3 Thy truth and juftice I'll proclaim;
Thy bounty flows, an endless stream;
Thy mercy fwift, thy anger flow,
But dreadful to the ftubborn foe.

4 Thy works with fov'reign glory fhine,
And speak thy najefty divine;"

Let Britain round her fhores proclaim
The found and honour of thy name.

5 Let diftant times and nations raise
The long fucceffion of thy praife;
And unborn ages make my fong
The joy and labour of their tongue..

6 But who can speak thy wond'rous deeds?
Thy greatnefs all our thoughts exceeds:
Vaft and unfearchable thy ways;
Vast and immortal be thy praife!

I

WEET is the mem'ry of thy grace,
My God, my heav'nly king!

Let age to age thy righteoufnefs.
In founds of glory fing.

2 God reigns on high, but not confines

His goodness to the skies; Through the whole earth his goodness fhines, And ev'ry want fupplies.

3 With longing eyes thy creatures wait
On thee, for daily food;

Thy liberal hand provides them meat,
And fills their mouths with good.

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4 How

4 How kind are thy compaffions, Lord!
How flow thy anger moves!
But foon he fends his pard'ning word
To cheer the foul he loves.

5 Creatures, with all their endless race,
Thy pow'r and praife proclaim;
But we, who taste thy richer grace,
Delight to bless thy name.

PSALM CXLV. 14, &c.

1 ET ev'ry tongue thy goodness speak, Thou fov'reign Lord of all;

Thy ftrength'ning hands uphold the weak, And raise the poor that fall.

2 When forrow bows the fpirit down,
Or virtue lies diftreft,

Beneath the proud oppreffor's frown,
Thou giv❜ft the mourner rest.

3 The Lord fupports our infant days,
And guides our giddy youth;
Holy and just are all thy ways,
And all thy words are truth.

4 Thou know'ft the pains thy fervants feel, Thou hear'ft thy children cry,

And their best wishes to fulfil

Thy grace is ever nigh.

5 Thy mercy never shall remove

From men of heart fincere;

Thou fav'ft the fouls, whofe humble love

Is join'd with holy fear.

6 My lips fhall dwell upon thy praife,
And fpread thy fame abroad:

Let all the fons of Adam raise
The honours of their God!

I

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PSALM CXLVI.

"LL praise my Maker while I've breath, And when my voice is loft in death, Praise fhall employ my nobler powers; My days of praise fhall ne'er be paft, While life and thought and being laft,. Or immortality endures..

2 Happy the man whofe hopes rely On Ifrael's God; he made the fky,

And earth, and feas, with all their train: His truth for ever ftands fecure; He faves th' oppreft, he feeds the poor,

And none shall find his promise vain.

3 The Lord pours eye-fight on the blind,
The Lord fupports the fainting mind;
He fer he lab'ring confcience peace,
He help the stranger in diftrefs,
The widow and the fatherlefs,

And grants the pris'ner fweet release.

4 I'll praife him while he lends me breath,
And when my voice is loft in death,
Praise fhall employ my nobler powers;
My days of praife fhall ne'er be paft,
While life and thought and being last,
Or immortality endures.

I

PRAIS

RAISE ye the Lord; 'tis good to raise
Our hearts and voices in his praise;

His nature and his works invite

To make this duty our delight.

2 He form'd the ftars, thofe heav'nly flames,
He counts their numbers, calls their names:
His wifdom's vast, and knows no bound,
A deep where all our thoughts are drown'd.

3 Sing to the Lord, exalt him high,
Who fpreads his clouds around the sky,
There he prepares the fruitful rain,
Nor lets the drops defcend in vain.

4 He makes the grafs the hills adorn,
And clothes the smiling fields with corn;
The beafts with food his hands fupply,
And the young ravens when they cry.

5 What is the creature's skill or force?
The fprightly man or warlike horse?
The piercing wit, the active limb?
All are too mean delights for him.

6 But faints are lovely in his fight,
He views his children with delight!
He fees their hope, he knows their fear,
And looks and loves his image there.

Te Deum Laudamus. P. I.

WThee we confefs to be the Lord;

E praise our God with one accord,

The

The fpacious earth adores thy name,
Father of everlasting fame.

2 To thee aloud all angels cry,

The heav'ns, and all the pow'rs on high;
Both cherubim and feraphim
Continual fongs of praife proclaim.

3 O holy, holy, holy Lord!

Great God of fabaoth! (they record)
With fplendour of thy glory fpread,
Is heaven and earth replenished.

4 The apoftle's glorious company
Praife thee, O God, perpetually;
The prophets alfo join to raise
The fong of univerfal praife..

5 The noble and victorious hoft

Of martyrs make of thee their boaft;
The holy church throughout the earth
Acknowledge and extol thy worth.

6 Father of boundless Majefty!
Thy true and only Son moft high!
Alfo the fweet Remembrancer,
The Holy Ghoft, the Comforter!

Te Deum Laudamus. P. 2.

ESSIAH! joy of every heart,
Thou, Thou the King of glory art!

ME

Thou art, before all time begun,
The Father's everlasting Son.

2 Thou,