Psalm CIV. Third Part. Long Metre. Divine Providence toward Man and Beast

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.

If thou the vital air deny Behold them sicken, faint and die; Dust to its kindred dust returns, And earth her ruin'd offspring mourns.

But thou canst breathe on dust again, And fill the world with beasts and men; A word of thy creating breath Repairs the waste of time and death.

Thy glory, fearless of decline, Thy glory, Lord, shall ever shine; Thy works, the wonders of thy might Are honour'd with thy own delight.

Earth at thy look shall trembling stand, Conscious of sovereign power at hand; And touch'd by thy vindictive stroke, The everlasting mountains smoke.

In thee, our hopes and wishes meet, And make our contemplations sweet. Thy praises shall our breath employ, Till we shall rise to endless joy.