And strike the pow'rs and princes dead, The council of peace. While counsels of eternal peace Proceed with honour and success. 2 Thro' the whole earth his reign shall spread, And crush the pow'rs that dare rebel : And send the guilty world to hell. He drinks the cup of tears and blood; The wisdom of God in his works. To my almighty God: To spread his name abroad. 2 How great the works, his hand hath wrought? How glorious in our sight! His wonders with delight. How wise th' Eternal mind! That his first thoughts design’d. 4 When he redeem'd his chosen sons, He fix'd his coy'nant sure : "The orders, that his lips pronounce To endless years endure, Nature and time, and earth and skies, Thy heav'nly skill proclaim : I What shall we do to make us wise, But learn to read thy name? Is our divinest skill ; The perfections of God. songs : Their harmony of tongues. He gives his children food; He makes his promise good. To seal his cov’nant sure : His ways are just and pure. Must with his fear begin : PSALM 112. L. M. And follows his commands; Or gives with lib'ral hands. So God shall answer his request With blessings on his seed, 3 No evil tidings shall surprise His well establish'd mind : And leaves his fears behind. 4 In times of general distress Some beams of light shall shine, To show the world his righteousness, And give him peace divine. 5 His works of piety and love Remain before the Lord : PSALM 113. L. M. The sovereignty and goodness of God. In ev'ry age his praises sing : The nations shall his praise repeat. 2 Above the earth, beyond the sky, Stands his high throne of majesty : Nor bound his universal reign. Or angels with their God compare ? Who dwells in uncreated light! What saints above, and angels do; The mean affairs of men below. His grace exalts the humble poor ; Gives them the honour of his sons, And fits them for their heav'nly thrones. 6 A word of his creating voice Can make the barren house rejoice; The promis'd seed is born at last. And tells the wonders God has done: PSALM 114. L. M. Miracles attending Israel's journey. 1 WHEN Israel freed from Pharaoh's hanchy Left the proud tyrant and his land; The tribes with cheerful homage own Their King, and Judah was his throne. 2 Across the deep their journey lay; The deep divides to make them way ; With backward current to his head. Like lambs, the little hillocks leap; Conscious of sov'reign pow'r at hand. Or Jordan, backward roll his tide ? Retire and know th' approaching God; Tremble thou earth, adore and fear. The rocks to standing pools he turns ; a Flints spring with fountains at his word, PSALM 115. L.M. Not to ourselves is glory due; The only gracious, wise, and true.. Why should a heathen's haughty tongue Say, “Where's the God you've serv'd so 3 The God, we serve, maintains his throne Above the clouds, beyond the skies : He knows our groans, he hears our'cries. Are senseless shapes of stone and wood ;- A silver saint, or golden god. Deaf are their ears, their eyes are blind ; And vows are scattered in the wind. Nor hands to save when mortals pray: Seem to be blind and deaf, as they. Thy help, thy refuge and thy reșt; And bless the people and the priest. They dwell in silence and the grave ; |