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For now her time is come, thy own

appointed day of grace.
14 Her scatter'd ruins by thy saints

with pity are survey'd;
They grieve to see her lofty spires

in dust and rubbish laid.
15, 16 The name and glory of the Lord

all heathen kings shall fear;
When he shall Sion build again,

and in full state appear.
17, 18 When he regards the poor's request,

nor slights their earnest prayer;
Our sons, for their recorded grace,

shall his just praise declare.
19 For God, from his abode on high,


gracious beams display'd;
The Lord, from heaven, his lofty throne,

hath all the earth survey'd.
20 He listen'd to the captives' moans,

he heard their mournful cry,
And freed, by his resistless power,

the wretches doom'd to die.
21 That they in Sion, where he dwells,

might celebrate his fame,
And through the holy city sing

loud praises to his name:
22 When all the tribes assembling there,

their solemn vows address,
And neighb'ring lands, with glad consent,

the Lord their God confess.
23. But e'er my race is run, my strength

through his fierce wrath decays;
He has, when all my wishes bloom'd,

cut short my hopeful days.
24 Lord, end not thou my life, said I,

when half is scarcely past;
Thy years, from worldly changes free,
to endless

ages last.
25 The strong foundations of the earth

of old by thee were laid ;
Thy hands the beauteous arch of heaven

with wondrous skill have made.
26, 27 Whilst thou for ever shalt endure,

they soon shall pass away;
And, like a garment often worn,

shall tarnish and decay.
Like that, when thou ordain'st their change,

to thy command they bend;
But thou continu'st still the same,

nor have thy years an end.
28 Thou to the children of thy saints

shall lasting quiet give;

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Whose happy race, securely fix’d, shall in thy presence live.

PSALM CIII. 1, 2 Y soul, inspir'd with sacred love,

God's holy name for ever bless of all his favours mindful prove,

and still thy grateful thanks express. 3, 4 'Tis he that all thy sins forgives,

and after sickness makes thee sound; From danger he thy life retrieves,

by him with grace and mercy crown'd. 5, 6 He with good things thy mouth supplies,

thy vigour, eagle-like, renews; He, when the guiltless suff'rer cries,

his foe with just revenge pursues. 7 God made of old his righteous ways

to Moses and our fathers known; His works, to his eternal praise,

were to the sons of Jacob shown. 8 The Lord abounds with tender love,

and unexampled acts of grace ; His waken'd wrath doth slowly move,

his willing mercy flies apace. 9, 10 God will not always harshly chide,

but with his anger quickly part; And loves his punishments to guide

more by his love than our desert. 11 As high as heaven its arch extends

above this little spot of clay, So much his boundless love transcends

the small respects that we can pay. 12, 13 As far as 'tis from east to west,

so far has he our sins remov'd; Who, with a father's tender breast,

has such as fear'd him always lov'd. 14, 15 For God, who all our frame surveys,

considers that we are but clay; How fresh soe'er we seem, our days

like grass or flowers must fade away. 16, 17 Whilst they are nipt with sudden blasts,

nor can we find their former place; God's faithful mercy ever lasts,

to those that fear him, and their race. 18 This shall attend on such as still

proceed in his appointed way; And who not only know his will,

but to it just obedience pay. 19, 20 The Lord, the universal King,

in heaven has fix'd his lofty throne: To him, ye angels, praises sing, in whose great strength his power is shown.


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Ye that his just commands obey,

and hear and do his sacred will, 21 Ye hosts of his,, this tribute pay,

who still what he ordains fulfil. 22 Let every creature jointly bless

the mighty Lord; and thou, my heart, With grateful joy thy thanks express, and in this concert bear thy part.

PSALM CIV. 1 PLESS God, my soul: thou, Lord, alone

possessest empire without bounds;
With honour thou art crown'd, thy throne

eternal majesty surrounds.
2 With light thou dost thyself enrobe,

and glory for a garment take;
Heaven's curtains stretch beyond the globe,

thy canopy of state to make.
3 God builds on liquid air, and forms

his palace chambers in the skies;
The clouds his chariots are, and storms

the swift-wing'd steeds with which he flies. 4 As bright as flame, as swift as wind,

his ministers heaven's palace fill, To have their sundry tasks assign'd,

all proud to serve their Sov'reign's will. 5, 6 Earth on her centre fix'd, he set,

her face with waters overspread; Nor proudest mountains dared as yet

to lift above the waves their head. 7 But when thy awful face appear’d,

th' insulting waves dispers'd; they fled, When once thy thunder's voice they heard,

and by their haste confess'd their dread. 8 Thence up by secret tracts they creep,

and, gushing from the mountain's side,
Through valleys travel to the deep

appointed to receive their tide.
9 There hast thou fix'd the ocean's bounds,

the threatning surges to repel;
That they no more o'erpass their mounds,
nor to a second deluge swell.

10 Yet thence in smaller parties drawn,

the sea recovers her lost hills;
And starting springs from every lawn

surprise the vales with plenteous rills.
11 The field's tame beasts are thither led,

weary with labour, faint with drought; And asses on wild mountains bred

have sense to find these currents out.

12 Their shady trees from scorching beams

yield shelter to the feather'd throng; They drink, and to the bounteous streams

return the tribute of their song. 13 His rains from heaven parch'd hills recruit,

that soon transmit the liquid store, Till earth is burden'd with her fruit,

and nature's lap can hold no more. 14 Grass, for our cattle to devour,

he makes the growth of every field: Herbs, for man's use, of various power,

that either food or physic yield. 15 With cluster'd grapes he crowns the vine,

to cheer man's heart, oppress'd with cares; Gives oil, that makes his face to shine, and corn, that wasted strength repairs.

PART III. 16 The trees of God, without the care

or art of man, with sap are fed: The mountain-cedar looks as fair

as those in royal gardens bred, 17 Safe in the lofty cedar's arms

the wand'rers of the air may rest; The hospitable pine from harms

protects the stork, her pious guest. 18 Wild goats the craggy rock ascend,

its tow'ring heights their fortress make, Whose cells in labyrinths extend,

where feebler creatures refuge take. 9 The moon's inconstant aspect shows

th' appointed seasons of the year; Th' instructed sun his duty knows,

his hours to rise and disappear. 20, 21 Darkness he makes the earth to shroud,

when forest beasts securely stray; Young lions roar their wants aloud

to Providence, that sends them prey. 22 They range all night, on slaughter bent,

till summon'd by the rising morn, To skulk in dens, with one consent

the conscious ravagers return. 23 Forth to the tillage of his soil

the husbandman securely goes, Commencing with the sun his toil,

with him returns to his repose. 24 How various, Lord, thy works are found;

for which thy wisdom we adore! The earth is with thy treasure crown'd,

till nature's hand can grasp no more.

PART IV. 25 But still the vast unfathom'd.main,

of wonders a new scene supplies, Whose depths inhabitants contain

of every form, and every size. 26 Full-freighted ships from every port

there cut their unmolested way; Leviathan, whom there to sport

thou mad'st, has compass there to play. 27 These various troops of sea and land

in sense of common want agree; All wait on thy dispensing hand,

and have their daily alms from thee. 28 They gather what thy stores disperse,

without their trouble to provide; Thou op'st thy hand, the universe,

the craving world, is all supply'd. 29 Thou for a moment hid'st thy face,

the num'rous ranks of creatures mourn; Thou tak'st their breath, all nature's race

forthwith to mother earth return. 30 Again thou send'st thy spirit forth

t' inspire the mass with vital seed; Nature's restor'd, and parent earth

smiles on her new-created breed. 31 Thus through successive ages stands

firm fix'd thy providential care; Pleas'd with the work of thy own hands,

thou dost the waste of time repair. 32 One look of thine, one wrathful look,

earth's panting breast with terror fills; One touch from thee, with clouds of smoke

in darkness shrouds the proudest hills. 33 In praising God, while he prolongs

my breath, I will that breath employ; 34 And join devotion to my songs,

sincere, as in him is my joy. 35 While sinners from earth's face are hurl'd,

my soul, praise thou his holy name,
Till with my song the listning world
join concert, and his praise proclaim.

RENDER thanks, and bless the Lord;

invoke his sacred name;
Acquaint the nations with his deeds,

his matchless deeds proclaim. 2 Sing to his praise in lofty hymns;

his wondrous works rehearse;
Make them the theme of your discourse,

and subject of your verse.

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