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PSALM 103. Second Part. S.M.
Mercy in the midst of judgment. (cont.)
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And children's children ever find
Thy words of promise sure.
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PSALM 103. Third Part. S.M.
Bless the Lord, his angels, and all his works.
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THE Lord the sov'reign King,
Hath fix'd his throne on high:
O'er all the heav'nly world he rules,
And all beneath the sky.
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Ye angels, great in might,
And swift to do his will;
Bless ye the Lord, whose voice ye hear,
Whose pleasure ye fulfil.
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Let the bright hosts who wait
The orders of their King,
And guard his churches when they pray,
Join in the praise they sing.
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While all his wondrous works
Thro' his vast kingdom show
Their Maker's glory; thou, my soul,
Shalt sing his praises too.
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PSALM 104. First Part. L.M.
The glory of God in creation and providence.
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MY soul, thy great Creator praise;
When cloth'd in his celestial rays,
He in fuil majesty appears,
And, like a robe, his glory wears,
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The heavens are for his curtains spread,
Th' unfathom'd deep he makes his bed:
Clouds are his chariots, when he flies
On winged storms across the skies.
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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.
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PSALM 104. First Part. L.M.
The glory of God in creation and providence. (cont.)
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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.
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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.
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The swelling billows know their bounds,
And in their channels walk their rounds;
Yet thence convey'd by secret veins,
They spring from hills, and drench the plains.
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He bids the chrystal fountains flow,
And cheer the vallies as they go;
Tame heifers there their thirst allay,
And for the stream wild asses bray.
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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.
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PSALM 104. Second Part. L.M.
Providence.
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GOD, from his cloudy cistern, pours
On the parch'd earth enriching show'rs;
The grove, the garden, and the field,
A thousand joyful blessings yield.
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He makes the grassy food arise,
And gives the cattle large supplies;
With herbs for man, of various pow'r,
To nourish nature, or to cure.
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What noble fruit the vines produce!
The olive yields a shining juice:
Our hearts are cheer'd with gen'rous wine;
With inward joy our faces shine.
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