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, III. It spreads thro' all the spreading main, 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, 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, IV. Seasons and months, and weeks and days, 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, 'TIS The fea grows calm at thy command, And tempefts cease to roar. II. The morning light and ev'ning fhade Thy plenteous fruits make harvest glad; III. Seafons, and times, and months and hours, The author is divine. IV. Thofe floating cifterns in the sky V. The thirsty ridges drink their fill, The ranks of corn appear; Thy goodness crowns the year. PSALM XLVIII. The Goodness of GOD. Common Metre. I. WEET is the mem'ry of thy grace, SW Let age to age thy righteousness 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, IV. How kind are thy compaffions, LORD! 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, Thy strengthning hands uphold the weak, II. When forrow bows the fpirit down, Or virtue lies diftreft Beneath fome proud oppreffor's frown, The LORD fupports our tott'ring days, He know the pain his fervants feel, 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. |