LXVII. Thanks to GOD for his ever-enduring Goodness.

HOUSE of our GOD, with chearful Anthems ring,
While all our Lips and Hearts his Graces sing;
The op'ning Year his Graces shall proclaim,
And all its Days be vocal with his Name.
The Lord is good, his Mercy never-ending;
His Blessings in perpetual Show'rs descending.

The Heav'n of Heav'ns he with his Bounty fills:
Ye Seraphs bright on ever-blooming Hills
His Honours sound; you to whom Good alone,
Unmingled, ever-growing has been known.
Thro' your immortal Life, with Love increasing,
Proclaim your Maker's Goodness never-ceasing.

Thou Earth, enlightned by his Rays divine,
Pregnant with Grass, & Corn, & Oil, & Wine,
Crown'd with his Goodness, let thy Nations meet,
And lay their Crowns at his paternal Feet:
With grateful Love, that lib'ral Hand confessing,
Which thro' each Heart diffuseth ev'ry Blessing.

Zion enrich'd with his distinguish'd Grace,
Blest with the Rays of thine Emanuel's Face,
Zion, Jehovah's Portion, and Delight,
Grav'n on his Hands, and hourly in his Sight,
In sacred Strains exalt that Grace excelling,
Which makes thy humble Hill his chosen Dwelling.

His Mercy never ends; the Dawn, the Shade
Still see new Bounties thro' new Scenes display'd:
Succeeding Ages bless this sure Abode,
And Children lean upon their Father's GOD.
The deathless Soul thro' its immense Duration
Drinks from this Source immortal Consolation.

Burst into Praise, my Soul; all Nature join;
Angels and Men in Harmony combine:
While human Years are measur'd by the Sun,
And while Eternity its Course shall run,
His Goodness, in perpetual Show'rs descending,
Exalt in Songs, and Raptures never-ending.