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The same. (C. M.) 1 REJOICE, ye righteous, in the Lord,
I This work belongs to you;
How holy, just, and true !
Let heaven and earth proclaim ;
Reveal his wond'rous pame.
The heavenly arches spread;
Their shining hosts were made. 4 He bid the liquid waters flow,
To their appointed deep ;
And their own station keep.
With fear before him stand;
And rests on his command.
And breaks their vain designs ;
The same. (L. M.)
IV When cloth’d in his celestial rays,
2 The heav'ns are for his curtains spread,
Th' unfathom’d deep he makes his bed ;
3 Angels, whom his own breath inspires,
His ministers, are flaming fires ;
4 The world's foundations, by his hand
Are pois'd, and shall for ever stand ;
Lest it should drown the earth again.
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,
The lark and linnet light to drink;
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 ;
To nourish nature, or to cure.
The olive yields a shining juice;
With inward joy our faces shine. 12 O bless his name, ye Britons, fed
With nature's chief supporter, bread;
Rais'd in the forest by his hands;
And build their nests secure on high. 14 To craggy hills ascends the goat,
And at the lofty mountain's foot,
He gives them wisdom where to dwell. 15 He sets the sun his circling race,
Appoints the moon to change her face ;
16 Fierce lions lead their young abroad,
And roaring ask their meat from God;
The savage beast to covert flies. 17 Then man to daily labour goes ;
The night was made for his repose :
From tiresome toil and wasting grief. 18 How strange thy works! how great thy skill!
And every land thy riches fill : :
This spacious earth is full of thee. 19 Nor less thy glories in the deep,
Where fish in millions swim and creep,
Still wand'ring in the paths below. 20 There ships divide the watery way,
And flocks of scaly monsters play;
1 Vast are thy works, Almighty Lord,
Their cheerful looks pronounce it good ;
23 But when thy face is hid, they mourn,
And dying to their dust return;
Life, breath, and spirit, all is thine.
And fill the world with beasts and men ;
Repairs the wastes of time and death. 25 His works, the wonders of his might,
Are honour'd with his own delight:
The Lord is dreadful in his praise. 26 The earth stands trembling at thy stroke,
And at thy touch the mountains smoke;
And tell their wants to sov’reign grace. 27 In thee my hopes and wishes meet,
And make my meditations sweet :
'Till it expire in endless joy.
Their glory bury'd with their dust,
338. The Wisdom of God in his works. (C. M 1 CONGS of immortal praise belong
w To my Almighty God;
To spread his name abroad.