Psal. 104.
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The Majestie, wisdome, & powre of God, in the
Creation & preservation of all his Creatures, is here described,
by excellent Metaphors
. We may sing it to
praise him, for making & preserving all things,
to his owne glorie, & for our confortable vse. &c.
The Title is; Halelujah
.
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Now, shall my soul to praise the Lord assay;
For, Lord my God! vnbounded is thy might:
With glories beames, thy self thou dost aray,
And as with Robes, art cloth'd about, with Light.
Thou curtaine-like, the heav'ns abrode displayest;
And, in great flouds, thy chābers roofs thou layest.
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The rowling Clouds, thy speedy Charrets are,
And winged windes, thy swift-pasd Coursers be;
Thy Messages, the glorious Angells beare,
And burning fires, like servants, waite on thee.
The Globe of Earth, so firmly thou hast grounded,
That none can shake the structur thou hast foūded.
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As with a robe, wth flouds thou clothdst the same
And, then, the waves above the hills aspir'd:
But, at thy Check, soone downe againe they came,
And, when thy voice did thunder, back retir'd:
From lofty heights, by winding Vallies, tracinge;
They thither fel, where first they had their placing.
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And, strongly there, thou boundest them about,
That they, no more, the world should overflowe;
Among the Dales, clear springs, thou sendest out,
Which run between the mountaines to & fro.
Thou drink from thence, to forrest heards convaiest
And, there, the thirst of Asses wilde, alayest.
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Then by the Bancks of all those running Rills,
Among the boughs the, birdes make melodies:
Thou from above, with shewres bedew'st the hills,
And giv'st enough, all Creatures to suffice.
For Cattell, grasse, for man, thou herbs ordainest;
And, him with food, out of the earth sustainest,
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From thence proceeds, the hart-reioicing-wine;
Refreshing oyle, from thence doth also flowe;
That pretious oyle, which makes the face to shine;
& bread, wherby man's hart more strōg may grow,
Thy Cedars tall, due moysture have not wanted;
Not they, which high, on Libanon, are planted.
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The feather'd foules, their nests on thē do build,
The lofty Firrs, are dwellings for the storke;
For clyming goats, the mountains, refuge yeald,
In craggy Rocks, the fearfull connies lurke.
The changing Moon, the tymes apointed showeth
The constant Sunn, his howr of setting knoweth.
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Thou Darknes cal'st; so, night shutts vp the day;
And, then, abrode the Forresters do roame:
With roarings loud, the Lions hunt theyr prey,
And, vnto thee (oh God) for meat, they come.
The rising sunn, anon returneth hither
And, in their denns, they couch againe togither.
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Then, man till night, afresh, his labour plies.
How many, be thy wondrous works oh Lord!
In ev'ry thing, thou art exceeding wise.
The spatious Earth, by thee is fully stor'd;
And, in the sea are many creatures dwelling,
Both great & small, whose number passeth telling.
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There, sail the shipps, &, there thou didst creat
Leviathan, to sport vpon the Floud.
Thy Creatures all, from thee expect their meat;
And, that thou shouldst in season, give them food,
Which thou bestow'st; & they (the same receiving)
Are filld with Goodnes, of thy bounteous giving.
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Thou hid'st thy face, & loe, they troubled are;
Thou stopt'st their breath, & lifeles dust they bee:
Againe, thou breath'st; & they reviv'd appear,
And, all the earth is new arayd by thee.
Oh! let the Lord, with honour still be named,
And, let him joy in that which he hath framed.
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If with his eye, the earth he but survay,
The fearfull earth, doth tremble at his look;
If on the hills; he but a singer lay,
His very touch, doth make the hills to smoke.
And, whil'st my Life, or beeing, is enioyed,
To praise my God my, tongue shall be employed.
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Sweet thoughts of him, conceaved are in me;
And, in the Lord my hart shal ever ioye:
For, from his Land, the wicked rooted be;
And, he, will them, perpetually destroy.
Oh let his praise, for ever, be confessed;
Praise God my soul, & say: The Lord be blessed.
