PSALME CIV.
As the 72.
MY ravisht Soule, great God, thy praises sings;
VVhom Glory circles with her radiant VVings,
And Majesty invests: then Day more bright;
Cloth'd with the beames of new-created Light.
He, like an all-infolding Canopy,
Fram'd the vast concave of the spangled Skie:
And in the Aire-embraced Waters set
The Basis of his hanging Cabinet.
VVho on the Clouds, as on a Chariot, rides;
And with a reine the flying Tempest guides.
Bright Angels his attendant Spirits made;
By flame-dispersing Seraphims obey'd.
The ever-fixed Earth cloth'd with the Floud;
In whose calme bosome unseene Mountains stood;
At his rebuke it shrunke with sudden dread,
And from his voices Thunder swiftly fled.
Then Hils their late concealed Heads extend,
And sinking Valleies to their Feet descend.
The trembling VVaters through their bottomes winde,
Till they the Sea, their Nurse and Mother, finde.
He to the swelling Waves prescribes a bound;
Lest Earth againe should by their rage be drown'd.
Springs through the pleasant Medows powre their drils,
VVhich Snake-like glide betweene the bordring Hils;
Till they to Rivers grow; where beasts of prey
Their thirst asswage, and such as man obey.
[Part. 2] In neighbouring Groves the Ayr's Musicians sing,
And with their Musicke entertaine the Spring.
He from coelestiall Casements showres distills,
And with renew'd increase his Creatures fills.
He makes the food-full Earth her fruit produce;
For Cattell grasse, and Herbs for humane use.
The spreading Vine long purple clusters bears,
VVhose juyce the hearts of pensive Mortals chears:
Fat Olives smooth our browes with suppling Oyle;
And strengthning Corne rewards the Reapers toile.
His Fruit affording trees with sap abound.
The Lord hath Lebanon with Cedars crown'd:
They to the warbling Birds a shelter yield,
And wandring Storks in lofty Fir-trees build.