Six centuries of select hymns and spiritual songs collected out of the Holy Bible together with a catechism, the canticles, and a catalogue of vertuous women / by William Barton.

HYMN 412. (Psalm 65.) Another Metre.

Argument.

Devotion, Pardon, true Vocation, With answer of our supplication: Strange providences are renown'd. A fruitfull year with glory crown'd.

The Mighty God, &c.

[verse 1] PRaise waits for thee, O God, in Sion hill To thee the vow shall be performed still: [verse 2] O thou that art the God that hearest prayer Gladly to thee shall all mankind repair.

[verse 3] Iniquities have urg'd great things against us, But with far greater mercies thou prevent'st us. [verse 4] Blest is the man thou chusest of all sorts T' approach to thee, and dwell within thy Courts, With fatness of thy house we shall be fill'd, Such goodness shall thy holy Temple yield: [verse 5] By dreadfull things in righteous dispensati∣on, Thou answerest us, O God of our salvation.

Thou art the confidence of Earths far ends, And theirs the farthest Ocean comprehends: [verse 6] Who (girt with power) by strength set fast the hills, [verse 7] The noise of Seas he pacifies and stills; The noise of all their billows he appeaseth, And tumults of the people when he pleaseth. [verse 8] They also that inhabit utmost parts, Are with thy tokens frighted at their hearts: Thou mak'st th' out-goings of the mornings voice, And of the evenings greatly to rejoyce: [verse 9] Thou visitest the Earth, watred completely And with God's River dost inrich it greatly.

The River of God, with water doth abound Then thou prepar'st them Corn to sow the ground, [verse 10] Thou water'st its ridges from the Sky, Thou waterest it, O God abundantly: Thou lay'st her furrows, mak'st it soft with showers, Blessing her springing with her fruits & flow∣ers.

[verse 11] Thou with thy goodness Crown'st the faithfull year, Thy paths drop fatness, dropping far and near; [verse 12] They drop on pastures of the desarts wide, The little hills rejoyce on every side: [verse 13] Flocks cloath the pastures, Corn o're val∣leys springing, Shouting for joy, and joy'd with cheerfull singing.