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The same. (C. M.) 1 REJOICE, ye righteous, in the Lord,

I This work belongs to you;
Sing of his name, his ways, his word,

How holy, just, and true !
2 His mercy and his righteousness,

Let heaven and earth proclaim ;
His works of nature and of grace,

Reveal his wond'rous pame.
3 His wisdom and almighty word,

The heavenly arches spread;
And by the Spirit of the Lord,

Their shining hosts were made. 4 He bid the liquid waters flow,

To their appointed deep ;
The flowing seas their limits know,

And their own station keep.
5 Ye tenants of the spacious earth,

With fear before him stand;
He spake, and nature took its birth,

And rests on his command.
6 He scorns the angry nations' rage,

And breaks their vain designs ;
His counsel stands through every age,
And in full glory shines.

The same. (L. M.)
1 M Y soul, thy great Creator praise ;

IV When cloth’d in his celestial rays,
He in full majesty appears,
And, like a robe, his glory wears.
Great is the Lord; what tongue can frame
An equal honour to his name?

2 The heav'ns are for his curtains spread,

Th' unfathom’d deep he makes his bed ;
Clouds are his chariot, when he flies
On winged storms across the skies.

3 Angels, whom his own breath inspires,

His ministers, are flaming fires ;
And swift as thought their armies move,
To bear his vengeance or his love.

4 The world's foundations, by his hand

Are pois'd, and shall for ever stand ;
He binds the ocean in his chain,

Lest it should drown the earth again.
5 When earth was cover'd with the flood,

Which high above the mountains stood, He thunder'd; and the ocean fled, Confin’d to its appointed bed. 6 The swelling billows know their bound, And in their channels walk their round; Yet thence convey'd by secret veins, They spring on hills and drench the plains.

7 He bids the crystal fountains flow,
And cheer the valleys as they go;
Tame heifers there, their thirst allay,
And for the stream wild asses bray.
8 From pleasant trees which shade the brink,

The lark and linnet light to drink;
Their songs the lark and linnet raise,
And chide our silence in his praise.

PAUSE I. 9 God, from his cloudy cistern, pours On the parch'd earth enriching showers; The grove, the garden, and the field,

A thousand joyful blessings yield. 10 He makes the grassy food arise,

And gives the cattle large supplies ;
With herbs for man, of various power,

To nourish nature, or to cure.
11 What noble fruit the vines produce !

The olive yields a shining juice;
Our hearts are cheer'd with gen'rous wine,

With inward joy our faces shine. 12 O bless his name, ye Britons, fed

With nature's chief supporter, bread;
While bread your vital strength imparts,
Serve him with vigour in your hearts.

PAUSE II.
18 Behold the stately cedar stands,

Rais'd in the forest by his hands;
Birds to the boughs for shelter fly,

And build their nests secure on high. 14 To craggy hills ascends the goat,

And at the lofty mountain's foot,
The feebler creatures make their cell;

He gives them wisdom where to dwell. 15 He sets the sun his circling race,

Appoints the moon to change her face ;
And when thick darkness veils the day,
Calls out wild beasts to hunt their prey.

16 Fierce lions lead their young abroad,

And roaring ask their meat from God;
But when the morning-beams arise,

The savage beast to covert flies. 17 Then man to daily labour goes ;

The night was made for his repose :
Sleep is thy gift ; that sweet relief,

From tiresome toil and wasting grief. 18 How strange thy works! how great thy skill!

And every land thy riches fill : :
Thy wisdom round the world we see,

This spacious earth is full of thee. 19 Nor less thy glories in the deep,

Where fish in millions swim and creep,
With'wond'rous motions, swift or slow,

Still wand'ring in the paths below. 20 There ships divide the watery way,

And flocks of scaly monsters play;
There dwells the huge Leviathan,
And foams and sports in spite of man.

PAUSE III.

1 Vast are thy works, Almighty Lord,
All nature rests upon thy word,
And the whole race of creatures stands,
Waiting their portion from thy hands.
2 While each receives his different food,

Their cheerful looks pronounce it good ;
Eagles and bears, and whales and worms,
Rejoice and praise in different forms.

23 But when thy face is hid, they mourn,

And dying to their dust return;
Both man and beast their souls resign,

Life, breath, and spirit, all is thine.
24 Yet thou canst breathe on dust again,

And fill the world with beasts and men ;
A word of thy creating breath,

Repairs the wastes of time and death. 25 His works, the wonders of his might,

Are honour'd with his own delight:
How awful are his glorious ways !

The Lord is dreadful in his praise. 26 The earth stands trembling at thy stroke,

And at thy touch the mountains smoke;
Yet humble souls may see thy face,

And tell their wants to sov’reign grace. 27 In thee my hopes and wishes meet,

And make my meditations sweet :
Thy praises shall my breath employ,

'Till it expire in endless joy.
28 While haughty sinners die accurst,

Their glory bury'd with their dust,
I to my God, my heav'nly King,
Immortal ballelujahs sing.

338. The Wisdom of God in his works. (C. M 1 CONGS of immortal praise belong

w To my Almighty God;
He has my heart, and he my tongue,

To spread his name abroad.

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