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6 I'll praise him whilst he lends me breath,
And when my voice is loft in death,

Praise fhall employ my nobler powers :
My days of praise fhall ne'er be past,
While life and thought and being last,
Or immortality endures.

WATTg. Pialm CXLVII.

Com. Metre. [*]
Tbe charging Seasons.
TITH songs and honours founding loud,

Address the Lord on high ;
Over the heavens he spreads his cloud,

And waters veil the sky.
2 He sends his showers of blessing down,

To cheer the plains below;
He makes the wood the mountains crown,

And grass in vallies grow.
3 He gives the grazing ox his meat;
He hears the raven's

сту; But man who tastes his finest wheat,

Should raise his honours high.
4 His steady counsels change the face

Of the declining year ;
He bids the fun cut short his race,

And wintry days appear.
; His hoary froaft, his fleecy snow

Descend and clothe the ground;
The liquid streams forbear to flow,

In icy fetters bound.
When, from his dreadful stores on high,

He pours the rattling hail,
The man who dares his God defy,
Shall find his courage fail,

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7 He fends his fun to melt the snow,

The fields no longer mourn ;
He calls the warmer winds to-blow,

And bids the Spring return.
8 The changing wind the flying cloud

Obey his lov'reign word ;
With fongs and honours founding loud,
Praise ye th' Almighty Lord.

WATTS.

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Palm CXLVII. ist Part. L. Metre. [X]

The Beauties of Nature.
ING to the Lord, let praise inspire

The grateful voice, the tuneful lyre ;
In strains of joy proclaim abroad

The endless glories of our God. 2 He counts the hosts of starry flames;

He knows their natures and their names ; Great is our God ! his wond'rous pow'r

And boundless wisdorn we adore. 3

He veils the sky with treasur'd showers,
On earth, the plenteous blefling pours;
The meadows Tmile in lively green;

And fairer blooms the flowery scene. 4 His bounteous hand, great spring of good,

Provides the brute creation food;
He feeds the ravens when they cry,

All nature lives beneath his eye.
5 In nature, what can him delight,

Most lovely in its Maker's fight?
Not active strength his favour moves,
Nor comely form he best approves.

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6 But to the Lord is ever dear,

The heart where he implants his fear;
The souls who on his grace rely
Are ever lovely in his eye,

Mrs. STEELE,

Psalm CXLVII. 2d Part. L. M. [X]

The Seasons of the car. RAISE ye the Lord ! Oh blissful theme, 'Tis pleasure, 'tis divine delight,

And praise is lovely in his fight.
2 He speaks, and, swiftly from the skies

To earth, the sov'reign mandate flies ;
Observánt nature hears the word,

And bows, obedient to her Lord.
3 Now thick descending flakes of snow

O'er earth a fleecy mantle throw ;
Now glittering frost, o'er all the plains

Extends its universal chains.
4 At his fierce storms of icy hail,

The livering powers of nature fail ;
Before his cold, what life can stand,

Uwhelter'd by his guardian hand 5 He spcaks, the snow and ice obey,

And nature's fetters melt' array ;
Now vernal gales soft rising blow,
And liquid waters gently flow.
Sing to the Lord, let praise inspire
The grateful voice, the tuneful iyre ;
In strains of joy proclaim abroad
The'éndless glories of our God.

Mrs. STEEL

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Psalm CXLVIII. ist Part. C. M. [N

Universal Praise.
RAISE ye the Lord, immortal choir,

Who fill the realms above ;
Praise him who form’d you of his fire,

And feeds you with his love.
2 Shine to his praife, ye crystal skies,
The floor of his abode

3
Or veil the lustre of your eyes

Before a brighter God.
3 Thoų central globe of golden light,

Whole beams create our days; Toin with the filver queen of night,

To own your borrow'd rays.
4 Blush and refund the honours paid

To your inferior names ;
Tell the blind world your orbs are fed

By his exhaustlefs flames.
5 Winds, ye shall bear his name aloud,

Through the etherial blue ! For when his chariot is a cloud,

He makes his wheels of you. 6 Thunder and hail, and fire and storms,

The troops of his command, Appear in all your awful forms, And speak his potent hand.

WATT5.

Plalm CXLVIII. 2d Part. C. M. [X

HOUT to the Lord, ye surging seas,
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In your eternal roar;
Ist wave to wave resound his praise,

And fhore reply to shore,

2 While fishes, sporting on the flood,

In scaly filver Chine;
Proclaim their mighty Maker, God,

Amidst the foaming brine.
3 But gentler things fhall tune his name

To softer notes than these ;
Young zephyrs breathing o'er the ftream,

Or whispering through the trees.
4 Wave your tall heads, ye lofty pines,

To him who makes you grow ;
Sweet clusters bend the fruitful vines,

On every thankful bough.
Let the shrill birds his honour raise,

And climb the morning sky;
Whilst grov'ling beasts attempt his praise

In hoarser harmony.
Thus while the meaner creatures sing,

Ye mortals take the sound ;
Echo the glories of your King
Through all the nations round.

WATTS.

plalm CXLVIII. ist Part. L. M. [*]
AIREST of all the lights above,
Thou sun, whose.beams adorn the spheres,
And with unwearied swiftness move,
To form the circles of our years :
Praise the Creator of the skies,
Who dress'd thine orb in golden rays ;
Or may the fun forget to rife,
If he forget his Maker's praise.
Thou reigning beauty of the night,
queen of filence, silver moon,

Fair

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