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By the fame.
"TIS IS good, our Thanks to God to bring, And Praises to his Name to fing. 2. His Love the Morning fhall recite, His Faithfulness the fearful Night.
3. All Arts which Mufick can invent, Harp, Pfaltery, ten-ftring'd Inftrument, His folemn Praifes fhall refound;
4. Whofe Works with Joy my Head have crown'd.
5. How great the Works which God has wrought!
7. When Sin like Grafs grows ftrong and high,
8. God ever fits on high, and all
10. Anointed with fresh Oil, my Horn Is ftrong, like that o'th' Unicorn. 11. My Foes fhall fall before my Eyes,
My Ear fhall hear their dying Cries.
12. The Righteous like a Palm are grown,
15. Thus is our God for ever juft,
By the fame,
1. YE who from Earth, your Mother, fpring,
3. His Wonders to the People fhow!
5. Thefe but from Men their Being take;
7. Thro' all the Earth, let ev'ry Tribe
9. In pure and beauteous Holiness, Let all the World his Fear exprefs. 10. May to the Heathen this be known, That the Almighty reigns alone.
Nor fhall the Earth's Foundations move, Till they his righteous Judgments prove. 11. Then Heav'n and Earth fhall both rejoice And th' Ocean join its roaring Voice,
12. Then ev'ry Fruit fhall joyful be,
Fruits of the Field, and of the Tree, 13. His Judgments to all Nations come,
Who from his Mouth receive their Doom.
By the fame.
'HE Lord does reign, let Earth advance
4. His Lightnings to the World gave Light; Earth faw, and trembled at the Sight :
Hills melt like Wax, like Snow they thaw.
Confounded may they be who call
All Gods on Earth before him bow.
9. Above the Earth are his Abodes, Rais'd above all created Gods.
Who love his Name, all Sins reject;
Shall from the wicked Hand protect.
11. His Light is for the Righteous fown,
By the fame.
Y Soul, thy great Creator praise :
2. The Skies are for his Curtains fpread,
4. Angels, whom his own Breath infpires,
6. Cloath'd, and invefted with the Flood, Which once above the Mountains ftood; 7. But frighted by his Thunder, fled, Confin'd to its appointed Bed.
8. And now thofe proud impetuous Waves, Ev'n from themselves receive their Graves; 9. Nor uncontroll'd can pafs their Bound,
But in their Chanels walk their Round.
10. Yet them fome fecret Veins convey
To Hills, from whence through Vales they ftray: 11. Tame Heifers there their Thirst allay, And for the Stream wild Affes bray.
12. From pieafant Trees, which fhade the Brink, The wing'd Muficians 'light and drink.
13. GOD from his cloudy Ciftern pours,
15. To chear our Hearts he gives us Wine, And Oil to make our Faces fhine :
To make us ftrong, he gives us Bread; 16. The Trees with pregnant Juice are fed.
To Birds tall Cedars fhelter yield,
19. He fets the Sun his double Race,
And gives the Moon her changing Face: 20. And when thick Darkness veils the Day, Wild Beasts the Foreft range for Prey.
21. Lions their Young then lead abroad,
And, rearing, afk their Meat from God: 22. But when the Morning Sun does rife, The favage Beaft to covert flies.
23. Then Man to his Day-Labour goes,
25. They fill the vast unfathom'd Deep,
27. ALL thefe with Expectation ftand,
29. But when thy Face is hid, they mourn;