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A Translation of the CIV. Psalm to the Original Sense.
My
Soul exalt the Lord with Hymns of Praise:
O Lord my God, how boundless is thy might?
Whose Throne of State is cloth'd wth glorious raies
And round about hast roab'd thy self with light,
VVho like a Curtain hast the Heavens displaid,
And in the watry Roofs thy Chambers laid.
O Lord my God, how boundless is thy might?
Whose Throne of State is cloth'd wth glorious raies
And round about hast roab'd thy self with light,
VVho like a Curtain hast the Heavens displaid,
And in the watry Roofs thy Chambers laid.
VVhose Chariots are the thickned Clouds above,
VVho walk'st upon the winged winds below,
At whose Command the Airy Spirits move:
And fiery Meteors their obedience show.
VVho on his Base the earth didst firmly found,
And mad'st the Deep to circumvest it round.
VVho walk'st upon the winged winds below,
At whose Command the Airy Spirits move:
And fiery Meteors their obedience show.
VVho on his Base the earth didst firmly found,
And mad'st the Deep to circumvest it round.
The Waves that rise would drown the higest hill,
But at thy Check they flie, and when they hear
Thy thundring Voice, they post to do Thy will,
And bound their furies in their proper Sphere:
Where surging Flouds, and valing Ebs can tel,
That none beyond Thy Marks must sink or swell.
But at thy Check they flie, and when they hear
Thy thundring Voice, they post to do Thy will,
And bound their furies in their proper Sphere:
Where surging Flouds, and valing Ebs can tel,
That none beyond Thy Marks must sink or swell.
Who hath dispos'd but thou, the winding way
Where Springs down from the steepy Crags do beat,
At which both foster'd Beasts their thirsts allay,
And the wild Asses come to quench their heat;
Where Birds resort, and in their kind, thy Praise
Among the branches chant in warbling Laies:
Where Springs down from the steepy Crags do beat,
At which both foster'd Beasts their thirsts allay,
And the wild Asses come to quench their heat;
Where Birds resort, and in their kind, thy Praise
Among the branches chant in warbling Laies:
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The Mounts are watered from thy dwelling place,
The Barns & Meads are fill'd for Man & Beast,
VVine glads the heart, and Oyl adorns the face
And Bread the staff whereon our strength doth rest:
Nor shrubs alone feel thy suffizing hand,
But even the Cedars that so proudly stand.
The Barns & Meads are fill'd for Man & Beast,
VVine glads the heart, and Oyl adorns the face
And Bread the staff whereon our strength doth rest:
Nor shrubs alone feel thy suffizing hand,
But even the Cedars that so proudly stand.
So have the Fowls their sundry Seats to breed,
The ranging Stork in stately Beeches dwels,
The climing Goats on hils securely feed,
The mining Conies shroud in rockie Cels:
Nor can the heavenly Lights their course forget,
The Moon her turns, or Sun his times to set.
The ranging Stork in stately Beeches dwels,
The climing Goats on hils securely feed,
The mining Conies shroud in rockie Cels:
Nor can the heavenly Lights their course forget,
The Moon her turns, or Sun his times to set.
Thou mak'st the Night to over-vail the Day;
Then savage Beasts creep from the silent Wood,
Then Lions whelps lie roaring for their Prey,
And at thy powerful Hand demand their food.
Who when at Morn they All recouch again,
Then toiling Man till Eve pursues his pain.
Then savage Beasts creep from the silent Wood,
Then Lions whelps lie roaring for their Prey,
And at thy powerful Hand demand their food.
Who when at Morn they All recouch again,
Then toiling Man till Eve pursues his pain.
O Lord, when on thy various Works we look,
How richly furnish'd is the Earth we tread!
Where, in the fair Contents of Nature's Book
We may the wonders of thy wisdom read;
Nor Earth alone. But Lo, the Sea so wide,
VVhere great and small, a world of Creatures glide.
How richly furnish'd is the Earth we tread!
Where, in the fair Contents of Nature's Book
We may the wonders of thy wisdom read;
Nor Earth alone. But Lo, the Sea so wide,
VVhere great and small, a world of Creatures glide.
There go the Ships that furrow out their way,
Yea, there of VVhales enormous sights we see,
VVhich yet have Scope among the Rest to play,
And All do wait for their support on Thee;
Who hast assign'd each Thing his proper food,
And in due season dost dispence Thy Good.
Yea, there of VVhales enormous sights we see,
VVhich yet have Scope among the Rest to play,
And All do wait for their support on Thee;
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Who hast assign'd each Thing his proper food,
And in due season dost dispence Thy Good.
They gather when thy Gifts thou dost divide,
Their Stores abound, if thou thy hand enlarge;
Confus'd they are, when thou thy beams dost hide
In dust resolv'd, if thou their Breath discharge.
Again, when thou of Life renew'st the Seeds,
The withered Fields revest their chearful weeds.
Their Stores abound, if thou thy hand enlarge;
Confus'd they are, when thou thy beams dost hide
In dust resolv'd, if thou their Breath discharge.
Again, when thou of Life renew'st the Seeds,
The withered Fields revest their chearful weeds.
Be ever gloried here thy Soveraign Name,
That thou maist smile on All which thou hast made,
VVhose frown alone can shake this earthly frame,
And at whose touch the Hils in smoak shal vade.
For Me, may (while I breathe) both Harp and Voice
In sweet Inditement of thy Hymns rejoyce.
That thou maist smile on All which thou hast made,
VVhose frown alone can shake this earthly frame,
And at whose touch the Hils in smoak shal vade.
For Me, may (while I breathe) both Harp and Voice
In sweet Inditement of thy Hymns rejoyce.
Let Sinners fail, let all profanness cease,
His Praise, (my Soul) His Praise shall be thy Peace.
His Praise, (my Soul) His Praise shall be thy Peace.
H. W.
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