3 He spread the ocean round 4 When groaning 'neath the yoke, And sav'd us from our foe. 5 In desart lands he feeds His flock with lib'ral hand, Them safe through dangers leads 6 Beings of every kind, With bounty he supplies, 20. PSALM CXlviii. 1 YE boundless realms of joy, Exalt your Maker's name, Above the starry frame; Your voices raise, Ye Cherubim And Seraphim, 2 Thou moon that rul'st the night, Ye heavens above, And clouds that move 3 Let earth and seas combine, To spread his name abroad; His power obey, His glorious sway 4 Ye, chiefly, of the lands 1 Where shines his heavenly light, Obey what he commands, And in his ways delight. IN O! ever raise Your grateful voice, 21. PROV. i. 20-31. streets, and op'nings of the gates, where pours the busy crowd, Thus heav'nly Wisdom lifts her voice, and cries to men aloud: 2 How long, ye scorners of the truth, How long shall fools their folly love, 3 O turn, at last, at my reproof! His bless'd effusions on your heart 4 But since so long with earnest voice Since all my counsels and reproofs 5 The time will come, when humbled low, in sorrow's evil day, Your voice by anguish shall be taught, but taught too late, to pray. 6 When like the whirlwind o'er the deep, comes Desolation's blast, 1 Pray'rs then extorted shall be vain, 22. PROV. iii. 13-17. HAPPY is the man who hears instruction's warning voice, And who celestial Wisdom makes 2 For she has treasures greater far And her rewards more precious are 3 In her right hand she holds to view a length of happy days; Riches, with splendid honours join'd, are what her left displays. 4 She guides the young with innocence in pleasure's paths to tread; A crown of glory she bestows upon the hoary head. 5 According as her labours rise, Her ways are ways of pleasantness, 23. PROV. vi. 6-12. 1 YE indolent and slothful rise, 2 Yet see with what incessant cares She for the Winter storm prepares; 3 But when will slothful man arise? How long shall sleep seal up his eyes? His Winter comes, and want assails, When days are dark and nature fails. 24. PROV. viii. 22, to the end. 1 KEEP silence, all ye sons of men, and hear with rev'rence due; Eternal Wisdom from above, thus lifts her voice to you: 2 I was th' Almighty's chief delight Ere yet his arm was stretched forth 3 With joy I saw th' abode prepar'd 4 Now, therefore, hearken to my words ye children, and be wise: Happy the man that keeps my ways, the man that shuns them dies. 5 Where dubious paths perplex the mind, direction I afford; Life shall be his that follows me, and favour from the Lord. 6 But he who scorns my sacred laws, 25. PROV. xxiii. 17. 10 Happy souls, from heaven born, while yet they sojourn here; Who all their days begin with God, and spend them in his fear. |