Their Maker's glory; thou, my soul, Shalt sing his praises too.
PSALM 104. First Part. L. M. The glory of God in creation and providence.
Y soul, thy great Creator praise; When cloth'd in his celestial rays, He in full majesty appears,
And, like a robe, his glory wears.
2 The heav'ns are for his curtains spread, Th' unfathom'd deep he makes his bed: Clouds are his chariots, 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 bounds, And in their channels walk their rounds; Yet thence convey'd by secret veins, They spring from hills and drench the plai 7 He bids the crystal fountains flow, And cheer the vallies 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.
PSALM 104. Second Part. `L. M. Providence.
OD, from his cloudy cistern, pours On the parch'd earth enriching show'rs; The grove, the garden, and the field, A thousand joyful blessings yield. 2 He makes the grassy food arise, And gives the cattle large supplies; With herbs for man, of various pow'r, To nourish nature, or to cure.
3 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.
4 O! bless his name, ye nations, fed With nature's chief supporter, bread: While bread your vital strength imparts, Serve him with vigour in your hearts. PSALM 104. Third Part. L. M.
Rais'd in the forest by his hands; Birds to the boughs for shelter fly, And build their nests secure on high. 2 To craggy hills ascends the goat; And at the airy mountain's foot, The feeble creatures make their cell: He gives them wisdom where to dwell.
3 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. 4 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. 5 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.
6 How strange thy works! how great thy skill! All lands thy boundless riches fill: Thy wisdom round the world we see; This spacious earth is full of thee. 7 Nor less thy glories in the deep, Where fish in millions swim and creep, With wondrous motions swift or slow, Still wand'ring in the paths below. 8 There ships divide their wat❜ry way, And flocks of scaly monsters play; There dwells the huge leviathan, And foams and sports in spite of man,
PSALM 104. Fourth Part. L. M.
i AST 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 diff'rent food, His cheerful looks pronounce it good:
Eagles and bears, and whales and worms Rejoice, and praise in diff'rent forms. 3 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 are thine. 4 Yet thou can'st 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. 5 Thy works, the wonders of thy might, Are honour'd with thine own delight: How awful are thy glorious ways! Lord, thou art dreadful in thy praise. 6 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. 7 In thee my hopes and wishes meet, And make my meditations sweet: Thy praises shall my breath employ, Till it expire in endless joy.
8 While haughty sinners die accurst, Their glory buried with their dust, I, to my God, my heav'nly King, Immortal hallelujahs sing.
PSALM 105. First Part. C. M.
God's care of the patriarchs.
IVE thanks to God, invoke his name, And tell the world his grace;
Sound thro' the earth his deeds of fame. That all may seek his face.
2 His cov❜nant, which he kept in mind For num'rous ages past, To num'rous ages yet behind, In equal force shall last.
3 He sware to Abra'm and his seed, And made the blessing sure: Gentiles the ancient promise read, And find his truth endure.
4 "Thy seed shall make the nations blest," Said the Almighty voice;
"And Canaan's land shall be their rest, "The type of heav'nly joys.".
5 How large the grant! how rich the grace! To give them Canaan's land,
When they were strangers in the place, A little, feeble band.
6 Like pilgrims, thro' the countries round Securely they remov’d;
And haughty kings, that on them frown'd, Severely he reprov'd.
7 "Touch mine anointed, and my arm "Shall soon revenge the wrong: "The man that does my prophets harm, "Shall know their God is strong."
8 Then let the world forbear its rage, Nor put the Church in fear: Israel must live thro' ev'ry age, And be th' Almighty's care.
PSALM 105. Second Part.
HEN Pharaoh dar'd to vex the saints And thus provok'd their God;
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