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4 The world's foundations by his hand
Are pois’d, and shall for ever stand :
Lest it should drown the earth again.
Which high above the mountains stood,
Confin’d to its appointed bed.
And in their channels walk their rounds';
They spring from hills, and drench the plains. 7 He bids the chrystal fountains flow,
And cheer the vallies as they go;
And for the stream wild asses bray. 8 From pleasant trees which shade the brink,
The lark and linnet light to drink;
On the parch'd earth enriching show'rs;
A thousand joyful blessings yield. 2 He makes the grassy food arise,
And gives the cattle large supplies ;
herbs for man, of various pow'r,
The olive yields a shining juice:
4 O! bless his name, ye nations, fed
With nature's chief supporter, bread:
Rais'd in the forest by his hands ; Birds to the boughs for shelter fly,
And build their nests secure on high. 2 To craggy hills ascends the goat; ;
And at the airy mountain's foot,
He gives them wisdom where to dwell: 3 He sets the sun his circling race,
Appoints the moon to change her face;
Calls out wild beasts to hunt their prey. 4 Fierce lions lead their young abroad,
And roaring, ask their meat from God;
The savage beast to covert flies. 5 Then man to daily labour goes ;
The night was made for his repose:
From tiresome toil, and wasting grief. 6 How strange thy works! how great thy skill!
All lands thy boundless riches fill:
This spacious earth is full of thee.
wand'ring in the paths below.
8 There ships divide their wat’ry way,
And flocks of scaly monsters play ;
AST are thy works, Almighty Lord !
All nature rests upon thy word : And the whole race of creatures stands,
Waiting their portion from thy hands. 2 White each receives his diff'rent food,
His cheerful looks pronounce it good: Eagles and bears, and whales and worms
Rejoice, and praise in diff'rent forms. 3 But when thy face is hid they mourn,
And dying, to their dust return;
Life, breath, and spirit, all are thine.
And fill the world with beasts and men : A word of thy creating breath
Repairs the wastes of time and death.
Are honour'd with thine own delight:
Lord, thou art dreadful in thy praise. • The earth stands trembling at thy stroke,
And at thy touch the mountains smoke; Yet humble souls may see thy face,
And tell their wants to sov’reign grace. 17 In thee my hopes and wishes meet,
And make my meditations sweet : Thy praises shall my breath employ, 'Till it expire in endless joy.
8 While haughty sinners die accurst,
Their glory buried with their dust,
God's care of the Patriarchs.
And tell the world his grace;
That all may seek his face.
For num'rous ages past,
In equal force shall last.
And made the blessing sure:
And find his truth endure.
Said the Almighty voice;
“ The type of heav'nly joys."
To give them Canaan's land,
A little, feeble band.
Securely they remov'd;
Severely he reprov'd.
- Shall soon revenge the wrong:
"Shall know their God is strong."
8 Then let the world forbear its rage,
Nor put the Church in fear :
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The plagues of Egypt.
Arm'd with his dreadful rod.
Like an o'erwhelming flood;
A lake, a stream of blood.
Thro' the whole country spread ;
About the monarch's bed.
The ten fold vengeance few :
And hail their cattle slew.
The flow'r of Egypt died ;
Their glory and their pride.
Nor put the Church in fear :
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