VIII.

Let mifts, and clouds, and meteors all confpire In this bleft work, and help to fill the choir : Whilft loud his praifes foaming billows roar, And feas refound his name from shore to shore.

PAUSE II.

IX.

Ye fertile plains difplay your gayeft pride,
Ye valleys, to his honour, low subside;
And at his call, ye mountains, ftately rife,
And bear his praises to the neighbouring skies.

X.

Ye trees of ev'ry kind, ye fruitful vines,
Ye fpreading oaks, and tall afpiring pines;
Or bend your heads, or let your juices flow,
To honour him at whofe command you grow.

XI.

To him let ev'ry beaft this tribute pay,
He feeds the flocks, he finds the lions prey;

To celebrate his bounty and his pow'r,

Bleat all ye lambs, and all ye lions roar.

XII.

Ye birds, who thro' the airy regions wing, Nature's musicians, you his praife must fing: Ye flies and worms, his various fkiH display: Tho' you can't fing, this homage you may pay.

PAUSE III.

XIII.

When nature's all in tune, fhall man refrain,

And have his voice and pow'r to fing in vain ?

O no! let ev'ry rank, and fex, and age,
With all their might in this defign engage.

XIV.

Great kings and potentates, ye gods on earth,
And ev'ry man of meaner rank and birth,
Submit yourselves to his imperial fway,

You're bound, and 'tis your honour to obey.

XV.

Let youthful voices fwell th' harmonious choir
Old age their feebler breath in praife expire:
O! let his love each virgin's heart inflame,
And infants learn to lifp his wond'rous name.

XVI.

But above all ye faints, your breath employ,
To found his praises, and to tell your joy :
You, the bleft objects of his love and choice,
His glories fing with well tun'd heart and voice.

XVII.

Loud as his thunders let his praises found,
From heav'n to earth, from world to world rebound:
Let art and nature in the fong confpire,

And the whole world become one facred choir.

PSALM LXXVIII.

Let all in Heaven and Earth praife the LORD.

O

Long Metre.

I.

Praise the LORD in that bleft place
From whence his goodness largely flows:

Praife him in heav'n where he his face

Unveil'd in perfect glory fhews.

II.

Praise him for all the mighty acts,
Which he in our behalf has done:
His kindness this return exacts,

With which our praife fhould equal run.

III.

Let all who vital breath enjoy,

The breath he does to them afford,
In just returns of praife employ:
Let ev'ry creature praife the LORD.

PSALM LXXIX.

19 The Inftructions of Nature and Succefs of the

Gofpel.

Long Metre.

I.

THE heavens declare thy glory, LORD,

In ev'ry ftar thy wifdom fhines:"

But when our eyes behold thy word,
We read thy name in fairer lines.

II.

The rolling fun, the changing light,
And nights and days thy pow'r confess:
But the bleft volume thou haft writ,
Reveals thy justice and thy grace.

Sun moon and stars convey thy praise
Round the whole earth and never stand:

So when thy truth began its race,
It touch'd and glanc'd on ev'ry land.

IV.

Nor fhall thy fpreading gofpel reft,
Till thro' the world thy truth hath run;
Till Chrift has all the nations bieft,

Who fee the light or feel the fun.

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PSALM LXXX.

View of the Heavenly Bodies.

Long Metre.

I.

HE fpacious firmament on high, With all the blue etherial sky, And fpangl'd heav'ns, a fhining frame, Their great original proclaim.

II.

Th' unwearied fun from day to day
Doth his creator's pow'r difplay;
And publishes to ev'ry land,

The work of one almighty hand.

III.

Soon as the ev'ning fhades prevail,
The moon takes up the wond'rous tale;

And nightly to the list'ning earth

Repeats the ftory of her birth.

IV.

Whilft all the ftars which round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,

Confirm the tidings as they roll,

And spread the truth from pole to pole.

V.

What tho' in folemn filence all
Move round the dark terreftial ball;
What tho' no real voice nor found

Amidft their radiant orbs be found:
VI.

In reafon's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice;
For ever finging as they fhine,
The hand which made us is divine.

PSALM LXXXI.

View of Nature.

HA

Common Metre.

I.

AIL King fupreme! all wife and good, To thee our thoughts we raife; While nature's beauties wide difplay'd, Infpire our fouls with praife.

II.

At morning, noon, and ev'ning mild,

Thy works engage our view; Oft as we gaze our hearts exult With transports ever new.

III.

Thy glory beams in ev'ry star,
Which gilds the gloom of night:
And decks the rifing face of morn
With rays of cheering light.