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PSALM 65. Third Part. P.M.
The province of God in the seasons. (cont.)
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The rains return, the ice distils,
And plains and hills forget to mourn.
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The lofty mountains stand,
Establish'd by thine arm:
Thy voice the ocean stills,
The tumult, and the storm.
Thro' earth and skies, with terror spread,
Thy tokens dread, all lands surprise.
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The morn with glory crown'd,
Thy hand arrays in smiles;
Thou bid'st the eve decline,
Rejoicing o'er the hills.
Soft suns ascend; the mild wind blows;
And beauty glows to earth's far end.
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Thou mak'st the pasture green;
Thou call'st the flocks abroad;
The springing corn proclaims
The footsteps of our God.
Both bird and beast partake thy care,
And happy share the gen'ral feast.
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Thy show'rs make soft the fields;
On ev'ry side, behold!
The rip'ning harvests wave
Their loads of richest gold.
The lab'rers sing with cheerful voice,
And, blest, rejoice in God their King.
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The thunder is his voice;
His arrows blazing fires;
He glows in yonder sun,
And smiles in starry choirs.
The balmy breeze his breath perfumes;
His beauty blooms, in flow'rs and trees.
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With life he clothes the spring;
The earth with summer warms;
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PSALM 65. Third Part. P.M.
The province of God in the seasons. (cont.)
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He spreads th' autumnal feast,
And rides in wintry storms.
His gifts divine thro' all appear,
And round the year his glories shine.
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PSALM 66. First Part. C.M.
Our graces tried by afflictions.
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SING, all ye nations to the Lord,
Sing with a joyful noise;
With melody of sound record
His honours, and your joys.
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Say to the Pow'r that shakes the sky,
"How terrible art thou!
"Sinners before thy presence fly,
"Or at thy feet they bow."
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He rules by his resistless might;
Will rebel mortals dare
Provoke th' Eternal to the fight,
And tempt that dreadful war?
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O bless our God, and never cease;
Ye saints fulfil his praise;
He keeps our life, maintains our peace;
And guides our doubtful ways.
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Lord, thou hast prov'd our suff'ring souls,
To make our graces shine:
So silver bears the burning coals,
The metal to refine.
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Thro' wat'ry deeps, and fiery ways,
We march at thy command;
Led, to possess the promis'd place,
By thine unerring hand.
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PSALM 66. Second Part. C.M.
Praise to God for hearing prayer.
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NOW shall my solemn vows be paid
To that Almighty Pow'r,
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