The clouds, disposed at thy command,
Their fatness drop through every land:
Her various produce nature yields,
And plenty smiles o'er all her fields.
Seasons and months, and weeks and days,
Demand successive songs of praise.
Oh! be the grateful homage paid,
With morning light and evening shade.
Here in thy house let incense rise,
As circling sabbaths bless our eyes;
Till to those glorious realms we soar,
Where days and years revolve no more.
PSALM LXVII.—(s. м.)
To bless thy chosen race,
In mercy, Lord, incline,
And cause the brightness of thy face
On all thy saints to shine.
That so thy wondrous way
May through the world be known: Whilst distant lands their tribute pay, And thy salvation own.
Let all the nations join
To celebrate thy fame;
Let all the world, O Lord, combine
To praise thy glorious name.
O let them shout and sing
With joy and pious mirth,
For thou, the righteous Judge and King, Shalt govern all the earth,
PSALM LXXI.—(c. m.)
WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys;
Transported by the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.
Unnumber'd comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestow'd,
Before my infant heart conceiv'd
From whom those comforts flow'd.
When in the slipp'ry paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm unseen convey'd me safe,
And led me up to man.
When worn by sickness, oft hast thou
With health renew'd my face;
And when in sins and sorrows sunk,
Reviv'd my soul with grace.
Through ev'ry period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue,
And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.
PSALM LXXII.—(P. M.)
HASTEN, Lord, the glorious time
When beneath Messiah's sway,
Every nation, every clime,
Shall the Gospel's call obey.
Mightiest kings his power shall own,
Heathen tribes his name adore:
Satan, and his host o'erthrown,
Bound in chains shall hurt no more.
Then shall wars and tumults cease,
Then be banished grief and pain;
Righteousness, and joy, and peace,
Undisturb'd shall ever reign.
Bless we then our gracious Lord,
Ever praise his glorious name,
All his mighty acts record,
All his wondrous love proclaim.
PSALM LXXIII.—(c. m.)
WHOM have we, Lord, in heaven but thee,
And whom on earth beside?
Where else for succour can we flee,
Or in whose strength confide?
Thou art our portion here below,
Our promised bliss above;
Ne'er may our souls an object know
So precious as thy love.
When heart and flesh, O Lord, shall fail,
Thou wilt our spirits cheer;
Support us through life's thorny vale,
And calm each anxious fear.
Yes, thou shalt be our guide through life,
And help and strength supply;
Sustain us in death's fearful strife,
And welcome us on high.
PSALM LXXVIII.—(c. M.)
ONCE to the sons of Jacob's race
The Lord reveal'd his law;
And Israel all his works of grace
In sacred emblems saw.
He bade them to their sons proclaim
His wonders and his word:
And we will teach our sons the same,
To guide them to the Lord.
So ev'ry age thy grace shall know,
While time its circuit runs ;
And children's children rise and shew
Thy glory to their sons.
Thus shall their hopes on God be set,
Their everlasting stay;
Nor latest times his works forget,
But his commands obey.
PSALM LXXX.—(L. M.)
O ISRAEL'S Shepherd, Joseph's Guide,
Our humble pray'rs vouchsafe to hear:
Thou that on cherubim didst ride,
In glorious majesty appear.
Do thou convert us, Lord, do thou
The lustre of thy face display;
And all the ills we suffer now
Like scatter'd clouds shall pass away.
O thou, whom heav'nly hosts obey,
Let not thy wrath against us burn;
Let not thy waiting people pray,
And to their pray'rs have no return.
Do thou convert us, Lord, do thou
The lustre of thy face display;
And all the ills we suffer now,
Like scatter'd clouds shall pass away.
PSALM LXXXI.—(c. m.)
O GOD, our strength, to thee the song
With grateful hearts we raise;
To thee, and thee alone, belong
All worship, love, and praise.
In trouble's dark and stormy hour
Thine ear hath heard our prayer,
And graciously thine arm of power
Hath sav'd us from despair.
And thou, O ever-gracious Lord,
Wilt keep thy promise still,
If meekly we receive thy word,
And strive to do thy will.
Led by the light thy grace imparts,
Ne'er may we bow the knee
To idols, which our wayward hearts
Set
up instead of thee.
PSALM LXXXIV.-Version 1. (c. M.)
O GOD of hosts, the mighty Lord,
How lovely is the place
Where thou, in glory thron'd, dost shew
The brightness of thy face!
Our longing souls faint with desire
To view thy blest abode :
Our heart and flesh cry out for thee—
For thee, the living God.
How blest are they, who in thy strength
Their sure defence have made,
Who love to tread the sacred paths
That to thy dwelling lead.
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