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He bows his gracious head to view
What the bright hosts of heav'n pursue,
Yet turns his eye to earthly things:
His fov'reign hand exalts the poor,
He takes the needy from the door,
And fets them in the courts of kings.

Ye people all, who ferve the Lord,
O praise your God with one accord!
For ever bleffed be his name!
Where'er the circling fun displays
His rifing beams, or setting rays,

His noble acts aloud proclaim!

WHEN Ifr'el, freed from Pharoah's hand,

Left the proud tyrant's hated land,

The tribes with chearful homage came,
And God in Judah fix'd his name.

Across the deep their journey lay—
The deep divides to give them way;
Jordan beheld their march and fled,
Backward he fought his fountain head.

Let ev'ry mountain, ev'ry flood,
Retire and know the voice of God!
The king of Ifr'el draweth near-
Tremble, thou earth, adore, and fear!

He thunders, and all nature mourns;
The rocks to ftanding pools He turns ;
Flints fpring with fountains at his word,
And all Creation hails him Lord.

PSALM

Stroudwater.<

CXVI.

I Love the Lord-He heard my cries,

And pity'd ev'ry groan,

Hence, while I live, when troubles rise,
I'll haften to his Throne.

I'll praise the Lord-He bow'd his ear,

And chac'd my griefs away:

O let my heart no more despair,
Nor let me cease to pray!

"My God," I cry'd, “ thy fervant fave, "Thou ever good and juft!

"Thy pow'r can rescue from the grave,

My God hath fav'd my foul from death,
And dry'd my falling tears;

Hence I'll in praise employ my breath,
Through life's remaining years.

PSALM CXVI.

Dr. Croft's.

WHAT fhall I render to the Lord

For all his kindness fhewn ?

My feet shall visit his abode,
My fong addrefs his throne.

Here to the Lord to pay my vows
Shall be my chief delight,

Here in his courts I'll make my pray'r,

In all his people's fight.

But what return fhalt Thou, my heart,
For all his goodness make?—
The facred cup of faving health

I thankfully will take.

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

Glory on earth be giv'n!

Thou waft, Thou art, Thou shalt alone
Be Lord of earth and heav'n.

PSALM

Ilington.

CXVII.

FROM

all, that dwell below the skies,

Let the Creator's praise arise !
Let the Redeemer's name be fung
Through ev'ry land, by ev'ry tongue!

Eternal are thy mercies, Lord,

Eternal truth confirms thy word:

Thy praise fhall found from fhore to shore

Till funs fhall rife and fet no more.

Hallelujah.