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That waves are under his command,
And all the winds that blow.
The goodness of the Lord !
PSALM 107. Fifth Part. L. M. Nations blest and punished. 4 psalm for America. 1 V HEN God, provok'd with daring crimes,
Scourges the madness of the times, He turns the fields to barren sand,
And dries the rivers from the land.
And make the wither'd mountains green;
And harvests in the desert rise,
Or men as fierce and wild as they ;
And builds them towns and cities there.
Whose yearly fruit supplies their want :
Their wealth increases with their flocks.
Wander unpitied and forlorn :
And desolation spreads the field.
Again his dreadful hand he turns ;
Again he makes their cities thrive,
And bids the dying churches live. 8 The righteous with a joyful sense,
Admire the works of Providence;
Blaspheme the God, that saints adore. 9 How few with pious care record
These wondrous dealings of the Lord !
PSALM 108. First Part. L. M.
Praise to God for his care of the church. * A silence ,
My heart, and all my pow'rs, awake; My tongue, the glory of my frame,
Awake, and sing Jehovah's name. 2 O'er heav'n exalted is his throne;
In ev'ry world his glory shown:
From death, and sorrow, and the grave. 3 Ye kingdoms, hear his awful voice !
“ In Zion shall my heart rejoice;
« And make their scatter'd strength a prey. 4 “ Mine are the sons of Zion, mine
“Their glory, grace, and truth divine; “My sceptre shines in Judah's hands,
“ And still my strength in Ephraim stands. 5 “My foes to ruin shall be giv'n,
“ The shame of earth, the scorn of heav'n; “ Their eyes shall see my church prevail ; “ Their strength shall shrink, their courage
6 Othou, beneath whose soy'reign sway
Nations, and worlds, in dust decay,
Thine aid denied, thy presence gone ; 7 Yet wilt thou still with love return;
With duty teach our hearts to burn;
And bid thy fainting children live.
From ev'ry snare, and ey’ry foe,
Second Purt. C. M.
Fervent praise. 1 A WAKE my soul, with
fervent praise, my
And thro' the nations round,
of praise will I prepare,
Above the starry train ;
And teach the world thy reign. 4 The church is thine ; thou wilt maintain
Her cause in ev'ry age :
Against her rights engage.
And throng thy courts above;
And taste redeeming love,
G Thy glory
PSALM 109. C. M.
Thy glory is my song;
With a blaspheming tongue.
Thy Son on earth was found ; With cruel slanders false and vain,
They compass'd him around. 3 Their mis’ries his compassion move,
Their peace he still pursu'd ; They render hatred for his love,
And evil for his good.
Yet with his dying breath,
And blest his foes in death.
In vain before my eyes ?
To love mine enemies.
And in my Saviour's name,
The success of the gospel.
To Christ the Son ; « Ascend and sit “ At my right hand, till I shall make “ Thy foes submissive at thy feet. “ From Zion shall thy word proceed ;
Thy word, the sceptre in thy hand,
What a large victr
“Shall make the hearts of rebels bleed,
" And bow their wills to thy command. 3 “ That day shall show thy pow'r is great;
“When saints shall flock with willing minds, “ And sinners crowd thy temple-gate,
" Where holiness in beauty shines.”
Christ's kingdom and priesthood.
And near thy Father sit:
And make thy foes submit.
Thy converts shall surpass
And own thy sov’reign grace.
Nor changes what he swore :
" When Aaron is no more.
" That king of high degree;
“ Was but a type of thee.”
To plead for us above;
The blessings of his love.
His lofty throne maintain ;