The Psalms of David Part 43

1 The lord, the sovereign King, Hath fix'd his throne on high; O'er all the heavenly world he rules, And all beneath the sky.

2 Ye angels great in might, And swift to do his will, Bless ye the Lord, whose voice ye hear, Whose pleasure ye fulfil.

3 Let the bright hosts who wait The orders of their King, And guard his churches when they pray, Join in the praise they sing.

4 While all his wondrous works, Thro' his vast kingdoms shew Their Maker's glory, thou, my soul, Shalt sing his graces too.

Psalm 104.

The glory of G.o.d in creation and providence.

1 My soul, thy great Creator praise; When cloth'd in his celestial rays He in full Majesty appears, And, like a robe, his glory wears.

Note, This psalm may be sung to the tune of the old 112th or 127th Psalm, by adding the two following lines to every stanza, viz.

Great is the Lord; what tongue can frame An equal honour to his Name?

Otherwise it must be sung as the 100th psalm.

2 The heavens are for his curtains spread, Th' unfathom'd deep he makes his bed; Clouds are his chariot, when he flies On winged storms across the skies.

3 Angels, whom his own breath inspires, His ministers are flaming fires; And swift as thought their armies move To bear his vengeance, or his love.

4 The world's foundations by his hand Are pois'd, and shall for ever stand; He binds the ocean in his chain, Lest it should drown the earth again.

5 When earth was cover'd with the flood, Which high above the mountains stood, He thunder'd, and the ocean fled, Confin'd to its appointed bed.

6 The swelling billows know their bound, And in their channels walk their round; Yet thence convey'd by secret veins, They spring on hills, and drench the plains.

7 He bids the crystal fountains flow, And cheer the vallies as they go; Tame heifers there their thirst allay, And for the stream wild a.s.ses bray.

8 From pleasant trees which shade the brink The lark and linnet light to drink; Their songs the lark and linnet raise; And chide our silence in his praise.

PAUSE I.

9 G.o.d from his cloudy cistern, pours On the parch'd earth enriching showers; The grove, the garden, and the field A thousand joyful blessings yield.

10 He makes the gra.s.sy food arise, And gives the cattle large supplies; With herbs for man of various power, To nourish nature, or to cure.

11 What n.o.ble fruit the vines produce!

The olive yields a s.h.i.+ning juice; Our hearts are cheer'd with gen'rous wine, With inward joy our faces s.h.i.+ne.

12 O bless his Name ye Britons, fed With nature's chief supporter, bread; While bread your vital strength imparts, Serve him with vigour in your hearts.

PAUSE II.

13 Behold the stately cedar stands, Rais'd in the forest by his hands: Birds to the boughs for shelter fly And build their nests secure on high.

14 To craggy hills ascends the goat; And at the airy mountain's foot The feebler creatures make their cell; He gives them wisdom where to dwell.

15 He sets the sun his circling race, Appoints the moon to change her face; And when thick darkness veils the day, Calls out wild beasts to hunt their prey.

16 Fierce lions lead their young abroad, And roaring ask their meat from G.o.d; But when the morning beams arise, The savage beast to covert flies.

17 Then man to daily labour goes; The night was made for his repose: Sleep is thy gift; that sweet relief From tiresome toil and wasting grief.

18 How strange thy works! how great thy skill!

And every land thy riches fill: Thy wisdom round the world we see, This s.p.a.cious earth is full of thee.

19 Nor less thy glories in the deep, Where fish in millions swim and creep, With wondrous motions, swift or slow, Still wandering in the paths below.

20 There s.h.i.+ps divide their watery way, And flocks of scaly monsters play; There dwells the huge Leviathan, And foams and sports in spite of man.

PAUSE III.

21 Vast are thy works, almighty Lord, All nature rests upon thy word, And the whole race of creatures stands, Waiting their portion from thy hands.

22 While each receives his different food, Their cheerful looks p.r.o.nounce it good; Eagles and bears, and whales and worms, Rejoice and praise in different forms.

23 But when thy face is hid, they mourn, And dying to their dust return; Both man and beast their souls resign, Life, breath, and spirit, all is thine.

24 Yet thou canst breathe on dust again, And fill the world with beasts and men; A word of thy creating breath Repairs the wastes of time and death.

25 His works, the wonders of his might, Are honour'd with his own delight: How awful are his glorious ways!

The Lord is dreadful in his praise.

26 The earth stands trembling at thy stroke, And at thy touch the mountains smoke; Yet humble souls may see thy face, And tell their wants to sovereign grace.

27 In thee my hopes and wishes meet, And make my meditations sweet: Thy praises shall my breath employ, Till it expire in endless joy.

28 While haughty sinners die accurst, Their glory bury'd with their dust, I, to my G.o.d, my heavenly King, Immortal hallelujahs sing.

Psalm 105. Abridged.

G.o.d's conduct of Israel, and the plagues of Egypt.

1 Give thanks to G.o.d, invoke his Name, And tell the world his grace; Sound thro' the earth his deeds of fame, That all may seek his face.

2 His covenant, which he kept in mind For numerous ages past, To numerous ages yet behind, In equal force shall last.

3 He sware to Abraham and his seed, And made the blessing sure: Gentiles the ancient promise read, And find his truths endure.

4 "Thy seed shall make all nations blest,"

(Said the Almighty voice) "And Canaan's land shall be their rest, "The type of heavenly joys."

5 [How large the grant! how rich the grace!

To give them Canaan's land, When they were strangers in the place, A little feeble band!

6 Like pilgrims thro' the countries round Securely they remov'd; And haughty kings that on them frown'd, Severely he reprov'd.