He hears their groans; prolongs their breath; And saves them from approaching death. 5 No med'cines could effect the cure So quick, so easy, or so sure: The deadly sentence God repeals, He sends his sov'reign word and heals. 6 O may the sons of men record
The wondrous goodness of the Lord!
And let their thankful off'rings prove
How they adore their Maker's love.
PSALM 107. Fourth Part.
The mariner's psalm.
HY works of glory, mighty Lord,
Thy wonders in the deeps,
The sons of courage shall record,
Who trade in floating ships.
2 At thy command the winds arise,
And swell the tow'ring waves;
The men astonish'd mount the skies,
And sink in gaping graves.
3 Frighted to hear the tempest roar,
They pant with flutt'ring breath;
And hopeless of the distant shore,
Expect immediate death.
4 Then to the Lord they raise their cries,
He hears their loud request;
And orders silence thro' the skies,
And lays the floods to rest.
5 Sailors rejoice to lose their fears,
And see the storm allay'd:
Now to their eyes the port appears;
There let their vows be paid.
6 'Tis God that brings them safe to land;
Let stupid mortals know,
That waves are under his command,
And all the winds that blow.
7 O that the sons of men would praise
The goodness of the Lord!
And those that see thy wondrous ways,
Thy wondrous love record.
PSALM 107. Fifth Part. L. M.
Nations blest and punished. A psalm for America.
1 WHEN God, provok'd with daring
crimes,
Scourges the madness of the times,
He turns the fields to barren sand,
And dries the rivers from the land.
2 His word can raise the springs again,
And make the wither'd mountains green;
Send show'ry blessings from the skies;
And harvests in the desert rise.
3 Where nothing dwelt but beasts of prey,
Or men as fierce and wild as they;
He bids th' opprest and poor repair,
And builds them towns and cities there.
4 They sow the fields, the trees they plant;
Whose yearly fruit supplies their want:
Their race grows up from fruitful stocks;
Their wealth increases with their flocks.
5 Thus they are blest: but if they sin,
He lets the heathen nations in:
A savage crew invades their lands;
Their people die by barb'rous hands;
6 Their captive sons, expos'd to scorn,
Wander unpitied and forlorn:
The country lies unfenc'd, untill'd,
And desolation spreads the field.
7 Yet if the humbled nation mourns,
Again his dreadful hand he turns;
Again he makes their cities thrive,
And bids the dying churches live.
8 The righteous with a joyful sense,
Admire the works of Providence;
And tongues of atheists shall no more
Blaspheme the God, that saints adore.
9 How few with pious care record
These wondrous dealings of the Lord!
But wise observers still shall find,
The Lord is holy, just and kind.
PSALM 108. First Part. L. M.
Praise to God for his care of the church.
AGAIN, my tongue, thy silence break,
My heart, and all my pow'rs, awake;
My tongue, the glory of my frame,
Awake, and sing Jehovah's name.
2 O'er heav'n exalted is his throne;
In ev'ry world his glory shown:
The church he loves, his hand shall save From death, and sorrow, and the grave.
3 Ye kingdoms, hear his awful voice! "In Zion shall my heart rejoice;
"This hand shall all her foes dismay,
“And make their scatter'd strength a prey
"Mine are the sons of Zion, mine
"Their glory, grace, and truth divine;
<< My sceptre shines in Judah's hands, "And still my strength in Ephraim stands. 5" My foes to ruin shall be giv❜n,
"The shame of earth, the scorn of heav'n;
"Their eyes shall see my church prevail;
"Their strength shall shrink, their courage
fail."
6 O thou, beneath whose sov'reign sway
Nations, and worlds, in dust decay,
Tho' thy sweet smile has been withdrawn,
Thine aid denied, thy presence gone;
7 Yet wilt thou still with love return;
With duty teach our hearts to burn;
Our dying graces, Lord, revive,
And bid thy fainting children live.
8 Save us from sin, and fear, and woe,
From ev'ry snare, and ev'ry foe,
And help us boldly to contend,
Falsehood resist, and truth defend.
PSALM 108. Second Part.
WAKE, my soul, with fervent praise,
Awake my heart to sing;
Join all my pow'rs the song to raise,
And morning incense bring.
2 Among the people of his care,
And thro' the nations round,
Glad songs of praise will I prepare,
And high his name resound.
3 Be thou exalted, O my God,
Above the starry train;
Diffuse thy heav'nly grace abroad,
And teach the world thy reign.
4 The church is thine; thou wilt maintain Her cause in ev'ry age:
Built on a rock, her foes in vain.
Against her rights engage.
5 Then let thy chosen sons rejoice,
And throng thy courts above;
While sinners hear thy pard'ning voice,
And taste redeeming love.
PSALM 109. C. M.
Love to enemies, from the example of Christ.
OD of my mercy and my praise,
Thy glory is my song;
Tho' sinners speak against thy grace
With a blaspheming tongue.
2 When in the form of mortal man
Thy Son on earth was found;
With cruel slanders, false and vain,
They compass'd him around.
3 Their mis'ries his compassion move,
Their peace he still pursued;
They render hatred for his love,
And evil for his good.
4 Their malice rag'd without a cause;
Yet with his dying breath,
He pray'd for murd'rers on his cross,
And blest his foes in death.
5 Lord, shall thy bright example shine
In vain before my eyes?
Give me a soul akin to thine,
To love mine enemies.
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