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183. My Soul, Jehovah bless; my God

1. My Soul, Jehovah bless; my God,
Thy Greatness knows no Bounds;
Unrivall'd Honours compass Thee,
Thee Majesty surrounds.
2. Who hast array'd thyself, with Light
As with a splendid Robe;
The beauteous Heav'ns, thy royal Tent,
Hast stretch'd beyond the Globes.

3. His Palace Beams in fluid Air,
Who lays, and firmly binds;
The Clouds his Chariot form'd; and walks
On Wings of rapids Winds
Spirits his Angels, Flames of Fire
His Ministers, he makes.
5 The Earth he founded on it's Base,
Which from it's Place ne'er shakes.

6. Thou, as a Garment, o'er the Earth,
Did'st spread the mighty Flood;
Above the Mountains loftiest Heads,
The rowling Waters stood.
7. At thy Rebuke, thy Thunder's Voice,
They hasted, and they fled;
8. The Mountains rose, the Valleys sunk;
To their appointed Bed.

9. Thou there, to Bounds unpassable,
Confin'st the wat'ry Main;
That it should never more return.
To cover Earth again.

Second Part

10. He sendeth Springs into the Vales;
Which from the Mountains burst.
11. There ev'ry Field-Beast drinks his Fill,
Wild Asses quench their Thirst.
12. The Birds dwell there; among the Sprigs,
They tune their chearful Voice.
13. The Hills he watereth from his Clouds;
Thy Fruits the Earth rejoice.

14. He makes the Grass to grow for Beasts,
And Herbs for Humane Use;
That he, abundant Food for all,
May from the Earth produce.
15.Thence springs the gen'rous Wine, rich Juice,
The Heart of Man, that chears;
The Oyl, which makes his Face to shine,
And Bread, which Strength repairs.

16. God's Trees abound with Sap; he set
Thy Cedars, Leb'non, there:
17. Where Birds do build their Nests; her House
The Stork makes in the Fir.
18. The wild Goats climb the craggy Hills,
And these their Refuge make:
While Rabbets, with the feebler Kind,
The Rocks for Shelter take.

Third Part

19. He made the Moon for stated Times,
The Sun knows his fix'd Rout.
20. He Darkness makes, and it is Night;
Then Forest Beasts crawl out.
21. Young Lyons roar, and hunt their Prey;
From God they seek their Meat.
22. The Sun ariseth, they unite.
And close in Dens retreat.

23. Man to his Work, and Culture, goes,
Till th' Ev'ning gives him Rest.
24. How various Lord! how wise thy Work!
Th' Earth's with thy Riches blest.
25. The Sea too, whose wide Arms contain
Numberless creeping Things;
With Animals both small and great,
That swim by unknown Springs.

26. There pass the gallant Ships, which cut,
Thro' trackless Paths, their Way;
There huge Leviathan, thou mad'st;
Diverts himself with Play.
27. All wait on Thee, thou in due Time,
Dost give to each their Food:
28. They gather from thine open'd Hand
And all are fill'd with Good.

29.If thy enliv'ning Face thou hid'st,
In deep Distress they mourn;
Thou takst away their Breath, they die,
And to their Earth return.
30. Thy quick'ning Spirit thou send'st forth
And a new Life takes Place;
The Earth renew'd, with Vigour blooms,
And Beauty in her Face.

Fourth Part

31. Jehovah's Glory shall endure,
Forevermore most bright.
When God reviews his various Works,
He's pleased with the Sight.
32. If he, upon this solid Earth,
But cast an angry Look,
It trembles; if he touch the Mounts,
They vanish into Smoke.

33. Unto Jehovah I will sing.
As long as I shall live;
While I my Breath, and Being, have,
Praise to my God I'll give.
34. This shall be grateful to the Lord,
To hear my thankful Voice;
While in Jehovah, and his Works,
I greatly will rejoice.

35 Let Sinners fail from off the Earth,
And th' Impious cease to be:
My Soul, bless thou the Lord, let all
To praise the Lord agree.

Text Information
First Line: My Soul, Jehovah bless; my God
Language: English
Publication Date: 1752
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