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4 O! bless his name, ye nations, fed
With nature's chiet' supporter, bread : :
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,
He gives them wisdom where to dwell: 3 He sets the sun his circling race,
Appoints the moon to change her face ;
Calls out wild beasts to hunt their prey. 4 Fierce lions lead their young abroad,
And roaring, ask their meat from God;
The savage beast to covert flies. 5 Then man to daily labour goes ;
The night was made for his repose :
From tiresome toil, and wasting grief. 6 How strange thy works! how great thy skill!:
All lands thy boundless riches fill:
This spacious earth is full of thee.
wand'ring in the paths below.
8 There ships divide their wat’ry way,
And flocks of scaly monsters play ;
Rejoice, and praise in diff'rent forms.
And dying, to their dust return;
Life, breath, and spirit, all are thine.
And fill the world with beasts and men:
Are honour'd with thine own delight:
And tell their wants to sov’reign grace.
And make my meditations sweet :
8 While haughty sinners die accurst,
Their glory buried with their dust,
God's care of the Patriarchs.
And tell the world his grace;
That all may seek his face.
For num'rous ages past,
In equal force shall last.
And made the blessing sure:
And find his truth endure.
Said the Almighty voice;
“ The type of heav'nly joys."
To give them Canaan's land,
A little, feeble band.
Securely they remov'd;
Severely he reprov'd.
" Shall know their God is strong."
8 Then let the world forbear its rage,
Nor put the Church in fear :
The plagues of Egypt.
Arm'd with his dreadful rod.
Like an o'erwhelming flood;
A lake, a stream of blood.
Thro' the whole country spread ;'
About the monarch's bed.
The ten fold vengeance flew :
And hail their cattle slew.
The flow'r of Egypt died ;
Their glory and their pride.
Nor put the Church in fear :
PSALM 105. Third Part. C. M.
Israel led through the wilderness to Canaan,
Egyptian spoils supplied their need,
Nor was one feeble found. 2 The Lord himself chose out their
way, And mark'd their journies right; Gave them a leading cloud by day,
A fiery guide by night. 3 They thirst : and waters from the rock
In rich abundance flow;
Ran all the desert through. 4 O wondrous stream ! O blessed type
Of everflowing grace!
Thro' all the wilderness. 5 Thus guarded by th’ Almighty's hand,
The chosen tribes possest
And there enjoy'd their rest.
The Church renounce her fear :
Cominunion with saints. 1 T.
O God the great, the ever blest,
Let songs of honour be addrest :
Give him the thanks his love demands. 2 Who knows the wonders of thy ways
? Who shall fulfil thy boundless praise ? Blest are the souls that fear thee still,
And pay their duty to thy will. 3 Remember what thy mercy did
For Jacob's race, thy chosen seed ;