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3 The flowery spring at thy command
Embalms the air, and paints the land;
The summer rays with vigour shine
To raise the corn, and cheer the vine.
4 Thy hand in autumn richly pours
Through all our coasts redundant stores;
And winters, softened by thy care,
No more a face of horror wear.

5 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days
Demand successive songs of praise;
Still be the cheerful homage paid
With opening light, and evening shade.
6 Here in thy house shall incense rise,
As circling sabbaths bless our eyes;
Still will we make thy mercies known,
Around thy board, and round our own.
70 may our more harmonious tongues
In worlds unknown pursue the songs;
And in those brighter courts adore,
Where days and years revolve no more!

XLIV. Rebels against the supreme Sovereign admonished. Psalm lxvi. 7.

HE Lord of glory reigns supremely great,

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And o'er heaven's arches builds his royal seat, Through worlds unknown his sovereign sway extends, Nor space nor time his boundless empire ends,

His eye beholds th' affairs of every nation,

And reads each thought through his immense creation.

2 Lightnings and storms his mighty word obey,
And planets roll, where he has marked their way;
Unnumber'd cherubs veil'd before him stand,
At his first signal all their wings expand;
His praise gives harmony to all their voices,
And every heart through the full choir * rejoices.
3 Rebellious mortals, cease your tumults vain,
Nor longer such unequal war maintain :
Let clay with fellow clay in combat strive,
But dread to brave the power, by which you live :
With contrite hearts fall prostrate and adore him,
For, if he frowns, ye perish all before him.

XLV. God the Happiness of his People, and their Support in the extremest Distress. Psalm lxxiii. 25, 26.

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1 MY Y God, whose all-pervading + eye

Views earth beneath, and heaven above,

*Company of singers. † All seeing.

5 Here to my willing soul
Bend thy triumphant way;
Here every foe controul,
And all thy power display:
My heart, thy throne,
Blest Jesus, see,
Bows low to thee,

To thee alone.

XLII. Quietness under Affliction, a proper Acknowledgment of God.
Psalm xlvi. 10.

1 PEACE, 'tis the Lord Jehovah's hand,
That blasts our joys in death;
Changes the visage once so dear,
And gathers back our breath.

2 'Tis he, the potentate supreme
Of all the worlds above,

Whose steady counsels wisely rule,
Nor from their purpose move.

3 'Tis he, whose justice might demand
Our souls a sacrifice;

Yet scatters with unwearied hand
A thousand rich supplies.

4 Our covenant-God and Father he
In Christ our bleeding Lord;
Whose grace can heal the bursting heart
With one reviving word.

5 Fair garlands of immortal bliss

He weaves for every brow;

And shall tumultuous passions rise,
If he correct us now?

6 Silent I own Jehovah's name;

I kiss thy scourging hand;

And yield my comforts, and my life

To thy supreme command.

XLIII. The Year crowned with the divine Goodness. Psalm lxv. 11.

FOR NEW-YEAR'S DAY.

1 ETERNAL source of every joy!

Well may thy praise our lips employ,
While in thy temple we appear,

Whose goodness crowns the circling year.

2 While as the wheels of nature roll,
Thy hand supports the steady pole;
The sun is taught by thee to rise,
And darkness, when to veil the skies.

Witness, if here, or there thou seest
An object of mine equal love.

2 Not the gay scenes, where mortal men
Pursue their bliss, and find their woe,
Detain my rising heart, which springs
The nobler joys of heaven to view.
3 Not all the fairest sons of light,
That lead the army round thy throne,
Can bound its flight; it presseth on,
And seeks its rest in God alone.

4 Fix'd near th' immortal source of bliss,
Dauntless and joyous it surveys
Each form of horror and distress,
That earth, combin'd with hell, can raise.

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5 This feeble flesh shall faint and die
This heart renew its pulse no more;
Even now it views the moment nigh,
When life's last movements all are o'er.

6 But come, thou vanquish'd king of dread,
With thy own hand thy power destroy;
'Tis thine to bear my soul to God,
My portion, and eternal joy.

XLVI. The Rage of Enemies restrained, and over-ruled to the divine
Glory. Psalm lxxvi. 10.

THANKSGIVING FOR THE SUPPRESSION OF THE REBELLION,

1746.

CCEPT, great God, thy Britain's songs,
While grateful joy unites our tongues

To own the work, thy hand hath done:
Thy hand hath crush'd our cruel foes,
When in rebellious troops they rose,

And swore to tread our glory down.
2 With hell confederate on their side,
People and prince their rage defy'd,
And in proud hope devour'd us all ·
Thy hand its banner hath display'd,
Beckon'd its hero to our aid,

And in one day their legions fall.
3 Thus shalt thou still maintain thy throne,
And prove, that thou art God alone.

Though earth and hell new efforts try,

'Midst all the tumult they can raise,
Envenom'd wrath exalts thy praise,

Till hush'd at thy rebuke it die.

4 So swell the surges * of the sea,
And roar in their impetuous way,

As they would deluge earth again :
So strike they on th' unshaken rock,
Dash'd by the fierceness of their shock,
And foam to feel their fury vain.

XLVII. God furnishing a Table in the Wilderness. Psalm lxxviii. 19, 20.

1 PARENT of universal good,
We own thy bounteous hand,
Which does so rich a table spread
Even in this desart land.

2 Struck by thy power, the flinty rocks
In gushing torrents flow;
The feather'd wanderers of the air
Thy guiding instinct know.

3 The pregnant clouds, at thy command,
Rain down delicious bread;

And by light drops of pearly dew
Are numerous armies fed.

4 Supported thus, thine Israel march'd
The promis'd land to gain :

And shall thy children now begin
To seek their God in vain ?

5 Are all thy stores exhausted now?
Or does thy mercy fail?

That faith should languish in our breasts,
And anxious cares prevail?

6 Ye base unworthy fears, be gone,
And wide disperse in air;
Then may I feel my father's rod,
When I suspect his care!

XLVIII. God speaking Peace to his People. Psalm 1xxxv. 8. 1 UNITE, my roving thoughts, unite

In silence soft and sweet:

And thou, my soul, sit gently down
At thy great Sovereign's feet.

2 Jehovah's awful voice is heard,
Yet gladly I attend ;

For lo! the everlasting God
Proclaims himself my friend.

3 Harmonious accents to my soul

The sounds of peace convey;

* Great waves.