Inno cents. The Lord to fight reftores the blind, The widow and the fatherless; He grants the prisoner sweet release. I'll praise my Maker with my breath, Praise fhall employ my nobler pow'rs; Praise thy God, my foul! aloud Addrefs the Lord on high! O'er the wide heav'ns he spreads his cloud, He pours his fhow'rs of bleffing down To cheer the plains below; He makes the grass the mountains crown, The corn in vallies grow. He fends to all his creatures meat, And hears the raven's cry: He guides the planets as they roll, PSALM CXLVIII. Darwall's. C YE boundless realms of joy, Exalt your maker's name! Ye Cherubim And Seraphim, To fing his praise! Thou moon, that rul'ft the night, Thou fun, that guid❜st the day, Ye glitt'ring stars of light, To him your homage pay! His praise declare, Ye heav'ns above, And clouds that move. Darwall's. Let all adore the Lord By whofe almighty word They all from nothing came! His firm decree Stands ever faft, And firm fhall last From changes free. O Praise ye the Lord!-prepare your glad voice! The people his praise assembled shall fing; In his great Creator let Ifr'el rejoice! Ye children of Sion, be glad in your King! O praise ye the Lord!-exalt his great name! And fwell to his glory the full-founding choir ! All things on Thee wait; Thou wilt them relieve: To each in due time Thou fendeft their food: They gather what bleffings thy wisdom fhall give, When Thou thy hand op'neft, they're filled with good. But when in thy wrath Thou hideft thy face, How trembleth the earth!-All nature muft mourn. When Thou their breath takeft, the whole human race From their duft created to duft must return. |