Psalm CIV. Particular Metre, PART IV

Nor here only, Lord, Thy might we adore, The sea owns thy hand, Thy wisdom and power; There tribes without number, Thy creatures, resort; Leviathan gambols, And whales take their sport.

There ships spread their sails The surface to sweep. There fish nimbly glide, Conceal'd in the deep; They all know their season, As seasons arise; And tribes, which thy bounty Has made, it supplies.

Thy will and thy word Endue them with breath, Consum'd by thy blast They shrink into death; Restor'd at thy pleasure New beings appear, To people the waters The earth and the air,

Rejoice then, O Lord, In glory secure. The works thou hast made Through ages endure. Yet, aw'd by thy presence, When thou drawest near, Smoke bursts from the mountains, Earth trembles with fear.

Thus Lord let me sing Thy glory to raise; Delightful the strain When tun'd to thy praise. The vile have their sufferings, The just their reward. Bless GOD O my spirit! O praise ye the Lord!