PSALM LXV. ver. 5-13.
Second Part. (L. M.)
Divine Providence in air, earth, and fea: or, the God of nature and grace.
THE God of our falvation hears
The groans of Sion mix'd with tears;
Yet when he comes with kind defigns,.
Thro' all the way his terror fhines.
2 On him the race of man depends,
Far as the earth's remoteft, ends,
Where the Creator's name is known,
By Nature's feeble light alone.
3 Sailors that travel o'er the flood,
Address their frighted fouls to God
When tempefts rage, and billows roa
At dreadful diftance from the shore.
4 He bids the noify tempefts cease;
He calms the raging crowd to peace,.
When a tumultuous nation raves,
Wild as the wind, and loud as waves.
5 Whole kingdoms fhaken by the storm
He fettles in a peaceful form ;
Mountains establish'd by his hand,
Firm on their old foundations ftand.
6 Behold his en figns fweep the sky,
New comets blaze, and light'nings fly-
The heathen lands, with fwift furprife,
From the bright horrors turn their eyes.
7 At his command the morning ray
Smiles in the eaft, and leads the day:
He guides the fun's declining wheels,
Over the tops of western hills.
8 Seafons and times obey his voice:
The ev'ning and the morn rejoice
To fee the earth made foft with fhow'rs,
Laden with fruit, and drest in flow'rs.
9 'Tis from his wat'ry ftores on high
He gives the thirsty ground fupply;
He walks upon the clouds, and thence
Doth his enriching drops difpenfe.
10 The defert grows a fruitful field;
Abundant food the vallies yield;
The vallies thout with cheerful voice,
And neighb'ring hills repeat their joys.
II The paftures fmile in green array;
Their lambs and larger cattle play:
The larger cattle and the lamb,
Each in his language speaks thy name.
Thy works pronounce thy pow'r divine;
O'er ev'ry field thy glories fhine:
Thro' ev'ry month thy gifts appear;
Great God! thy goodnefs crowns the year.
PSALM LXV. Firft Part. (C.M.).
prayer-bearing God, and the Gentiles called.
RAISE waits in Sion, Lord, for thee;
There fhall our vows be paid:
hou haft an ear when finners pray,
All flefh fhall feek thine aid.
Lord, our iniquities prevail,
But pard'ning grace is thine;
And thou wilt grant us pow'r and skill
To conquer every fin.
3 Bleft are the men whom thou wilt choose
To bring them near thy face,
Give them a dwelling in thine house
To fcaft upon thy grace.
4 In anfw'ring what thy church requests,
Thy truth and terror shine,
And works of dreadful righteousness
Fulfil thy kind defign..
5 Thus fhall the wond'ring nations fee
The Lord is good and juft;
And diftant islands fly to thee,
And make thy name their trust.
6 They dread thy glitt'ring tokens, Lord,
When figns in heav'n appear;
But they fhall learn thy holy word,
And love as well as fear.
PSALM LXV. Second Part. (C. M.)
The providence of God in air, earth, and fea: or, the bleffing of rain.
1 'Trs by thy ftrength the mountains stand, God of eternal pow'r!
The fea grows calm at thy command,
And tempefts cease to roar.
2 Thy morning light, and ev'ning fhade,
Succeffive comforts bring;
Thy plenteous fruits make harvest glad,
Thy flow'rs adorn the spring.
3 Seafons and times, and moons and hours,
Heav'n, earth, and air, art thine;
When clouds diftil in fruitful show's,
The Author is divine.
4 Thofe wand'ring cifterns in the sky,ob
Borne by the winds around,
With wat❜ry treasures well fupplyin
The furrows of the ground.
5. The thirfty ridges drink their fill,
And ranks of corn appear;
Thy ways abound with bleffings ftill,
Thy goodness crowns the year.
PSALM LXV. Third Part. (C.M.)
The blessings of the spring: or, God gives rain.
A Pfalm for the Husbandman.
1 GOOD is the Lord, the heav'nly King,
Who makes the earth his cares
Vifits the paftures ev'ry spring,
And bids the grass appear,
2. The clouds, like rivers rais'd on high,
Pour out at thy command
Their wat'ry blefings from the sky,
To cheer the thirsty land..
'he foften'd ridges of the field
Permit the corn to fpring;
The vallies rich provision yield,
And the poor lab'rers fing.
4 The little hills on ev'ry fide
Rejoice at falling fhow'rs;
he meadows drefs'd in all their pride,
Perfume the air with flow'rs.
barren clods refresh'd with rain,
Promite a joyful crop ;
he parched grounds look green again
And raife the reaper's, hope...
6 The various months thy goodness crowns ;
How bounteous are thy ways!
The bleating flocks fpread o'er the downs, And shepherds fhout thy praises
PSALM LXVI. Firft Part. (C. M.) Governing power and goodness: or, our grace tried by afflictions,
SING, all ye nations, to the Lord,
Sing with a joyful noise;"
With melody of found record
His honours, and your joys.
2 Say to the Pow'r that makes the skys
How terrible art thou!
"Sinners before thy prefence fly,
"Or at thy feet they bow."
3 [Come, fee the wonders of our God,
How glorious are his ways!
In Mofes' hand he puts his rod,
And cleaves the frighted feas.
4 He made the ebbing channel dry
While Ifr'el pafs'd the flood;
There did the church begin their joy,
And triumph in their God.
5 He rules by his refiftless might;
Will rebel mortals dare
Provoke th' Eternal to the fight,
And tempt that dreadful war?
6 O blefs our God, and never ceafe ;
Ye faints fulfil his praife;
He keeps our life, maintains our peace,
And guides our doubtful ways.
7 Lord, thou haft prov'd our fuff'ring fouls, To make our graces thine;
So filver bears the burning coals
The metal to refine.
8 Thro' wat'ry deeps, and fiery ways,
We march at thy command;
Led to poffefs the promis'd place
By thins unerring hand.”
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