« AnteriorContinuar »
IS good, our Thanks to God to bring,
3. All Arts which Mufick can invent,
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
12. The Righteous like a Palm are grown,
15. Thus is our God for ever juft,
Firm as a Rock, when him we truft.
By the fame.
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 express. 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,
PSALM - XCVII.
By the fame.
'HE Lord does reign, let Earth advance
Fore-running Fire his Foes confounds.
4. His Lightnings to the World gave Light; Earth faw, and trembled at the Sight:
Hills melt like Wax, like Snow they thaw.
7. Confounded may they be who call
All Gods on Earth before him bow. 8. Fudah rejoic'd when God was heard, And Sion leap'd when he appear'd,
For they his righteous Judgments know.
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,
Still in your Memory record.
By the fame.
"M Y Soul, thy great Creator praife:
When cloath'd in his Celestial Rays,
He in full Majefty appears,
And like a Robe his Glory wears.
2. The Skies are for his Curtains fpread,
4. Angels, whom his own Breath infpires,
6. Cloath'd, and invefted with the Flood,
8. And now thofe proud impetuous Waves,
10. Yet them fome fecret Veins convey
To Hills, from whence through Vales they stray: 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 Cistern 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.
17. To Birds tall Cedars fhelter yield,
Where their high Marriage-Beds they build: 18. The Stork on Firrs, on Mountains dwells The Goat, there Coneys make their Cells. 19. He fets the Sun his double Race,
And gives the Moon her changing Face: 20. And when thick Darkness veils the Day, Wild Beafts the Foreft range for Prey.
21. Lions their Young then lead abroad,
23. Then Man to his Day-Labour goes,
24. How ftrange thy Works! how great thy Skill! Both which the Earth with Riches fill
25. They fill the vast unfathom'd Deep, Numberless Things there fwim and creep; Still wandring in the Paths below,
26. Whilft Ships the fwelling Surface plow. "Tis there the vaft Leviathan
His Paftime takes, in spite of Man.
27. ALL thefe with Expectation ftand,
29. But when thy Face is hid, they mourn;