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31. God's Glory fhall for ever laft,
With his own Joy his Works are grac'd: 32. The Earth ftands trembling at thy Stroke, And at thy Touch the Mountains fmoke.
33. Thy Praifes fhall my Breath employ,.
35. Then fhall confuming Sinners fade
AD not the Lord (may Ifrael fay)
3,4,5. Their Wrath had fwallow'd us alive,
The Snare is broke, their Hopes are croft,
8. Secure is his Almighty Name,
Who as he made both Heav'n and Earth,
By Sir J. DENHAM.
ORD, thou my Ways haft fearcht and known,
4. My idle Words thou doft condemn
Before my Lips have fashion'd them: 5. On ev'ry Part thy Hand's impos'd; Behind, before, has me inclos'd.
6. Such Knowledge is for me too high;
1 fhould not 'scape thy piercing Eye. 9. If on the Morning's Wings I fly,
Or th' Ocean's untrac'd Paths fhou'd tread, 10. With thy right Hand I fhou'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 efcape,
For this, my Soul, which knows fo well Thy wondrous Works, thy Praise shall tell. 15. My Substance was by Thee furvey'd, When it was first in secret made.
16. Thy Hand did free, with curious Art,
At last, to fhew whofe Hand it was, GOD ftampt HIS Image on the Mafs, 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 fooner 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 thofe whofe Counfels thine withstood.
21. I hated to the last Degree
22. All thofe, O God, who hated Thee.
By the fame.
Shall, like thy felf, immortal be! 2. For ever I'll thy Praife express, And ev'ry Day thy Name will bless.
3. Great is the Lord, his Praise no Bounds
5. The Honour of thy Majefty
9. O'er all, God's guardian Mercy stands, His Bounty falls from equal Hands : 10. His wondrous Pow'r his Works proclaim, For which the Saints fhall blefs his Name.
11. GOD's Majefty, his Pow'r, the State 12. Of his Dominion, Saints relate
So large, fo lafting, fo renown'd, 13. As neither Place nor Time fhall bound.
14. Thy Hand fupports the drooping Head;
17. Juftice and Truth thy Ways fecure,
And, like thy felf, 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 fupplies,
Paraphras'd by an unknown Hand.
TO God, in one united Sound,
Above the Concave of the Skies.
Begin, ye facred Thrones above,
Blefs and exalt him in your Choirs.
Far as thou dart'st a quickning Ray,
His Acts in Gratitude proclaim.
Thou Moon, howe'er unfix'd thy Course,
Ye gay Attendants of the Night,
From Sphere to Sphere the Accents roll Ye Planetary Globes of Light,
Refound his Deeds from Pole to Pole
Ye fplendid 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 lafting Blifs, Extol him through the vaft Expanfe: By him from Chaos' dark Abyss,
The various Elements advance.
He spoke, Confufion heard the Word,
Let Clouds in Rain their Part disclose,
Let Winds with all their Blafts adore ; Ye Meteors blaze, drop down ye Snows, Ye Lightnings play, and Thunders roar.
Next, let the Choirifters of Air,
The propagated Hymn affume;