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; Providence. 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: Providence. 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 ; Providence. 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 : Second Part. C. M. The plagues of Egypt. the saints, 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 : Third Part. C. M. THE |