3 The foften'd ridges of the field
Permit the corn to fpring;
The vallies rich provifion yield,
The grateful labourers fing.
4 The little hills on every fide
Rejoice at falling fhowers;
The meadows drefs'd, in all their pride,
Perfume the air with flowers.

5 The barren clods refresh'd with rain,
Promife a joyful crop ;

The fields with verdure fill'd, again
Revive the reaper's hope.

6 The various months thy goodness crowns, How bounteous are thy ways!

The bleating flocks fpread o'er the downs, And fhepherds fhout thy praife.

Pfalm LXV. Long Metre.

A New Verfion.

WATTS.

HY praife, O God, in Zion waits; All flefh fhall crowd thy facred gates, To offer facrifice and prayer,

And pay their willing homage there. 2 What though iniquity prevail,

3

And feeble flesh be

prone to fail

Yet, Lord, thy grace thou wilt display,
And purge each hateful ftain away.

Bleft is the man approv'd by thee,
And brought thy holy courts to fee!
Goodness, immenfe and unconfin'd,
Shall largely feaft his longing mind.
4 Great God, by thy Almighty hand
The everlating mountains fland;

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And every storm and every flood
Obey thy all commanding nod.

5 Thy lightnings, flashing through the skies,
Fill the wide earth with fad surprise;
But, cheer'd by thy enliv'ning voice,
Rifing and fetting funs rejoice.

6 From thy vaft inexhaufted ftores,
The earth is bleft with kindly showers;
And favage wilds and defarts drear
Confefs thee, Father of the year.

7

The flocks which graze the mountain's brow,
The corn which clothes the plains below,
To every heart new tranfports bring,
And hills and vales rejoice and fing.

Plaim LXVI. First Part.

JACOB KIMBALL.

Divine Power and Goodness.

C. M. [*]

OW to the Lord of heaven and earth,
Addrefs a cheerful fong;

NOW

3

Let gratitude inspire your mirth,
And joy the notes prolong.

Come fee the wonders of our God,
How glorious are his ways!
In Mofes hand he puts his rod,
The fea his voice obeys,

He made the ebbing channel dry,

Whilft Ifrael pafs'd the flood;

The tribes beheld, with wondering eye,

A guardian in their God.

O blefs the Lord, and never cease;
Ye faints fulfil his praise;

He keeps our life, maintains our peace,
And guides our doubtful ways.

5 Lord, thou haft prov'd our fuffering fouls,
To make our graces fhine;
So filver bears the burning coals,
The metal to refine.

6 Through wat❜ry deeps, and fiery ways,
We march at thy command;

Led to poffefs the promis'd place,
By thy unerring hand.

WATTS

Pfalm LXVI. Second Part. C. M. [*]

Praife to God for bearing Prayer.

fhall my folemn vows be paid To that Almighty Power;

Now

Who heard the long requests I made
In my diftrefsful hour.

2 My lips and cheerful heart prepare
To make his mercies known;

3

4

Come

ye who love my God, and hear
The wonders he hath done.

If fin lay cover'd in my heart,
When praife employ'd my tongue,
The Lord had fhewn me no regard,
Nor 1 his praifes fung.

But God, his name be ever bleft,

Has fet my fpirit free;

He ne'er rejected my request,

Nor turn'd his heart from me.

WATTS.

Pfalm LXVII. Short Metre. [*]

Univerfal Praife.

TO blefs thy chofen race,

то

In mercy, Lord, incline;

And caufe the brightnefs of thy face
On all thy church to fhine.

2 That fo thy gracious way

May thro' the world be known; Whilft diftant lands their homage pay, And thy falvation own.

3 Let all the nations join

To celebrate thy fame;

Let the whole world, O Lord, combine,
To praife thy glorious name.
4 O let them fhout and fing,

In humble, pious mirth;

For thou, the righteous Judge and King,

Shalt govern all the earth.

TATE.

faim LXVIII. F.Part. 6 Line L. M. [b]

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The Fuftice and Compaffion of God.

ET God arife in all his might,
And put his enemies to flight;

As fmoke that fought to cloud the fkies,
Before the rifing tempeft flies,

Or wax that melts before the fire,
So fhall his fainting foes expire.

2 Kingdoms and thrones to God belong,
Praife him, ye nations, in your fong;
He rides and thunders through the sky,
His name, Jehovah, founds on high;
Sing to his name, ye fons of grace,
Ye faints rejoice before his face.
The widow and the fatherless
Fly to his aid in fharp diftrefs;
In him the poor and helpless find
A Judge moft juft, a Father kind;
He breaks the captive's galling chain,
And prifoners fee the light again.

3

4 His wond'rous name and power rehearse,
His honours fhall enrich your verse;
Proclaim him King, pronounce him bleft,
He's your defence, your joy, your reft;
When terrors rife and nations faint,
God is the ftrength of every faint.

WATTE

Plaim LXVIII. ver. 17, 18. S.P. L. M. [*] Compared with Ephef. iv. 8, 9, 10.

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The Afcenfion of Chrift, and the Gift of his Spirit.
ORD, when thou didst ascend on high,
'Ten thousand angels fill'd the sky;
Those heavenly guards around thee wait,
Like chariots that attend thy ftate.
2 Not Sinai's mountain could appear
More glorious when the Lord was there;
When he proclaim'd his dreadful law,
And ftruck the chofen tribes with awe.
3 How bright the triumph none can tell,
When the rebellious powers of hell,
Which thousand fouls had captive made,
Were all in chains like captives led.
4 Rais'd by his Father to the throne,
He fent his promis'd Spirit down,
With gifts and grace for rebel men,
That God might dwell on earth again.

WATTS.

Plaim LXVIII. Third Part. L. M, [*] Praife for Divine Care and Goodness.

WE blefs the de arte with joy and food;

E blefs the Lord, the juft, the good,

Who pours his bleffings from the fkies,
And loads us with his rich fupplies.