Otherwise it must be sung as the 100th psalm. 2 The heavens are for his curtains spread, Th' unfathom'd deep he makes his bed; Clouds are his chariot, when he flies On winged storms across the skies. 3 Angels, whom his own breath inspires, His ministers are flaming fires; And swift as thought their armies move To bear his vengeance, or his love. 4 The world's foundations by his hand Are pois'd, and shall for ever stand; He binds the ocean in his chain, Lest it should drown the earth again. 5 When earth was cover'd with the flood, Which high above the mountains stood, He thunder'd, and the ocean fled, Confin'd to its appointed bed. 6 The swelling billows know their bound, And in their channels walk their round; Yet thence convey'd by secret veins, They spring on hills, and drench the plains. 7 He bids the crystal fountains flow, And cheer the vallies as they go; Tame heifers there their thirst allay, And for the stream wild asses bray. 8 From pleasant trees which shade the brink The lark and linnet light to drink; Their songs the lark and linnet raise; And chide our silence in his praise. PAUSE I. 9 God from his cloudy cistern, pours On the parch'd earth enriching showers; The grove, the garden, and the field A thousand joyful blessings yield. 10 He makes the grassy food arise, And gives the cattle large supplies; With herbs for man of various power, To nourish nature, or to cure. 11 What noble fruit the vines produce! The olive yields a shining juice; Our hearts are cheer'd with gen'rous wine, With inward joy our faces shine. 12 O bless his Name ye Britons, fed With nature's chief supporter, bread; While bread your vital strength imparts, Serve him with vigour in your hearts. PAUSE II. 13 Behold the stately cedar stands, Rais'd in the forest by his hands: Birds to the boughs for shelter fly And build their nests secure on high. 14 To craggy hills ascends the goat; And at the airy mountain's foot The feebler creatures make their cell; He gives them wisdom where to dwell. 15 He sets the sun his circling race, Appoints the moon to change her face; And when thick darkness veils the day, Calls out wild beasts to hunt their prey. 16 Fierce lions lead their young abroad, And roaring ask their meat from God; But when the morning beams arise, The savage beast to covert flies. 17 Then man to daily labour goes; The night was made for his repose: Sleep is thy gift; that sweet relief From tiresome toil and wasting grief. 18 How strange thy works! how great thy skill! And every land thy riches fill: Thy wisdom round the world we see, This spacious earth is full of thee. 19 Nor less thy glories in the deep, Where fish in millions swim and creep, With wondrous motions, swift or slow, Still wandering in the paths below. 20 There ships divide their watery way, And flocks of scaly monsters play; There dwells the huge Leviathan, And foams and sports in spite of man. PAUSE III.