CLXXII. PSALM CVII. Long Met. TATE.

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Deliverance from Shipwreck.

J HEY who in fhips, with courage bold O'er fwelling waves their trade pursue; The Lord's amazing works behold,

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And in the deep his wonders view.

No fooner his command is past,
But forth a dreadful tempeft flies;
The ocean trembles at the blast,
And lifts its mountains to the fkies.
Anon the fhips tofs'd up to heaven,
On tops of lofty waves appear;
Then down the steep abyfs are driven,
While every foul diffolves with fear.

They reel and ftagger to and fro,
Like men with fumes of wine oppreft;
Nor helm nor skill to use they know,
While terror fhakes the ftouteft breast.

To God their only help they fly,
And mournfully their cry addrefs:
God in his mercy hears their cry,
And faves them in their deep distress.

The angry winds are hufhed in peace,
The ocean fmooths its face anew;
Their terrors with the tempeft cease,
And joyfully their port they view.
Thus awfully does God make bare
His arm, yet wills not to destroy.
May hope in God repel despair,
From God fpring all our virtuous joy!

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CLXXIII. PSALM CVII. L. M. UNKNOWN.

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A wife and affectionate Providence.

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HRO' all the various shifting scene
Of life's mistaken ill or good,

Thy hand, O God, conducts unfeen
The beautiful viciffitude.

2 God portions with paternal care,
Howe'er unjustly we complain,
To each their necessary share
Of joy and forrow, health and pain.

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Trust we to youth, or friends, or power, Fix we our feet on fortune's ball; When moft fecure, a day, an hour, If he fee fit, may blast them all.

When lowest funk with grief and fhame,
Filled with affliction's bitter cup,
Loft to relations, friends, and fame,
His powerful hand can raise us up.

Before his throne the poor, opprest
By pitiless man, protected stand,
He guides the exile to his reft
And country, from a foreign land.

His powerful confolations cheer,
His fmiles raise the dejected head;
He wipes away the filent tear

That wets the widow's, orphan's bed.
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All things on earth, and all in heaven
On his eternal will depend,

And all for greater good were given,
Would man pursue th' appointed end.
8 This be my care; to all befide
Indifferent let my wishes be;
Paffion be calm; and far be pride;
And fixed my foul, O God, on thee.

CLXXIV. PSALM CVIII. Com. Met. TATE.

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A Song of Praife.

GOD, my grateful heart afpires
To magnify thy name;

My tongue with cheerful fongs of praise
Shall celebrate thy fame.

2 Awake, my heart; and thou, my voice,
Thy willing tribute pay;
And let a hymn of facred joy
Salute the opening day.

3 To all the world around, O God,
Thy goodness I proclaim;
And every grateful tongue fhall join
To spread the glorious theme.

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Be thou exalted, O my God,

Above the starry frame;

And let the world, with one confent,
Confefs thy glorious name.

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CLXXV. PSALM CIX. Com. Met. WATTS.

The mild and patient Example of a fuffering SAVIOUR.

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HE cross was folly to the Greek,

Offence unto the Jew;

But in a Saviour mild and meek,
Wisdom and grace we view.
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Thy fon, O God, was found,
With cruel flanders, falfe and vain,
They compaffed him around.

3 Their miferies his compaffion move,
Their peace he still purfued;
They render hatred for his love,
And evil for his good.

4 Their malice raged without a cause,
Yet with his dying breath

He prayed for murderers on his cross,
And bleft his foes in death.

5 Thy fair example, Lord, does prove
To all of human kind,

How piety, when mixed with love,
Can raise the fufferer's mind.

6 Lord, fhall thy bright example shine
In vain before my eyes?

Give me a foul akin to thine,
To love my enemies.

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CLXXVI. PSALM CXI. Com. Met. Watts.

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The Wisdom of GOD in his Works.

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ONGS of the highest praise belong
To thee all-perfe&t God;

Thou haft my heart, and thou my tongue,

To spread thy praise abroad.

2 How great the works thy hand has wrought!
How glorious in our fight!
Wisdom in every age has fought
Thy wonders with delight.

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How moft exact is nature's frame !
How wife thy ruling mind!

Thy counfels never change the scheme
Which thy first thoughts defigned.

Thro' their wide range both earth and skies
Thy heavenly skill proclaim;
Where'er around we caft our eyes,

We read thy glorious name.

5 To fear thy power, to trust thy grace,

Is our divineft skill;

And he's the wifeft of our race,

Who beft obeys thy will.

CLXXVII. PSALM CXI. Com. Met. WATTS,

The Fulfilment of Mercy.

HE ways of God the foul delight,

THE They afk our noblest songs;

Let his affembled faints unite

Their harmony of tongues.

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