8 Let the whole earth his power confess; Let the whole earth adore his grace: o The Gentile with the Jew shall join In work and worship so divine.] 1 Brentford L. M. 2nd Part. Green's. [*] V. 8-18. God merciful in Chastisement. THE HE Lord, how wondrous are his ways! How firm his truth! how large his grace! He takes his mercy for his throne, And thence he makes his glories known. 2 Not half so high his power hath spread The starry heavens above our head, As his rich love exceeds our praise; Exceeds the highest hopes we raise 3 Not half so far has nature plac'd The rising morning from the west, As his forgiving grace removes The daily guilt of those he loves. e 4 How slowly doth his wrath arise! o On swifter wings salvation flies: e And, if he lets his anger burn, o Kow soon his frowns to pity turn! -5 Amidst his wrath compassion shines His strokes are lighter than our sins; And while his rod corrects his saints, His ear indulges their complaints. 6 [So fathers their young sons chastise, With gentle hands and melting eyes; The children weep beneath the smart, And move the pity of their heart. PAUSE. 7 The mighty God, the wise and just, From age to age his truth shall reign ¿ 1 Let all within me join, And aid my tongue to bless his name, • 2 O bless the Lord, my soul; b 3 'Tis he forgives thy sins; He crowns thy life with love, o The Lord hath judgment for the proud, And justice for th' oppress'd. -6 His wondrous works and ways He made by Moses known; o But sent the world his truth and grace, By his beloved Son. S. M. 2nd Part. Watchman. [*] V. 8-18. Mercy in the midst of Judgment. 1 MY soul, repeat His praise, Whose inercies are so great; Whose anger is so slow to rise, € 2 God will not always chide; • 3 His strokes are fewer than our crimes, High as the heavens are rais'd So far the riches of his grace His power subdues our sins; Far as the East is from the West, e 5 The pity of the Lord, To those that fear his name, Is such as tender parents feel; He knows our feeble frame. 6 He knows we are but dust, Scatter'd with ev'ry breath: e His anger, like a rising wind, Can send us swift to death. p 7 Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flower; If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, 0 8 But thy compassions, Lord, • And children's children ever find S. M. 3rd Part. St. Thomas's. [*] V. 19-22. God's Dominion: or, Angelic Praise. THE Lord, the sovereign King, 1 Hath fix'd his throne on high; O'er all the heavenly world he rules, 2 Ye angels, great in might, 3 Let the bright hosts, who wait And guard his churches when they pray, 4 While all his wondrous works, PSALM 104, L. M. Blendon. [*] MY soul, the great Creator praise: When cloth'd in his celestial rays, He in full majesty appears, And, like a robe his glory wears. [Note. This Psalm may be sung to a different metre by adding the following two lines to every stanza, viz. Great is the Lord; what tongue can frame 2 [The heavens are for his curtains spread ; 3 Angels, whom his own breath inspires, 5 [When earth was cover'd with the flood, 6 The swelling billows know their bound, From pleasant trees, which shade the brink, 9 God from his cloudy cistern pours 10 He makes the grassy food arise, 11 What noble fruit the vines produce! Our hearts are cheer'd with gen'rous wine; 12 O bless his name, ye people, fed PAUSE THE SECOND. 13 Behold the stately cedar stands, 17 Then man to daily labour goes; 18 How strange thy works! how great thy skill And ev'ry land thy riches fill: Thy wisdom round the world we see; 19 Nor less thy glories in the deep, |