A paraphrase upon the psalms of David :: :: University of Virginia Library

O praise The Lord, for He is Good,
And let the World His love adore,
For though His Power may aw them more,
His Love guards those, who are by that withstood,
His Mercies have been ever sure,
And to Eternity endure.

II

Praise Him, who o're all gods do's reign,
The God of Gods, of Kings the King,
To whom all Thrones this Homage bring,
What He first gave them, to resign again!
His Mercies have been ever sure,
And to Eternity endure.

III

All that We see His hand has done,
Who makes His Mighty Power appear,
With wonder strikes us, and with fear,
For His own sake He did it, and alone:
His Mercies have been ever sure,
And to Eternity endure.

IV

He made the Heav'ns, that glorious space,
Which has no bound, and knows no end,
Whose greatness man can comprehend
As little, as that God, who made the Place;
His Mercies have been ever sure,
And to Eternity endure.

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V

The Flood at first hid all the Land,
Till He rais'd it above the Flood,
Where it unmov'd e're since has stood,
He stretcht it out, by reaching out His hand,
His Mercies have been ever sure,
And to Eternity endure.

VI

The Lamps of Heav'n ow all their light
To Him, who caus'd them first to shine,
He on them look'd, they like a Mine,
From thence took fire, and ever since are bright;
His Mercies have been ever sure,
And to Eternity endure.

VII

He charg'd the Sun to rule the day,
Gave him His beams and influence,
Laws how he should his Flames dispence,
And when he rules, then do's he most obey;
His Mercies have been ever sure,
And to Eternity endure.

VIII

The Moon and stars at night attend,
And on the guard in turns all wait;
Some go of sooner, some more late,
And to relieve them God do's others send;
His Mercies have been ever sure,
And to Eternity endure.

IX

Praise Him, who for their Fathers sin,
Smote Cham's first born, did none pass o're,
Sent death to look on every dore,
Who frighted at no blood without, went in.

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His Mercies have been ever sure,
And to Eternity endure.

X

Who with strong hand, and out-stretch'd Arm,
Deliver'd Israel from the Yoke;
Who all the Egyptian fetters broke,
And made His Israels March, be their Al-arm.
His Mercies have been ever sure,
And to Eternity endure.

XI

Who all times did His Promise keep,
The Red-Sea for them did divide,
And what the Waves before did hide,
Made them His Wayes see truly in the Deep.
His Mercies have been ever sure,
And to Eternity endure.

XII

The liquid Deep in Walls did stand,
Of purest Chrystal, through whose glass
The Floods behind saw Israel pass,
And there, as in themselves, admir'd His hand.
His Mercies have been ever sure,
And to Eternity endure.

XIII

But when the army was gon o're,
God took His rein from of the Wave,
And Jacobs way was Egypts grave,
Was Sea again, and wash'd its ancient shore.
His Mercies have been ever sure,
And to Eternity endure.

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XIV

God did Himself direct their Way,
A fiery Pillar was their Moon;
Night follow'd close, when they were gon,
And from their Foes hid where their journies lay.
His Mercies have been ever sure,
And to Eternity endure.

XV

He potent Kings did overthrow,
Their Forces scattred, scorn'd their rage,
Himself did for His Flock engage,
And made them conquer, when He bid them go.
His Mercies have been ever sure,
And to Eternity endure,

XVI

Sehon, who did their Way deny,
Found all His Troops to be but vain;
When God their Battles did maintain,
Instead of stopping them, himself did fly.
His Mercies have been ever sure,
And to Eternity endure.

XVII

Ogg heard his fall, but would come out,
Thinking a double Victory,
Would raise his glory to the sky;
But God, who Sehon slew, against him fought.
His Mercies have been ever sure,
And to Eternity endure.

XVIII

God to the Conquest wav'd His hand,
Descending in the Sacred Flame,
Weak Israel by His Power, o'recame,
And they, who ask'd but passage, shar'd the Land.

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His Mercies have been ever sure,
And to Eternity endure.

XIX

Praise Him, who in Our low estate
Did many Victories for us gain,
Unseen Our weakness did sustain,
Redeem'd us, when we thought is was too late!
His Mercies have been ever sure,
And to Eternity endure.

XX

Who for all Creatures do's provide,
Of His Own fulness gives them food,
Feeds both the Wicked, and the Good,
Who from His Treasures alwayes are supply'd!
His Mercies have been ever sure,
And to Eternity endure.

XXI

Who to frail Man the Earth has given,
And made Him King, and God below,
Where all things to His Scepter bow,
But is Himself Mans King, and God of Heav'n!
His Mercies have been ever sure,
And to Eternity endure.