The Works of the Reverend and Learned Isaac Watts, D. D. Containing, besides his Sermons, and Essays on miscellaneous subjects, several additional pieces, Selected from his Manuscripts by the Rev. Dr. Jennings, and the Rev. Dr. Doddridge, in 1753: to which are prefixed, memoirs of the life of the author, compiled by the Rev. George Burder. In six volumes |
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PSALM 104. (L. M.) The glory of God in Creation and Providence.
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My soul, thy great Creator praise:When cloth'd in his celestial rays
He in full majesty appears,
And, like a robe, his glory wears.
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The heavens are for his curtains spread,Th'unfathom'd deep he makes his bed;
Clouds are his chariot, when he flies
On winged storms across the skies.
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Angels, whom his own breath inspires,His ministers, are flaming fires;
And swift as thought their armies move
To bear his vengeance or his love.
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The world's foundations by his handAre pois'd, and shall for ever stand;
He binds the ocean in his chain,
Lest it should drown the earth again.
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When earth was covered with the flood,Which high above the mountains stood,
He thunder'd; and the ocean fled,
Confin'd to its appointed bed.
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The swelling billows know their bound,And in their channels walk their round;
Yet thence convey'd by secret veins,
They spring on hills and drench the plains.
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He bids the crystal fountains flow,And cheer the vallies as they go;
Tame heifers there their thirst allay,
And for the stream wild asses bray.
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From pleasant trees which shade the brink,The lark and linnet light to drink;
Their songs the lark and linnet raise,
And chide our silence in his praise.
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God, from his cloudy cistern, poursOn the parch'd earth enriching showers;
The grove, the garden, and the field
A thousand joyful blessings yield.
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He makes the grassy food arise,And gives the cattle large supplies;
With herbs for man, of various power,
To nourish nature, or to cure.
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What noble fruit the vines produce!The olive yields a shining juice;
Our hearts are cheer'd with gen'rous wine,
With inward joy our faces shine.
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O bless his name, ye Britons, fedWith nature's chief supporter, bread;
While bread your vital strength imparts,
Serve him with vigour in your hearts.
XIII
Behold the stately cedar stands,Rais'd in the forest by his hands;
Birds to the boughs for shelter fly,
And build their nests secure on high.
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To craggy hills ascends the goat,And at the airy mountain's foot
The feebler creatures make their cell;
He gives them wisdom where to dwell.
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He sets the sun his circling race,Appoints the moon to change her face;
And when thick darkness veils the day,
Calls out wild beasts to hunt their prey.
XVI
Fierce lions lead their young abroad,And roaring ask their meat from God;
But when the morning beams arise,
The savage beast to covert flies.
XVII
Then man to daily labour goes;The night was made for his repose:
Sleep is thy gift; that sweet relief
From tiresome toil and wasting grief.
XVIII
How strange thy works! how great thy skill!And every land thy riches fill:
Thy wisdom round the world we see,
This spacious earth is full of thee.
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Nor less thy glories in the deep,Where fish in millions swim and creep,
With wondrous motions, swift or slow,
Still wandering in the paths below.
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There ships divide their watery way,And flocks of scaly monsters play;
There dwells the huge Leviathan,
And foams and sports in spite of man.
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Vast are thy works, almighty Lord,All nature rests upon thy word,
And the whole race of creatures stands,
Waiting their portion from thy hands.
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While each receives his different food,Their cheerful looks pronounce it good;
Eagles and bears, and whales and worms,
Rejoice and praise in different forms.
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But when thy face is hid they mourn,And dying to their dust return;
Both man and beast their souls resign,
Life, breath and spirit, all is thine.
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Yet thou canst breathe on dust again,And fill the world with beasts and men;
A word of thy creating breath
Repairs the wastes of time and death.
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His works, the wonders of his might,Are honour'd with his own delight:
How awful are his glorious ways!
The Lord is dreadful in his praise.
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The earth stands trembling at thy stroke,And at thy touch the mountains smoke;
Yet humble souls may see thy face,
And tell their wants to sovereign grace.
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In thee my hopes and wishes meet,And make my meditations sweet:
Thy praises shall my breath employ,
Till it expire in endless joy.
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While haughty sinners die accurst,Their glory bury'd with their dust,
I, to my God, my heavenly King,
Immortal hallelujahs sing.
Several lines in this psalm I have borrowed of Sir John Denham, if I have made the connexion more evident, and the sense more easy and useful to an ordinary reader, I have attained my end; and leave others to judge whether I have dishonoured his verse or improved it.
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