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31. God's Glory shall for ever last,

With his own soy his works are grac'd : 32. The Earth ftands trembling at thy Stroke,

And at thy Touch the Mountains smoke. 33. Thy Praises shall my Breath employ,

Till it expire in endless Joy. 34. My Meditations will prove sweet,

If they thy kind Acceptance meet. 35. Then shall consuming Sinners fade

To Duft, from whence they firft were made,
But I shall to my Lord and King
Eternal Hallelujahs fing.

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AD not the Lord (may Ifrael fay)

Been 2. Had he not then espous'd our Cause,

When Men against us rose;
3,4,5. Their Wrath had swallow'd us alive,

And rag'd without Controul ;
Their Spire and Pride's united Floods

Had quite o'erwhelm'd our Soul. 6. But prais'd be our eternal Lord,

Who refcu'd us that Day,
Nor to their favage Jaws gave up

Our threaten'd Lives a Prey. 7. Our Soul is like a Bird escap'd

From out the Fowler's Net.
The Snare is broke, their Hopes are croft,

And we at Freedom fet.
8. Secure is his Almighty Name,

Our Confidence remains,
Who as he made both Heav'n and Earth,
Of both fole Monarch reigns.





1. LORD, thou my Ways haft searcht and known,

My Rising up, my sitting down, 3. To Thee are my Conceptions brought,

E'er they are form'd into a Thought. 4. My idle Words thou dost condemn

Before my Lips have fashion’d them: 5. On ev'ry Part thy Hand's imposid ;.,

Behind, before, has me inclos'd. 6. Sach Knowledge is for me too high' ; 7. From thee, O whither shall I fly? 8. If up to Heav'n, Thou there doft dwell

And if my Bed I lay in Hell,

I should not 'scape thy piercing Eye. 9. If on the Morning's Wings I fly,

Or th’Ocean's untrac'd Paths shou'd tread, 10. With thy right Hand I fou'd be led. 11. If I my Head in Night involve,

Thy Light the Darkness wou'd diffolve ; 12. Ev'n Day and Night are but one Name,

For both to Thee appear the fame. 13. Nor Reins, nor Heart cou'd Thee escape,

Thou in the Womb my Form didst shape; 14. So marvellously I was made,

Ev'n of my self I stand afraid.
For this, my Soul, which knows fo well

Thy wondrous Works, thy Praise shall tell. 15. My Substance was by Thee survey'd,

When it was first in secret made.

16. Thy Hand did free, with curious Art,

From Imperfection every Part;
And ev'ry Member, which had yet
No Being, in thy Book was writ.



At last, to shew whose Hand it was,

GOD ftampt HIS Image on the Mass, 17. O how thy Thoughts my Soul delight!

The Sum of them is infinite.

When I to number them wou'd try,

I find they all Accompts outvy ; 18. I sooner might the Sands explore,

That lie upon the Ocean's Shore :

Yet they my early Thoughts employ. 19. Lord, thou the Wicked wilt deftroy; 20. Such as blafpheme, and thirst for Blood,

And those whose Counsels thine withstood.

21. I hated to the laft Degree
22. All those, O God, who hated Thee.
23. Search all my Thoughts, and if they stray
24. From Thee, be thou their Guide and Way.



By the same.

"O Lord, my God, my Songs to Thee

Shall, like thy self, immortal be! 2. For ever I'll thy Praise express,

And ev'ry Day thy Name will bless. 3. Great is the Lord,'his Praise no Bounds

Confine, no Line his Greatness founds. 4. That Generation which succeeds,

Shall learn from this thy mighty Deeds. 5. The Honour of thy Majesty 6. I'll fing, how wonderful! how high ! 7. The Measures of thy Grace who know ? 8. Thy Mercy's swift, thy Anger Now.

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9. O'er all, God's guardian Mercy ftands,

His Bounty falls from equal Hands : 10. His wondrous Pow'r his works proclaim,

For wbich the Saints fhall bless his Name.



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11. GOD's Majesty, his Pow'r, the State. 12. Of his Dominion, Saints relate

So large, fo lafting, so renown'd, 13. As neither Place nor Time shall bound.

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14. Thy Hand supports the drooping Head;.

Haś rais'd the Low, the Hungry fed. 15. The whole Creation, Men and Beasts, 16. Attending Thee, thy Bounty feasts, 17. Justice and Truth thy Ways fecure,

And, like thy self, thy Works are pure. 18. To them that pray, the Lord is near ;

To all who pray, and are fincere. 19. Their Suits, he grants, their Wants supplies,

And saves them when he hears their Cries. 20. All this the righteous Man enjoys,

But the Ungodly, God destroys. 21. My Lips his Praises shall proclaim,

And all who live shall bless his Name.


Parapbras'd by an unknown Hand.

O God, in one united Sound,

Inspir’d, let ev'ry. Being rise,
Beyond Creation's utmoft Bound,

Above the Concave of the Skies.


Begin, ye sacred Thrones above,

Ye Seraphs Atrike your golden Lyres ; Ye Sons of Harmony and Love

Bless and exalt him in your Choirs. Far as thou dare't a quickning Ray,

Divulge, O Sun, his endless Fame ;
He fill'd thy flaming Orb with Day,

His Afts in Gratitude proclaim..
Thou Moon, howe'er unfix'd thy Course,

To him thy constant Tribute bring :
He to thy Glories gave the Source ;

To him with pious Duty fing. Ye gay Attendants of the Night,

From Sphere to Sphere the Accents roll, Ye Planetary Globes of Light,

Resound his Deeds from Pole to Pole, Ye splendid Heavens, ye Vaults on high,

With Rapture fieze the darling Theme; Ye Floods that glide above the Sky,

Bear down his Praise in ev'ry Stream. Let the bright Realms of lasting Bliss,

Extol him through the vast Expanse: By him from Chaos' dark Abyss, The various Elements advance.

He spoke, Confufion heard the Word,

In her capacious Gulphs obfcure ; Strait sprang up Worlds in sweet Accord,

Fix'd, and commanded to endure.


Let Clouds in Rain their Part disclose,

Let Winds with all their Blasts adore Ye Meteors blaze, drop down ye Snows,

Ye Lightnings play, and Thunders roar. Next, let the Choiristers of Air,..

The propagated Hymn affume;
His Hands protect 'em with his Care,

To him they owe the various Plume.

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