Second Part. S. M.

Mercy in the midst of judgment.

Y soul, repeat his praise,

Whose mercies are so great;

anger is so slow to rise,

ready to abate.

1 will not always chide:
1 when his strokes are felt,
kes are fewer than our crimes,
1 lighter than our guilt.

h as the heav'ns are rais'd
ove the ground we tread;
e riches of his grace
highest thoughts exceed.
pow'r subdues our sins:
his forgiving love,
e east is from the west,
all our guilt remove.
pity of the Lord,
hose that fear his name,
s tender parents feel :
nows our feeble frame.
nows we are but dust,
er'd with ev'ry breath;
like a rising wind,
send us swift to death.

lays are as the grass,
ke the morning flow'r :
p blast sweep o'er the field,
hers in an hour.

hy compassions, Lord,

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.

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,

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 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:

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.

2 The heav'ns 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.
3 Angels, whom his own breath inspires,
His ministers, are flaming fires;
And swift, as thought, their armies moye
To bear his vengeance, or his love.

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orld's foundations by his hand is'd, and shall for ever stand: ds the ocean in his chain,

should drown the earth again. earth was cover'd with the flood, high above the mountains stood, nder'd; and the ocean fled, d to its appointed bed.

elling billows know their bounds, their channels walk their rounds; nce convey'd by secret veins, pring from hills, and drench the plains. the chrystal fountains flow, eer the vallies as they go; eifers there their thirst allay, the stream wild asses bray. easant trees which shade the brink, and linnet light to drink; ngs the lark and linnet raise, de our silence in his praise.

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from his cloudy cistern, pours the parch'd earth enriching show'rs; e, the garden, and the field, nd joyful blessings yield.

s the grassy food arise,

s the cattle large supplies;
bs for man, of various pow'r,
sh nature, or to cure.

ole fruit the vines produce!
yields a shining juice :
s are cheer'd with gen'rous wine;
ard joy our faces shine.

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ships divide their wat'ry way,
ocks of scaly monsters play ;
lwells the huge Leviathan,
ams and sports in spite of man.
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LM 104. Fourth Part.

Tare thy works, Almighty Lord! 1 nature rests upon thy word: whole race of creatures stands, their portion from thy hands. ach receives his diff'rent food, erful looks pronounce it good: nd bears, and whales and worms and praise in diff'rent forms. n thy face is hid they mourn, ng, to their dust return; n and beast their souls resign : ath, and spirit, all are thine. can'st breathe on dust again, he world with beasts and men : of thy creating breath he wastes of time and death.

s, the wonders of thy might, ur'd with thine own delight : al are thy glorious ways! u art dreadful in thy praise. stands trembling at thy stroke, y touch the mountains smoke; le souls may see thy face, heir wants to sov'reign grace. - hopes and wishes meet, my meditations sweet : es shall my breath employ, bire in endless joy.