Psalm 107, Part 4

1 3 His praise their happy lives employ;
His praise, in songs of thankful joy,
Let all the sons of men proclaim:
His kindly, providential care
The forces of the sea declare,
And shout amidst the waves His praise.

Who plough with ships the watery road,
These see the mighty works of God,
His wonders in the' unbounded main:
He bids the stormy wind arise:
The tempest whirls them to the skies.
And sweeps them down to hell again.

Their joints and soul dissolved they feel;
Drunken, but not with wine, they reel,
Their hopes expire, their labours cease:
To God they then despairing cry,
Who sends them succour from on high,
And saves- them in their last distress.

Obedient to His sovereign will.
The winds are hush'd, the sea is still,
Their fears are with the storm supi)ress'd:
Conducted by the' almighty Hand,
AV ith clamorous joy they grasp the land.
And in their long-sought haven rest.

1 7 O that the world would therefore praise
The Lord, the God of boundless grace.

Whose love in all His works is seen!
With joyful lips confess His power.
And ever feel, proclaim, adore
His wonders towards the sons of men!
PART v.

O that His saints, with one accord,
Would magnify their gracious Lord,
His goodness and His power proclaim:
Let all the' assembled people join,
The elders chant, in hymns Divine,
Their great Redeemer's glorious name.

1 9 Dreadful in power, as rich in grace.
He frowns, and changes nature's face,
Where sinners load the guilty land;
He looks their springs and rivers dry.
Their fertile fields as deserts lie
Accursed, and turn'd to barren sand.

He smiles, and makes the desert smile,
Blesses the dry, unfruitful soil.

With living streams the waste supplies;
The waste is clothed with sudden green,
And herbs, and flowers, and fruits are seen
Throughout the rising paradise.

2 1 Thither He bids the poor repair,
The hungry find their portion there.

And build a city in His name:
They sow their fields, and vineyards plant,
And, bless'd of God with all they want,
His providential love proclaim.

He bids the little flock increase,
He fills them with His righteousness.

His mercy's unexhausted store;
He never takes His mercy back,
He would not they should Him forsake.
Or ever want or wander more.