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6 I'll praise him whilst he lends me breath,
Praise fhall employ my nobler powers :
WATTg. Pialm CXLVII.
Com. Metre. [*]
Address the Lord on high ;
And waters veil the sky.
To cheer the plains below;
And grass in vallies grow.
сту; But man who tastes his finest wheat,
Should raise his honours high.
Of the declining year ;
And wintry days appear.
Descend and clothe the ground;
In icy fetters bound.
He pours the rattling hail,
7 He fends his fun to melt the snow,
The fields no longer mourn ;
And bids the Spring return.
Obey his lov'reign word ;
Palm CXLVII. ist Part. L. Metre. [X]
The Beauties of Nature.
The grateful voice, the tuneful lyre ;
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,
And fairer blooms the flowery scene. 4 His bounteous hand, great spring of good,
Provides the brute creation food;
All nature lives beneath his eye.
Most lovely in its Maker's fight?
6 But to the Lord is ever dear,
The heart where he implants his fear;
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.
To earth, the sov'reign mandate flies ;
And bows, obedient to her Lord.
O'er earth a fleecy mantle throw ;
Extends its universal chains.
The livering powers of nature fail ;
Uwhelter'd by his guardian hand 5 He spcaks, the snow and ice obey,
And nature's fetters melt' array ;
Psalm CXLVIII. ist Part. C. M. [N
Who fill the realms above ;
And feeds you with his love.
Before a brighter God.
Whole beams create our days; Toin with the filver queen of night,
To own your borrow'd rays.
To your inferior names ;
By his exhaustlefs flames.
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.
Plalm CXLVIII. 2d Part. C. M. [X
HOUT to the Lord, ye surging seas,
In your eternal roar;
And fhore reply to shore,
2 While fishes, sporting on the flood,
In scaly filver Chine;
Amidst the foaming brine.
To softer notes than these ;
Or whispering through the trees.
To him who makes you grow ;
On every thankful bough.
And climb the morning sky;
In hoarser harmony.
Ye mortals take the sound ;
plalm CXLVIII. ist Part. L. M. [*]