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3 The flow'ry Spring at thy command,
Embalms the air, and paints the land;
The Summer rays with vigour shine,
To raise the corn and lift the vine.

4 Thy hand in Autumn richly pours,
Through all our coasts redundant stores;
And Winters soften'd by thy care,
No more a face of horror wear.

5 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days,
Demand successive songs of praise;
Still be the cheerful homage paid,
With op'ning light and evening shade.

6 And when in death is seal'd our tongue,
On high may we pursue the song;
And in those brighter courts adore,
Where days and years revolve no more.

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PSALM civ. 1-4. xxxi. 35.

1 BLESS God, O my soul!

rejoice in his name;

Ye nations, abroad

his greatness proclaim. Surpassing in honour, dominion, and might, Surrounded with glory, his robe is the light.

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2 A canopy bright,

the heavens he spread; The beams of his courts,

on waters he laid:

The clouds are his chariot,
his wheels are the wind;

In majesty powerful,
he visits mankind.

3 As angels, the storms

descend from on high;
The lightnings with speed,
his ministers fly:

While firm on its basis,
the earth is sustain❜d,
Unmov'd from the station,
his wisdom ordain'd.

4 The Lord shall rejoice,
in glory secure;

The works he hath made,
through ages endure:
Yet should, in displeasure,
he seem to draw near,
Convuls'd are the mountains,
earth trembles with fear.

5 To him while I live

the song I will raise; Delightful the strain,

when tun'd to his praise. Cease ever transgression, still triumph his word; Bless God all ye people,

my soul bless the Lord.

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PSALM Cvii. 23-30.

are thy servants bless'd, O Lord!

how sure is their defence;

Eternal wisdom is their guide,

their help Omnipotence.

2 In foreign realms and lands remote, supported by thy care,

Through burning climes they pass unhurt, and breathe in tainted air.

3 When by the dreadful tempest borne,
high on the broken wave;

They know thou art not slow to hear,
nor impotent to save.

4 The storm is laid, the winds retire,
obedient to thy will;

The sea that roars at thy command,
at thy command is still.

5 In 'midst of dangers, fears, and deaths,
thy goodness we'll adore;

We'll praise thee for thy mercies past,
and humbly hope for more.

6 Our life, while thou preserv'st that life,
thy sacrifice shall be;

And death, when death shall be our lot, shall join our souls to thee.

17.

PSALM CXiii.

1 YE saints and servants of the Lord,

The triumphs of his name record,

For ever bless his sacred name;

Where'er the circling sun displays
His rising beams or setting rays,

His greatness and his love proclaim.

2 God o'er the world extends his sway,
The regions of eternal day

But shadows of his glory are:
And though beneath him 'tis to view
In highest heaven what angels do,

His humblest servants are his care.

3 He lifts the needy from the dust,
He fills the soul with humble trust,

To blessings changes deepest woe.
His servants, trust ye still his name,
And let each soul his grace proclaim,
In heaven above, on earth below.

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PSALM CXxii.

1 THE joyful morn, my God! is come That calls me to thy honour'd dome, Thy presence to adore;

My feet the summons shall attend,
With willing steps thy courts ascend,
And tread the hallow'd floor.

2 Hither from Judah's utmost end,
The heaven-protected tribes ascend,
Their offerings hither bring;

Here, eager to attest their joy,

In hymns of praise their tongues employ,
And hail their heavenly king.

3 Be peace implor'd by each on thee, O Sion! while with bended knee

To Jacob's God we pray:

How bless'd who calls himself thy friend,
Success his labour shall attend,

And safety guard his way.

4 O may'st thou free from hostile fear,
Nor the loud voice of tumult hear,
Nor war's wild wastes deplore;
May plenty nigh thee take her stand,
And in thy courts, with lib'ral hand,
Distribute all her store.

5 Seat of my friends and brethren, hail!
How can my tongue, O Sion! fail
To bless thy lov'd abode?

How cease the zeal that in me glows
Thy good to seek, whose walls inclose
The mansions of my God.

19.

PSALM CXXXvi,

1 THE wonders of the Lord

With joyful hearts relate,

To him due praise afford,
As good he is as great.

Praise ye the Lord, Hallelujah!

2 The Sun he plac'd in heaven To bless the day with light,

The moon and stars were given

To chear the gloomy night.
Praise ye, &c.

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