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6 Discharge thy awful lightnings round,
And make thy scatter'd foes retreat ;
And their destruction soon complete.
Thy boundless power my foes to quell, And snatch me from the stormy rage
Of threatening waves, that proudly swell.
Who utter speeches false and vain ;
Their sworn engagements ne'er maintain.. 9 So I to thee, O King of kings,
In new-made hymns my voice shall raise, And instruments of many strings
Shall help thee thus to sing thy praise : 10 “ God does to kings bis aid afford,
“ To them his sure salvation sends;
“ His servant David still defends." 11 Fight thou against my foreign foes,
Who utter speeches false and vain
Their sworn engagements ne'er maintain.. 12 Then our young sons like trees shall grow,
Well planted in some fruitful place ;
Design'd some royal court to gráce. 13 Our garners, fillid with various store,
Shall us and ours with plenty feed;
Shall thousands and ten thousands breeches 14 Strong shall our lab'ring oxen grow,
Nor in their constant labour faint;
And in our sweets hear no complaint. 15 Thrice happy is that people's case,
Whose various blessings thus abound;
Thy endless praise proclaim ;
And ever bless thy Name.
3 Thou, Lord, beyond compare art greats
And highly to be prais'd;
Above our knowledge rais'd.
To future time extends ;
And wondrous works express,
And thy great pow'r confess.
They shall with joy proclaim ;
Shall be the constant theme.
His pity still supplies ;
His willing mercy flies.
To all thy works exprest;
Is by thy servants blest.
Shall of thy kingdoms speak;
Their lofty subject make.
Shall thus to all be known;
With public splendour shown.
Shall stand for ever fast;
And makes the prostrate rise ;
Who timely food supplies.
With open hand he gives;
Of ev'ry thin what lives,
17, 18 How holy is the Lord, how just,
How righteous all his ways!
For his assistance prays!
Who him with fear adore ;
When they his aid implore.
Whom grateful love employs ;
With furious rage destroys.
Shall still advance his fame ;
PSALM CXLVI. 1, 2 PRAISE the Lord, and thou my soul,
For ever bless his Name ;
My constant praise shall claim.
Let none for aid rely ;
Nor timely help apply.
And there neglected lie ;
Together with them die.
For his protector takes ;
His constant refuge makes. 6 The Lord, who made both heav'n and earth,
And all that they contain,
Nor make his promise vain.
Are eas'd by his decree ;
And sets the pris'ners free.
The weak and fall'n he rears ;
9 The strangers he preserves from harm,
The orphan kindly treats ;
Of wicked men defeats.
Is our eternal King:
And celebrate his fame!
To praise his holy Name.
Though levell’d with the ground;
Through all the nations round.
And all their wounds does close ;
Their sev'ral names he knows.
His wisdom has no bound;
The wicked to the ground,
With grateful voices sing ;
And strike each warbling string.
Refreshing rain bestows;
With wondrous plenty grows.
With timely food supplies ;
And stops their hungry cries. 10 He values not the warlike steed,
But does his strength disdain ;
No prize from him can gain.
His tender love extends ;
To him that on his boundless grace
With stedfast hope depends. 12, 13 Let Sion and Jerusalem
To God their praise address;
And does their children bless. 14, 15 Through all their borders he gives peace
With finest wheat they're fed ;
Is done as soon as said.
Descends at his command ;
Is scatter'd o'er the land.
In little morsels break, · Who can against his piercing cold
Secure defences make ?
He makes his wind to blow;
In plenteous currents flow.
To Jacob's sons were shown ;
His righteous laws are known. 20 No other nation this can boast;
Nor did he e'er afford
His praise your song employ
Your voices raise,
To sing his praise.
And sun, that guid'st the day,