PSAL. CXXXVI. us with a mind Praise the Lord, for he is kind, O let us his praises tell, Who doth the wrathful tyrants quell. For his &c. Who with his miracles doth make Who by his wifdom did create Who did the folid earth ordain For his &c. Who by his all-commanding might And caus'd the golden-treffed fun, The horned moon to fhine by night, He with his thunder-clasping hand And in defpite of Pharao fell, The ruddy waves he cleft in twain. For his &c. The floods stood ftill like walls of glass, But full foon they did devour His chofen people he did bless For his &c. In bloody battel he brought down He foil'd bold Seon and his hoft, For his &c. And large-limb'd Og he did fubdue, And to his fervant Ifrael He gave their land therein to dwell. For his &c. He hath with a piteous eye For his &c. And freed us from the flavery For his &c. All living creatures he doth feed, 45 50 55 60 65 ༡༠ 75 80 85 Let |