THE PSALMS.
15 Those idols, whose false worship spreads o'er all the heathen lands, Are made of silver and of gold,
the work of human hands.
16,17 They move not their fictitious tongues, Their counterfeited ears are deaf,
18 As senseless as themselves are they To make them, or in dang'rous times 19 Their just returns of thanks to God Nor let the priests of Aaron's race
20 Their sense of his unbounded love And let all those that fear the Lord
21 Let all with thanks his wondrous works Let them in Salem, where he dwells,
PSALM
To him due praise afford,
For God does prove
His boundless love
2,3 To him whose wondrous pow'r Whom earthly kings adore,
For God,& c.
4,5 By his Almighty hand The heav'ns by his command For God,& c.
6 He spread the ocean round And made the rising ground For God,& c.
7,8,9 Through heav'n he did display The sun to rule by day,
For God,& c.
10, 11, 12 He struck the firstborn dead And thence his people led
For God,& c.
13, 14 By him the raging sea, Disclos'd a middle way,
For God,& c.
15 Where soon he overthrew Who, daring to pursue,
For God,& c.
16,17,18 Through deserts vast and wild And famous princes foil'd,
For God,& c.
19, 20 Sihon, whose potent hand And Og, whose stern command For God,& c.
21, 22 And of his wondrous grace, He gave to Israel's race,
For God,& c.
23, 24 He, in our depth of woes, And from our cruel foes
For God,& c.
25, 26 He does the food supply
To God who reigns on high
For God will prove His boundless love
nor see with polish'd eyes;
no breath their mouth supplies. that all their skill apply on them for aid rely. let grateful Israel pay; to bless the Lord delay.
let Levi's house express; his Name for ever bless. in Sion's courts proclaim; exalt his holy Name.
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3 Meanwhile our foes, who all conspir'd Musick and mirth of us requir'd;
your joyful thanks repeat; as good as he is great. our constant friend; shall never end.
2 Our harps, that when with joy we sung, With silent strings neglected hung
all other gods obey,
this grateful homage pay.
amazing works are wrought; were to perfection brought.
about the spacious land; above the waters stand.
his num'rous hosts of light; the moon and stars by night.
of Egypt's stubborn land; with his resistless hand.
as if in pieces rent, through which his people went.
proud Pharaoh and his host, were in the billows lost.
he led the chosen seed;
and made great monarchs bleed.
great Ammon's sceptre sway'd; rich Bashan's land obey'd."
their lands, whom he destroy'd, to be by them enjoy'd.
on us with favour thought,
in peace and safety brought.
on which all creatures live: eternal praises give.
our constant friend; shall never end.
PSALM
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to
sat
proud
We wept, with doleful thoughts opprest, and Sion was our mournful theme.
were wont their tuneful parts to bear, on willow trees that wither'd there. to triumph in our slavish wrongs, Come, sing us one of Sion's songs." D
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