4 Frighted to hear the tempest roar,
They pant with fluttering breath,
And, hopeless of the distant shore,
Expect immediate death.]

5 Then to the Lord they raise their cries,
He hears the loud request,
And orders silence thro’ the skies,
And lays the floods to rest.

6 Sailors rejoice to lose their fears,
And see the storm allay’d: 
Now to their eyes the port appears;
There let their vows be paid.

7 ’Tis God that brings them safe to land;
Let stupid mortals know
That waves are under his command,
And all the winds that blow,

8 O that the sons of men would praise
The goodness of the Lord! 
And those that see thy wondrous ways,
Thy wondrous love record.

Psalm 107:6.  Last Part. 
Colonies planted; or,
Nations blest and punished.

A psalm for New England.

1 When God, provok’d with daring crimes,
Scourges the madness of the times,
He turns their fields to barren sand,
And dries the rivers from the land.

2 His word can raise the springs again, And make the wither’d mountains green, Send showery blessings from the skies, And harvests in the desert rise.

3 [Where nothing dwelt but beasts of prey,
Or men as fierce and wild as they;
He bids th’ opprest and poor repair,
And builds them towns and cities there.

4 They sow the fields, and trees they plant, Whose yearly fruit supplies their want:  Their race grows up from fruitful stocks, Their wealth increases with their flocks.

5 Thus they are blest; but if they sin,
He lets the heathen nations in,
A savage crew invades their lands,
Their princes die by barbarous hands.

6 Their captive sons, expos’d to scorn,
Wander unpity’d and forlorn;
The country lies unfenc’d, untill’d,
And desolation spreads the field.

7 Yet if the humbled nation mourns,
Again his dreadful hand he turns;
Again he makes their cities thrive,
And bids the dying churches live.]

8 The righteous, with a joyful sense,
Admire the works of providence;
And tongues of atheists shall no more
Blaspheme the God that saints adore.

9 How few, with pious care, record
The wondrous dealings of the Lord! 
But wise observers still shall find
The Lord is holy, just, and kind.

Psalm 109. 1-5 31. 
Love to enemies, from the example of Christ.

1 God of my mercy and my praise,
Thy glory is my song;
The sinners speak against thy grace
With a blaspheming tongue.

2 When in the form of mortal man
Thy Son on earth was found,
With cruel slanders, false and vain,
They compass’d him around.

3 Their miseries his compassion move,
Their peace he still pursu’d;
They render hatred for his love,
And evil for his good.

4 Their malice rag’d without a cause,
Yet, with his dying breath,
He pray’d for murderers on his cross,
And blest his foes in death.