,

And their best wishes to fulfil

His grace is ever nigh.

V.

His mercy never shall remove

From men of heart fincere;

He faves the fouls, whofe humble love

Is join'd with holy fear.