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PSALM 104. Second Part. L.M.
Providence. (cont.)

4	O! bless his name, ye nations, fed With nature's chief supporter, bread: While bread your vital strength imparts, Serve him with vigour in your hearts.

PSALM 104. Third Part. L.M.
Providence.

1	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.
2	To craggy hills ascends the goat; And at the airy mountain's foot, The feeble creatures make their cell: He gives them wisdom where to dwell.
3	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.
4	Fierce lions lead their young abroad, And roaring, ask their meat from God; But when the morning beams arise, The savage beast to covert flies.
5	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.
6	How strange thy works! how great thy skill! All lands thy boundless riches fill: Thy wisdom round the world we see; This spacious earth is full of thee.
7	Nor less thy glories in the deep, Where fish in millions swim and creep, With wondrous motions swift or slow, Still wand'ring in the paths below.

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PSALM 104. Third Part. L.M.
Providence. (cont.)

8	There ships divide their wat'ry way, And flocks of scaly monsters play; There dwells the huge Leviathan, And foams and sports in spite of man.

PSALM 104. Fourth Part. L.M.
Providence.

1	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.
2	While each receives his diff'rent food, His cheerful looks pronounce it good: Eagles and bears, and whales and worms Rejoice, and praise in diff 'rent forms.
3	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 are thine.
4	Yet thou can'st 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.
5	Thy works, the wonders of thy might, Are honour'd with thine own delight: How awful are thy glorious ways! Lord, thou art dreadful in thy praise.
6	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 sov'reign grace.
7	In thee my hopes and wishes meet, And make my meditations sweet: Thy praises shall my breath employ, 'Till it expire in endless joy.