THE PSALMS of DAVID, PSALM CIV

My Soul, Iehovah bless; my God, Thy Greatness knows no Bounds; Unrivall'd Honours compass Thee, Thee Majesty surrounds. 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. His Palace Beams in fluid Air, Who lays, and firmly binds; The Clouds his Chariot form'd; and walks On Wings of rapid Winds. Spirits his Angels, Flames of Fire His Ministers, he makes. The Earth he founded on it's Base, Which from it's Place ne'er shakes. Thou, as a Garment, o'er the Earth, Did'st spread the mighty Flood; Above the Mountains loftiest Heads, The rowling Waters stood. At thy Rebuke, thy Thunder's Voice, They hasted, and they fled; The Mountains rose, the Valleys sunk; To their appointed Bed. Thou there, to Bounds unpassable, Confin'st the wat'ry Main; That it should never more return, To cover Earth again.