PSALM CVII. FIFTH BOOK. To Travellers

Give Thanks to God, for he is good His Mercy ever flows. So let the Lord's Redeemed say, Whom he releast from Foes; And gather'd them from foreign Lands, From North, South, East, and West. They strol'd thro' Desert's untrod Ways; And found no Place of Rest. Hunger, and Thirst, their fainting Souls Did grievously oppress. To God, in Trouble, then they cry'd, Who freed them from Distress. He led them forth in a right Way, And was their faithful Guide; Till they arriv'd at Cities, where Their Wants were all supply'd. Let all with Thanks, Iehovah praise, And make his Goodness known; For he among the Sons of Men, Works wonderful hath done. The strong Desire of longing Souls He kindly satisfies; With Fruits of his Benignity, The hungry Soul supplies.