31. God's Glory shall for ever last,
With his own Joy his Works are grac'd: 32. The Earth stands trembling at thy Stroke, And at thy Touch the Mountains smoke.
33. Thy Praises shall my Breath employ,
Till it expire in endless Joy.
34. My Meditations will prove sweet,
If they thy kind Acceptance meet.
35. Then shall consuming Sinners fade
To Duft, from whence they first were made,
But I shall to my Lord and King
Eternal Hallelujahs fing.
1. HAD not the Lord (may Ifrael fay)
Been pleas'd to interpofe;
2. Had he not then espous'd our Caufe,
When Men against us rose;
3,4,5. Their Wrath had swallow'd us alive,
And rag'd without Controul;
Their Spite and Pride's united Floods
Had quite o'erwhelm'd our Soul.
6. But prais'd be our eternal Lord,
Who rescu'd us that Day,
Nor to their savage Jaws gave up
Our threaten'd Lives a Prey.
7. Our Soul is like a Bird escap'd
From out the Fowler's Net.
The Snare is broke, their Hopes are croft,
And we at Freedom fet.
8. Secure is his Almighty Name,
Our Confidence remains,
Who as he made both Heav'n and Earth,
Of both fole Monarch reigns.
By Sir J. DENHAM.
1. LORD, thou my Ways haft searcht and known, My Rifing up, my Sitting down; 3. To Thee are my Conceptions brought, E'er they are form'd into a Thought.
4. My idle Words thou dost condemn
Before my Lips have fashion'd them:
5. On ev'ry Part thy Hand's impos'd;
Behind, before, has me inclos'd.
6. Such Knowledge is for me too high;
7. From thee, O whither shall I fly?
8. If up to Heav'n, Thou there dost dwell;
And if my Bed I lay in Hell,
I should not 'scape thy piercing Eye.
9. If on the Morning's Wings I fly,
Or th' Ocean's untrac'd Paths shou'd tread,
10. With thy right Hand I shou'd be led.
11. If I my Head in Night involve,
Thy Light the Darkness wou'd diffolve; 12. Ev'n Day and Night are but one Name, For both to Thee appear the fame.
13. Nor Reins, nor Heart cou'd Thee escape,
Thou in the Womb my Form didst shape;
14. So marvellously I was made,
Ev'n of my self I stand afraid.
For this, my Soul, which knows fo well
Thy wondrous Works, thy Praise shall tell.
15. My Substance was by Thee survey'd,
When it was first in secret made.
16. Thy Hand did free, with curious Art,
From Imperfection every Part;
And ev'ry Member, which had yet
No Being, in thy Book was writ.
At last, to shew whose Hand it was,
GOD stampt HIS Image on the Mass,
17. O how thy Thoughts my Soul delight!
The Sum of them is infinite.
When I to number them wou'd try,
I find they all Accompts outvy;
18. I fooner might the Sands explore,
That lie upon the Ocean's Shore :
Yet they my early Thoughts employ.
19. Lord, thou the Wicked wilt deftroy;
20. Such as blafpheme, and thirst for Blood,
And those whose Counsels thine withstood.
21. I hated to the last Degree
22. All those, O God, who hated Thee.
23. Search all my Thoughts, and if they stray
24. From Thee, be thou their Guide and Way.
Shall, like thy felf, immortal be!
I. O Lord, my God, my Songs to
2. For ever I'll thy Praise express,
And ev'ry Day thy Name will bless.
3. Great is the Lord, his Praise no Bounds
Confine, no Line his Greatness sounds.
4. That Generation which succeeds,
Shall learn from this thy mighty Deeds.
5. The Honour of thy Majesty
6. I'll fing, how wonderful! how high !
7. The Measures of thy Grace who know ?
8. Thy Mercy's swift, thy Anger flow.....
9. O'er all, God's guardian Mercy stands,
His Bounty falls from equal Hands :
10. His wondrous Pow'r his Works proclaim,
For which the Saints shall bless his Name.
11. GOD's Majesty, his Pow'r, the State 12. Of his Dominion, Saints relate;
So large, so lasting, so renown'd,
13. As neither Place nor Time shall bound.
14. Thy Hand supports the drooping Head;
Has rais'd the Low, the Hungry fed.
15. The whole Creation, Men and Beasts,
16. Attending Thee, thy Bounty feasts.
17. Justice and Truth thy Ways secure,
And, like thy felf, thy Works are pure.
18. To them that pray, the Lord is near;
To all who pray, and are fincere.
19. Their Suits he grants, their Wants supplies,
And faves them when he hears their Cries.
20. All this the righteous Man enjoys,
But the Ungodly, God destroys.
21. My Lips his Praises shall proclaim,
And all who live shall bless his Name.
PSALM CXLVIII.
Paraphras'd by an unknown Hand.
TO God, in one united Sound,
Inspir'd, let ev'ry Being rise,
Beyond Creation's utmost Bound,
Above the Concave of the Skies.
Begin, ye facred Thrones above,
Ye Seraphs strike your golden Lyres;
Ye Sons of Harmony and Love
Bless and exalt him in your Choirs.
Far as thou dart'st a quickning Ray,
Divulge, O Sun, his endless Fame;
He fill'd thy flaming Orb with Day,
His Acts in Gratitude proclaim.
Thou Moon, howe'er unfix'd thy Course,
To him thy constant Tribute bring:
He to thy Glories gave the Source;
To him with pious Duty fing.
Ye gay Attendants of the Night, *
From Sphere to Sphere the Accents roll;
Ye Planetary Globes of Light,
Resound his Deeds from Pole to Pole.
Ye splendid Heavens, ye Vaults on high,
With Rapture fieze the darling Theme;
Ye Floods that glide above the Sky,
Bear down his Praise in ev'ry Stream.
Let the bright Realms of lafting Blifs,
Extol him through the vast Expanfe:
By him from Chaos' dark Abyss,
The various Elements advance.
He spoke, Confufion heard the Word,
In her capacious Gulphs obfcure;
Strait sprang up Worlds in sweet Accord,
Fix'd, and commanded to endure.
Let Clouds in Rain their Part disclose,
Let Winds with all their Blasts adore ;
Ye Meteors blaze, drop down ye Snows,
Ye Lightnings play, and Thunders roar.
Next, let the Choirifters of Air,
The propagated Hymn assume;
His Hands protect 'em with his Care,
To him they owe the various Plume.
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