When o'er a guilty world, of old,
He summon'd the avenging main,
At his rebuke the billows roll'd

Back to their parent gulf again;

The mountains raised their joyful heads,
Like new creations, from their beds.

Thenceforth the self-revolving tide

Its daily fall and flow maintains;
Through winding vales fresh fountains glide,
Leap from the hills, or course the plains;
There thirsty cattle throng the brink,
And the wild asses bend to drink.

Fed by the currents, fruitful groves
Expand their leaves, their fragrance fling,
Where the cool breeze at noon-tide roves,
And birds among the branches sing;

Soft fall the showers when day declines, And sweet the peaceful rainbow shines. Grass through the meadows, rich with flowers, God's bounty spreads for herds and flocks: On Lebanon his cedar towers,

The wild goats bound upon his rocks;
Fowls in his forests build their nests,
-The stork amid the pine-tree rests.

To strengthen man, condemn'd to toil,
He fills with grain the golden ear;
Bids the ripe olive melt with oil,

And swells the grape, man's heart to cheer;
-The moon her tide of changing knows,
Her orb with lustre ebbs and flows.

The sun goes down, the stars come out;
He maketh darkness, and 'tis night;

Then roam the beasts of prey about,
The desert rings with chase and flight;
The lion, and the lion's brood,

Look up, and God provides them food.

Morn dawns far east; ere long the sun
Warms the glad nations with his beams;
Day, in their dens, the spoilers shun,
And night returns to them in dreams:
Man from his couch to labour goes,
Till evening brings again repose!

How manifold thy works, O Lord!

In wisdom, power, and goodness wrought;
The earth is with thy riches stored,
And ocean with thy wonders fraught:
Unfathom'd caves beneath the deep
For Thee their hidden treasures keep.
There go the ships, with sails unfurl'd,
By Thee directed on their way;
There, in his own mysterious world,
Leviathan delights to play;

And tribes that range immensity,
Unknown to man, are known to Thee.

By Thee alone the living live;

Hide but thy face, their comforts fly; They gather what thy seasons give; Take Thou away their breath, they die: Send forth thy Spirit from above,

And all is life again, and love.

Joy in his works Jehovah takes,

Yet to destruction they return:

He looks upon the earth, it quakes; Touches the mountains, and they burn: -Thou, God! for ever art the same; I AM is thine unchanging name.

PSALM CVII.-No. 1.

THANK and praise Jehovah's name,
For his mercies, firm and sure,
From eternity the same,
To eternity endure.

Let the ransom'd thus rejoice,
Gather'd out of every land;
As the people of his choice,
Pluck'd from the destroyer's hand.

In the wilderness astray,

Hither, thither, while they roam,
Hungry, fainting by the way,
Far from refuge, shelter, home:-

Then unto the Lord they cry,
He inclines a gracious ear,
Sends deliverance from on high,
Rescues them from all their fear.

To a pleasant land He brings,

Where the vine and olive grow, Where from flowery hills the springs Through luxuriant valleys flow.

Oh that men would praise the Lord,
For his goodness to their race;

For the wonders of his word,
And the riches of his grace!

PSALM CVII.-No. 2.

THEY that mourn in dungeon gloom,
Bound in iron and despair,

Sentenced to a heavier doom

Than the pangs they suffer there ;

Foes and rebels once to God,
They disdain'd his high control;
Now they feel his fiery rod

Striking terrors through their soul.

Wrung with agony, they fall

To the dust, and, gazing round,

Call for help ;-in vain they call,

Help, nor hope, nor friend are found.

Then unto the Lord they cry;
He inclines a gracious ear,
Sends deliverance from on high,
Rescues them from all their fear.

He restores their forfeit breath,

Breaks in twain the gates of brass, From the bands and grasp of death, Forth to liberty they pass.

Oh that men would praise the Lord,
For his goodness to their race;
For the wonders of his word,
And the riches of his grace!

PSALM CVII.-No. 3.

FOOLS, for their transgression, see
Sharp disease their youth consume,

And their beauty, like a tree,
Withering o'er an early tomb.

Food is loathsome to their taste,
And the eye revolts from light;
All their joys to ruin haste,
As the sunset into night.

Then unto the Lord they cry;
He inclines a gracious ear,

Sends deliverance from on high,
Rescues them from all their fear.

He with health renews their frame,
Lengthens out their number'd days;
Let them glorify his name

With the sacrifice of praise.

O that men would praise the Lord,
For his goodness to their race;
For the wonders of his word,
And the riches of his grace.

PSALM CVII.-No. 4.

THEY that toil upon the deep,
And, in vessels light and frail,
O'er the mighty waters sweep
With the billow and the gale,—

Mark what wonders God performs,
When He speaks, and unconfined,
Rush to battle all his storms

In the chariots of the wind.

Up to heaven their bark is whirl'd
On the mountain of the wave;

Down as suddenly 'tis hurl'd

To th' abysses of the grave.

To and fro they reel, they roll,
As intoxicate with wine;

Terrors paralyze their soul,

Helm they quit, and hope resign.

Then unto the Lord they cry;
He inclines a gracious ear,

Sends deliverance from on high,

Rescues them from all their fear.