XLIII. The Year crowned with the divine Goodness. Pfalm lxv. 1Ị.

For New-Year's Day.

ETERNAL Source of ev'ry Joy!

Well may thy Praife our Lips employ,
While in thy Temple we appear,
Whofe Goodness crowns the circling Year.

2 While as the Wheels of Nature roll,
Thy Hand fupports the fteady Pole:
The Sun is taught by Thee to rife,
And Darkness when to veil the Skies.
3 The flow'ry Spring at thy Command
Embalms the Air, and paints the Land;
'The Summer Rays with Vigour shine
To raise the Corn, and chear the Vine.
4 Thy Hand in Autumn richly pours
T'hro' all our Coafts redundant Stores ;
And Winters, foften'd by thy Care,
No more a Face of Horror wear.

5 Seafons, and Months, and Weeks, and Days, Demand fucceffive Songs of Praise;

Still be the chearful Homage paid

With op'ning Light, and Ev'ning Shade.

6 Here in thy House shall Incense rise,
As circling Sabbath's blefs our Eyes;
Still will we make thy Mercies known,
Around thy Board, and round our own.

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may our more harmonious l'ongues In Worlds unknown pursue the Songs; And in those brighter Courts adore, Where Days and Years revolve no more.

XLIV. Rebels against the fupreme Sovereign admonished. Pfalm lxvi. 7.

* THE LORD of Glory reigns fupremely great, And o'er Heav'n's Arches builds his royal Seat. Thro' Worlds unknown his Sov'reign Sway extends,

Nor Space nor Time his boundless Empire ends.
His Eye beholds th' Affairs of ev'ry Nation,
And reads each Thought thro' his immenfe
Creation.

2 Lightnings and Storms his mighty Word obey,.
And Planets roll, where he has mark'd their Way:
Unnumber'd Cherubs veil'd before him ftand,
At his first Signal all their Wings expand;
His Praife gives Harmony to all their Voices,
And ev'ry Heart thro' the full Choir * rejoices.
3 Rebellious Mortals, ceafe your Tumults vain,
Nor longer fuch unequal War maintain :
Let Clay with Fellow-Clay in Combat strive,
But dread to brave the Pow'r, by which you live:
With contrite Hearts fall proftrate and adore him,
For, if he frowns, ye perish all before him.

* Company of Singers..

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XLV. GOD the Happiness of his People, and their Support in the extremeft Diftrefs. Pfalm lxxiii. 25, 26.

MY GOD, whose all-pervading * Eye

Views Earth beneath, and Heav'n above,
Witnefs, if here, or there Thou feeft
An Object of mine equal Love.,

2 Not the gay Scenes, where mortal Men
Pursue their Bliss, and find their Woe,
Detain my rifing Heart, which springs
The nobler Joys of Heav'n to view.
3 Not all the fairest Sons of Light,
That lead the Army round thy Throne,
Can bound its Flight; it preffeth on,
And feeks its Reft in GoD alone.

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Fix'd near th' immortal Source of Blifs,
Dauntless and joyous it furveys

Each Form of Horror and Distress,

That Earth, combin'd with Hell, can raise.

5 This feeble Flesh shall faint and die;
This Heart renew its Pulfe no more;
Ev'n now it views the Moment nigh,
When Life's laft Movements all are o'er.

6 But come, thou vanquish'd King of Dread,.
With thy own Hand thy Pow'r destroy ;
"Tis thine to bear my Soul to GOD,

My Portion, and eternal Joy.

* All-seeing.

XLVI. The Rage of Enemies reftrained, and overruled to the divine Glory. Pfalm lxxvi. 10.

Thanksgiving for the Suppression of the Rebellion, 1746. 1 ACCEPT, Great GOD, thy Britain's Songs, While grateful Joy unites our Tongues

To own the Work, thy Hand hath done: Thy Hand hath crush'd our cruel Foes, When in rebellious Troops they rose,

And swore to tread our Glory down. 2 With Hell confed'rate on their Side, People and Prince their Rage defy'd,

And in proud Hope devour'd us all: Thy Hand its Banner hath difplay'd, Beckon'd its Hero, to our Aid,

And in one Day their Legions fall.

3 Thus fhalt Thou ftill maintain thy Throne,
And prove, that Thou art GoD alone.
Tho' Earth and Hell new Efforts try,
'Midft all the Tumult they can raise,
Envenom'd Wrath exalts thy Praise,
Till hush'd at thy Rebuke it die.
4 So fwell the Surges of the Sea,
And roar in their impetuous Way,

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As they would deluge Earth again :
So ftrike they on th' unshaken Rock,
Dafh'd by the Fierceness of their Shock,
And foam to feel their Fury vain.

* Great Waves.

XLVII. GOD furnishing a Table in the Wilderness.
Pfalm lxxviii. 19, 20.

1 PARENT of univerfal Good,
We own thy bounteous Hand,
Which does fo rich a Table spread
Ev'n in this defart Land.

2 Struck by thy Pow'r, the flinty Rocks
In gufhing Torrents flow;
The feather'd Wand'rers of the Air
Thy guiding Inftinct know.

3 The pregnant Clouds, at thy Command,
Rain down delicious Bread;

And by light Drops of pearly Dew
Are num'rous Armies fed.

4 Supported thus, thine Ifrael march'd
The promis'd Land to gain :
And fhall thy Children now begin
To feek their GOD in vain ?

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Are all thy Stores exhausted now?

Or does thy Mercy fail?

That Faith fhould languish in our Breasts,

And anxious Cares prevail?

6 Ye base unworthy Fears, be gone,
And wide disperse in Air;

Then may I feel my Father's Rod,
When I fufpect his Care.

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