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SECOND PART. 1 Ye rivers, as ye flow,
Convey your Maker's name,
Far spreading o'er the plain,
Alist the humble strain.
graze in meads below ; Refound your Maker's praise,
In each responsive low.
And bring your sweetest lays ;
To your Creator's praise.
Beneath his care.
Ye trees which form the fhade,
2 Ye lovely verdant fields,
In all your green array,
Who makes you bright and gay.
Profusely spread, His goodness views 3
Ye flowers, which bloom around
And sweet perfume; All bounteous Lord! 4 But, 0, from human tongues
Should nobler praises flow;
Above the rest Declare his praife.
Then shall I grateful join
The universal choir. Thy grace can raise My heart and tongue, And tune my long To lively praise.
I falli CXLVIII. Particular Metre. [X]
EGIN, my foul, th' exalted lay;
And praise th' Alinighty name ;
To fwell th' inspiring theme:
2. Ye angels, spread the joyful sound,
His wondrous mercy sing;
And touch the loudest strain.
3 Thou heaven of heavens, his vast abode, Ye clouds, proclaim your Maker, God,
Ye thunders, speak his power ; Lo ! on the lightning's rapid wings, In triumph rides the King of kings, Th' astonish'd worlds adore.
Ye deeps, with roaring billows rise,
And breathe it to the soul.
Harmonious anthems raise į
And tun'd your voice to praise.
In heavenly praise employ ;
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Plalm CXLIX. Particular Metre.
Prepare your glad voice,
Be glad in their King.
Devoutly adore ;
His children to bless. 3 With glory adorna,
His people shall fing
And reach to the fkies. 4 Ye angels above,
His glories who've fung,
Plalm CL. Long Metre.
[*] Praise. DRAISE ye the Lord, let praise employ,
In his own courts, your songs of joy ; The spacious firmament around Shall echo back the joyfui found. Recount his works in strains divine, His wond'rous works, how bright they shine! Praise him for all his mighty deeds, Whose greatness all your praise exceeds. Awake the trumpet's piercing sound, To spread your facred pleasure round; While softer music tunes the lute, The warbling harp, the breathing flute. Te virgin train, with joy advance, To praise him in the graceful dance ; Awake each voice, and strike each string, And to the solemn organ sing. Let the loud cymbal sound on high,
To softer, deeper notes reply;
And bear the rapture to the skies.
END OF THE PSALMS.