Ver. 51 69 110. 2 The proud have fram'd their scoffs and lies, They watch my feet with envious eyes, And tempt my soul to snares and sin, Yet thy commands I ne'er decline.

Ver. 161 78. 3 They hate me, Lord, without a cause, They hate to see me love thy laws: But I will trust and fear thy Name, Till pride and malice die with shame.

Psalm 119:18. Last Part. Sanctified afflictions; or, Delight in the word of God.

Ver. 67 59. 1 Father, I bless thy gentle hand; How kind was thy chastising rod, That forc'd my conscience to a stand, And brought my wandering soul to God!

2 Foolish and vain I went astray Ere I had felt thy scourges, Lord, I left my guide, and lost my way; But now I love and keep thy word.

Ver. 71. 3 'Tis good for me to wear the yoke, For pride is apt to rise and swell; 'Tis good to bear my Father's stroke, That I might learn his statutes well.

Ver. 72. 4 The law that issues from thy mouth Shall raise my cheerful passions more Than all the treasures of the south, Or western hills of golden ore.

Ver. 73. 5 Thy hands have made my mortal frame, Thy spirit form'd my soul within; Teach me to know thy wondrous Name, And guard me safe from death and sin.

Ver. 74. 6 Then all that love and fear the Lord At my salvation shall rejoice; For I have hoped in thy word, And made thy grace my only choice.

Psalm 120. Complaint of quarrelsome neighbours; or, A devout wish for peace.

1 Thou God of love, thou ever blest, Pity my suffering state; When wilt thou set my soul at rest From lips that love deceit?

2 Hard lot of mine! my days are cast Among the sons of strife, Whose never-ceasing brawlings waste My golden hours of life.

3 O might I fly to change my place, How would I chuse to dwell In some wide lonesome wilderness, And leave these gates of hell.

4 Peace is the blessing that I seek, How lovely are its charms; I am for peace; but when I speak, They all declare for arms.

6 New passions still their souls engage, And keep their malice strong: What shall be done to curb thy rage, O thou devouring tongue!

6 Should burning arrows smite thee thro', Strict justice would approve; But I had rather spare my foe, And melt his heart with love.

Psalm 121:1. L. M. Divine protection.

1 Up to the hills I lift mine eyes, Th' eternal hills beyond the skies; Thence all her help my soul derives; There my Almighty refuge lives.

2 He lives, the everlasting God, That built the world, that spread the flood; The heavens with all their hosts he made, And the dark regions of the dead.

3 He guides our feet, he guards our way; His morning-smiles bless all the day; He spreads the evening veil, and keeps The silent hours while Israel sleeps.

4 Israel, a name divinely blest, May rise secure, securely rest; Thy holy Guardian's wakeful eyes Admit no slumber nor surprise.

5 No sun shall smite thy head by day, Nor the pale moon with sickly ray Shall blast thy couch; no baleful star Dart his malignant fire so far.

6 Should earth and hell with malice burn, Still thou shalt go and still return Safe in the Lord his heavenly care Defends thy life from every snare.

7 On thee foul spirits have no power; And in thy last departing hour Angels, that trace the airy road, Shall bear thee homeward to thy God.

Psalm 121:2. C. M. Preservation by day and night.

1 To heaven I lift my waiting eyes, There all my hopes are laid: The Lord that built the earth and skies Is my perpetual aid.

2 Their feet shall never slide to fall Whom he designs to keep; His ear attends the softest call, His eyes can never sleep.

3 He will sustain our weakest powers With his almighty arm, And watch our most unguarded hours Against surprising harm.

4 Israel, rejoice and rest secure, Thy keeper is the Lord; His wakeful eyes employ his power For thine eternal guard.

5 Nor scorching sun, nor sickly moon, Shall have his leave to smite; He shields thy head from burning noon, From blasting damps at night.

6 He guards thy soul, he keeps thy breath Where thickest dangers come; Go and return, secure from death, Till God commands thee home.

Psalm 121:3. As the 148th Psalm. God our preserver.

1 Upward I lift mine eyes, From God is all my aid; The God that built the skies, And earth and nature made: God is the tow'r To which I fly: His grace is nigh In every hour.

2 My feet shall never slide And fall in fatal snares, Since God, my guard and guide, Defends me from my fears: Those wakeful eyes That never sleep Shall Israel keep When dangers rise.

3 No burning heats by day, Nor blasts of evening air, Shall take my health away, If God be with me there. Thou art my sun, And thou my shade, To guard my head By night or noon.

4 Hast thou not given thy word To save my soul from death? And I can trust my Lord To keep my mortal breath; I'll go and come, Nor fear to die, Till from on high Thou call me home.

Psalm 122:1. Going to church. 1 How did my heart rejoice to hear My friends devoutly say, "In Zion let us all appear, "And keep the solemn day!"

2 I love her gates, I love the road: The church adorn'd with grace Stands like a palace built for God, To shew his milder face.

3 Up to her courts with joys unknown The holy tribes repair; The Son of David holds his throne, And sits in judgment there.

4 He hears our praises and complaints; And while his awful voice Divides the sinners from the saints, We tremble and rejoice.

5 Peace be within this sacred place, And joy a constant guest! With holy gifts, and heavenly grace Be her attendants blest!

6 My soul shall pray for Zion still, While life or breath remains; There my best friends, my kindred dwell, There God my Saviour reigns.

Psalm 122:2. Proper Tune. Going to church.

1 How pleas'd and blest was I To hear the people cry, "Come, let us seek our God to-day!" Yes, with a cheerful zeal, We haste to Zion's hill, And there our vows and honours pay.

2 Zion, thrice happy place, Adorn'd with wondrous grace, And walls of strength embrace thee round; In thee our tribes appear To pray, and praise, and hear The sacred gospel's joyful sound.

3 There David's greater Son Has fix'd his royal throne, He sits for grace and judgment there; He bids the saint be glad, He makes the sinner sad, And humble souls rejoice with fear.

4 May peace attend thy gate, And joy within thee wait To bless the soul of every guest! The man that seeks thy peace, And wishes thine increase, A thousand blessings on him rest!

5 My tongue repeats her vows "Peace to this sacred house!" For there my friends and kindred dwell; And since my glorious God Makes thee his blest abode, My soul shall ever love thee well.

Repeat the fourth stanza to complete the Tune.

Psalm 123. Pleading with submission.

1 O thou whose grace and justice reign Enthron'd above the skies, To thee our hearts would tell their pain, To thee we lift our eyes.

2 As Servants watch their master's hand, And fear the angry stroke; Or maids before their mistress stand, And wait a peaceful look;

3 So for our sins we justly feel Thy discipline, O God; Yet wait the gracious moment still, Till thou remove thy rod.

4 Those that in wealth and pleasure live Our daily groans deride, And thy delays of mercy give Fresh courage to their pride.

5 Our foes insult us, but our hope In thy compassion lies; This thought shall bear our spirits up, That God will not despise.

Psalm 124. A song for the fifth of November.

1 Had not the Lord, may Israel say, Had not the Lord maintain'd our side, When men to make our lives a prey, Rose like the swelling of the tide;

2 The swelling tide had stopt our breath, So fiercely did the waters roll, We had been swallow'd deep in death; Proud waters had o'erwhelm'd our soul.

3 We leap for joy, we shout and sing, Who just escap'd the fatal stroke; So flies the bird with cheerful wing, When once the fowler's snare is broke.

4 For ever blessed be the Lord, Who broke the fowler's cursed snare, Who sav'd us from the murdering sword, And made our lives and souls his care.

5 Our help is in Jehovah's Name, Who form'd the earth and built the skies; He that upholds that wondrous frame Guards his own church with watchful eyes.

Psalm 125:1. C. M. The saint's trial and safely.

1 Unshaken as the sacred hill, And firm as mountains be, Firm as a rock the soul shall rest That leans, O Lord, on thee.

2 Not walls nor hills could guard so well Old Salem's happy ground, As those eternal arms of love That every saint surround.

3 While tyrants are a smarting scourge To drive them near to God, Divine compassion does allay The fury of the rod.

4 Deal gently, Lord, with souls sincere, And lead them safely on To the bright gates of Paradise, Where Christ their Lord is gone.

5 But if we trace those crooked ways That the old serpent drew, The wrath that drove him first to hell Shall smite his followers too.

Psalm 125:2. S. M. The saints' trial and safety; or, Moderated afflictions.

1 Firm and unmov'd are they That rest their souls on God; Firm as the mount where David dwelt Or where the ark abode.

2 As mountains stood to guard The city's sacred ground, So God and his almighty love Embrace his saints around.

3 What tho' the Father's rod Drop a chastising stroke, Yet, lest it wound their souls too deep, Its fury shall be broke.

4 Deal gently, Lord, with those Whose faith and pious fear, Whose hope, and love, and every grace Proclaim their hearts sincere.

5 Nor shall the tyrant's rage Too long oppress the saint; The God of Israel will support His children lest they faint.

6 But if our slavish fear Will chuse the road to hell, We must expect our portion there Where bolder sinners dwell.

Psalm 126:1. L. M. Surprising deliverance.

1 When God restor'd our captive state, Joy was our song, and grace our theme; The grace beyond our hopes so great, That joy appear'd a painted dream.

2 The scoffer owns thy hand, and pays Unwilling honours to thy Name; While we with pleasure shout thy praise, With cheerful notes thy love proclaim.

3 When we review our dismal fears, 'Twas hard to think they'd vanish so; With God we left our flowing tears, He makes our joys like rivers flow.

4 The man that in his furrow'd field His scatter'd seed with sadness leaves, Will shout to see the harvest yield A welcome load of joyful sheaves.

Psalm 126:2. C. M. The joy of a remarkable conversion; or, Melancholy removed.

1 When God reveal'd his gracious Name, And chang'd my mournful state, My rapture seem'd a pleasing dream, The grace appear'd so great.

2 The world beheld the glorious change, And did thy hand confess; My tongue broke out in unknown strains, And sung surprising grace:

3 "Great is the work," my neighbours cry'd, And own'd the power divine; "Great is the work," my heart reply'd, "And be the glory thine."

4 The Lord can clear the darkest skies, Can give us day for night, Make drops of sacred sorrow rise To rivers of delight.

5 Let those that sow in sadness wait Till the fair harvest come, They shall confess their sheaves are great, And shout the blessings home.

6 Tho' seed lie bury'd long in dust, It shan't deceive their hope; The precious grain can ne'er be lost, For grace insures the crop.

Psalm 127:1. L. M. The blessing of God on the business and comforts of life.

1 If God succeed not, all the cost And pains to build the house are lost: If God the city will not keep, The watchful guards as well may sleep.

3 What if you rise before the sun, And work and toil when day is done, Careful and sparing eat your bread, To shun that poverty you dread;

3 'Tis all in vain, till God hath blest; He can make rich, yet give us rest: Children and friends are blessings too, If God our sovereign make them so.

4 Happy the man to whom he sends Obedient children, faithful friends: How sweet our daily comforts prove When they are season'd with his love!

Psalm 127:2. C. M. God all in all.

1 If God to build the house deny, The builders work in vain; And towns, without his wakeful eye, An useless watch maintain.

2 Before the morning beams arise, Your painful work renew, And till the stars ascend the skies Your tiresome toil pursue.

3 Short be your sleep, and coarse your fare; In vain, till God has blest; But if his smiles attend your care, You shall have food and rest.

4 Nor children, relatives, nor friends Shall real blessings prove, Nor all the earthly joys he sends, If sent without his love.

Psalm 128. Family blessings.

1 O happy man, whose soul is fill'd With zeal and reverend awe; His lips to God their honours yield, His life adorns the law.

2 A careful providence shall stand And ever guard thy head, Shall on the labours of thy hand Its kindly blessings shed.

3 [Thy wife shall be a fruitful vine; Thy children round thy board, Each like a plant of honour shine, And learn to fear the Lord.]

4 The Lord shall thy best hopes fulfil For months and years to come; The Lord who dwells on Zion's hill, Shall send thee blessings home.

5 This is the man whose happy eyes Shall see his house increase, Shall see the sinking church arise, Then leave the world in peace.

Psalm 129. Persecutors punished.

1 Up from my youth, may Israel say, Have I been nurs'd in tears; My griefs were constant as the day, And tedious as the years.

2 Up from my youth I bore the rage Of all the sons of strife; Oft they assail'd my riper age, But not destroy'd my life.

3 Their cruel plough had torn my flesh With furrows long and deep, Hourly they vex my wounds afresh, Nor let my sorrows sleep.

4 The Lord grew angry on his throne, And with impartial eye Measur'd the mischiefs they had done Then let his arrows fly.

5 How was their insolence surpris'd To hear his thunders roll! And all the foes of Zion seiz'd With horror to the soul.

6 Thus shall the men that hate the saints Be blasted from the sky; Their glory fades, their courage faints, And all their projects die.

7 [What tho' they flourish tall and fair, They have no root beneath; Their growth shall perish in despair, And lie despis'd in death.]

8 [So corn that on the house-top stands No hope of harvest gives; The reaper ne'er shall fill his hands, Nor binder fold the sheaves.

9 It springs and withers on the place: No traveller bestows A word of blessing on the grass, Nor minds it as he goes.]

Psalm 130:1. C. M. Pardoning grace.

1 Out of the deeps of long distress, The borders of despair, I sent my cries to seek thy grace, My groans to move thine ear.

2 Great God, should thy severer eye, And thine impartial hand, Mark and revenge iniquity, No mortal flesh could stand.

3 But there are pardons with my God For crimes of high degree; Thy Son has bought them with his blood To draw us near to thee.

4 [I wait for thy salvation, Lord, With strong desires I wait; My soul, invited by thy word, Stands watching at thy gate.]

5 [Just as the guards that keep the night Long for the morning skies, Watch the first beams of breaking light, And meet them with their eyes;

6 So waits my soul to see thy grace, And more intent than they, Meets the first openings of thy face, And finds a brighter day.]

7 [Then in the Lord let Israel trust, Let Israel seek his face; The Lord is good as well as just, And plenteous is his grace.

8 There's full redemption at his throne For sinners long enslav'd; The great Redeemer is his Son, And Israel shall be sav'd.]

Psalm 130:2. L. M. Pardoning grace.

1 From deep distress and troubled thoughts, To thee, my God, I rais'd my cries; If thou severely mark our faults, No flesh can stand before thine eyes.

2 But thou hast built thy throne of grace, Free to dispense thy pardons there, That sinners may approach thy face, And hope and love, as well as fear.

3 As the benighted pilgrims wait, And long, and wish for breaking day, So waits my soul before thy gate; When will my God his face display?

4 My trust is fix'd upon thy word, Nor shall I trust thy word in vain: Let mourning souls address the Lord, And find relief from all their pain.

5 Great is his love, and large his grace, Thro' the redemption of his Son: He turns our feet from sinful ways, And pardons what our hands have done.

Psalm 131. Humility and submission.

1 Is there ambition in my heart? Search, gracious God, and see; Or do I act a haughty part? Lord, I appeal to thee.

2 I charge my thoughts, be humble still, And all my carriage mild, Content, my Father, with thy will, And quiet as a child.

3 The patient soul, the lowly mind Shall have a large reward: Let saints in sorrow lie resign'd, And trust a faithful Lord.

Psalm 132:1. 5 13-18. L. M. At the settlement of a church; or, The ordination of a Minister.

1 Where shall we go to seek and find An habitation for our God, A dwelling for th' Eternal Mind Amongst the sons of flesh and blood?

2 The God of Jacob chose the hill Of Zion for his ancient rest; And Zion is his dwelling still, His church is with his presence blest.

3 Here will I fix my gracious throne, And reign for ever, saith the Lord; Here shall my power, and love be known, And blessings shall attend my word.

4 Here will I meet the hungry poor, And fill their souls with living bread; Sinners that wait before my door, With sweet provision shall be fed.

5 Girded with truth and cloth'd with grace, My priests, my ministers shall shine: Not Aaron, in his costly dress, Made an appearance so divine.

6 The saints, unable to contain Their inward joys shall shout and sing; The Son of David here shall reign, And Zion triumph in her King.

7 [Jesus shall see a numerous seed Born here, t' uphold his glorious Name; His crown shall flourish on his head, While all his foes are cloth'd with shame!]

Psalm 132:2. 4 5 7 8 15-17. C. M. A church established.

1 [No sleep nor slumber to his eyes Good David would afford, Till he had found below the skies A dwelling for the Lord.

2 The Lord in Zion plac'd his Name, His ark was settled there; To Zion the whole nation came, To worship thrice a year.

3 But we have no such lengths to go, Nor wander far abroad; Where'er thy saints assemble now, There is a house for God.]

PAUSE.

4 Arise, O King of Grace, arise, And enter to thy rest! Lo! thy church waits, with longing eyes, Thus to be own'd and blest.

5 Enter with all thy glorious train, Thy Spirit and thy word; All that the ark did once contain Could no such grace afford.

6 Here, mighty God, accept our vows, Here let thy praise be spread; Bless the provisions of thy house, And fill thy poor with bread.

7 Here let the Son of David reign, Let God's Anointed shine; Justice and truth his court maintain, With love and power divine.

8 Here let him hold a lasting throne; And as his kingdom grows, Fresh honours shall adorn his crown, And shame confound his foes.

Psalm 133:1. C. M. Brotherly love.

1 Lo! what an entertaining sight Are brethren that agree, Brethren, whose cheerful hearts unite In bands of piety!

2 When streams of love from Christ the spring Descend to every soul, And heavenly peace, with balmy wing, Shades and bedews the whole;

3 'Tis like the oil divinely sweet, On Aaron's reverend head, The trickling drops perfum'd his feet, And o'er his garments spread.

4 'Tis pleasant as the morning dews That fall on Zion's hill, Where God his mildest glory shews, And makes his grace distil.

Psalm 133:2. S. M. Communion of saints; or, Love and worship in a family.

1 Blest are the sons of peace, Whose hearts and hopes are one, Whose kind designs to serve and please Thro' all their actions run.

2 Blest is the pious house Where seat and friendship meet, Their songs of praise, their mingled vows Make their communion sweet.

3 Thus when on Aaron's head They pour'd the rich perfume, The oil thro' all his raiment spread, And pleasure fill'd the room.

4 Thus on the heavenly hills The saints are blest above, Where joy like morning dew distils, And all the air is love.

Psalm 133:3. As the 122nd Psalm. The blessings of friendship.

1 How pleasant 'tis to see Kindred and friends agree, Each in their proper station move, And each fulfil their part With sympathizing heart, In all the cares of life and love!

2 'Tis like the ointment shed On Aaron's sacred head, Divinely rich, divinely sweet; The oil, thro' all the room, Diffus'd a choice perfume, Ran thro' his robes, and blest his feet.

3 Like fruitful showers of rain, That water all the plain, Descending from the neighbouring hills; Such streams of pleasure roll Thro' every friendly soul, Where love like heavenly dew distils.

Repeat the first stanza to complete the tune.

Psalm 134. Daily and nightly devotion.

1 Ye that obey th' immortal King, Attend his holy place, Bow to the glories of his power, And bless his wondrous grace;

2 Lift up your hands by morning-light, And send your souls on high; Raise your admiring thoughts by night Above the starry sky.

3 The God of Zion cheers our hearts With rays of quickening grace; The God that spread the heavens abroad, And rules the swelling seas.

Psalm 135:1. 1-4 14 19 21. First Part. L. M. The church is God's house and care.

1 Praise ye the Lord, exalt his Name, While in his holy courts ye wait, Ye saints, that to his house belong, Or stand attending at his gate.

2 Praise ye the Lord; the Lord is good; To praise his Name is sweet employ; Israel he chose of old, and still His church is his peculiar joy.

3 The Lord himself will judge his saints; He treats his servants as his friends; And when he hears their sore complaints, Repents the sorrows that he sends.

4 Thro' every age the Lord declares His Name and breaks th' oppressor's rod; He gives his suffering servants rest, And will be known th' almighty God.

6 Bless ye the Lord, who taste his love, People and priests exalt his Name: Amongst his saints he ever dwells; His church is his Jerusalem.

Psalm 135:2. 5-12. Second Part. L. M. The works of creation, providence, redemption of Israel, and destruction of enemies.

1 Great is the Lord, exalted high Above all powers and every throne; Whate'er he please in earth or sea, Or heaven, or hell, his hand hath done.

2 At his command the vapours rise, The lightnings flash, the thunders roar; He pours the rain, he brings the wind, And tempest from his airy store.

3 'Twas he those dreadful tokens sent, O Egypt thro' thy stubborn land; When all thy first-born beasts and men Fell dead by his avenging hand.

4 What mighty nations, mighty kings, He slew, and their whole country gave To Israel, whom his hand redeem'd, No more to be proud Pharaoh's slave!

5 His power the same, the same his grace, That saves us from the hosts of hell; And heaven he gives us to possess, Whence those apostate angels fell.

Psalm 135:3. C. M. Praise due to God, not to idols.

1 Awake, ye saints; to praise your King, Your sweetest passions raise, Your pious pleasure, while you sing, Increasing with the praise.

2 Great is the Lord; and works unknown Are his divine employ; But still his saints are near his throne, His treasure and his joy.

3 Heaven, earth, and sea, confess his hand; He bids the vapours rise; Lightning and storm at his command Sweep thro' the sounding skies.

4 All power, that gods or kings have claim'd Is found with him alone; But heathen gods should ne'er be nam'd Where our Jehovah's known.

5 Which of the stocks or stones they trust Can give them showers of rain? In vain they worship glittering dust, And pray to gold in vain.

6 [Their gods have tongues that cannot talk, Such as their makers gave: Their feet were ne'er design'd to walk, Nor hands have power to save.

7 Blind are their eyes, their ears are deaf, Nor hear when mortals pray; Mortals, that wait for their relief, Are blind, and deaf as they.]

8 O Britain, know thy living God, Serve him with faith and fear; He makes thy churches his abode, And claims thine honours there.

Psalm 136:1. C. M. God's wonders of creation, providence, redemption of Israel, and salvation of his people.

1 Give thanks to God the sovereign Lord; His mercies still endure! And be the King of kings ador'd; His truth is ever sure.

2 What wonders hath his wisdom done! How mighty is his hand! Heaven, earth, and sea, he fram'd alone: How wide is his command!

3 The sun supplies the day with light; How bright his counsels shine! The moon and stars adorn the night; His works are all divine!

4 [He struck the sons of Egypt dead; How dreadful is his rod! And thence with joy his people led: How gracious is our God!

5 He cleft the swelling sea in two; His arm is great in might, And gave the tribes a passage thro'; His power and grace unite.

6 But Pharaoh's army there he drown'd; How glorious are his ways! And brought his saints thro' desert ground; Eternal be his praise.

7 Great monarchs fell beneath his hand, Victorious is his sword; While Israel took the promis'd land; And faithful is his word.]

8 He saw the nations dead in sin; He felt his pity move: How sad the state the world was in! How boundless was his love!

9 He sent to save us from our woe; His goodness never fails; From death, and hell, and every foe; And still his grace prevails.

10 Give thanks to God the heavenly King; His mercies still endure! Let the whole earth his praises sing; His truth is ever sure.

Psalm 136:2. As the 148th Psalm. God's wonders of creation, providence, redemption of Israel, and salvation of his people.

1 Give thanks to God most high, The universal Lord; The sovereign King of kings; And be his grace ador'd. His power and grace Are still the same; And let his Name Have endless praise.

2 How mighty is his hand! What wonders hath he done! He form'd the earth and seas, And spread the heavens alone. Thy mercy, Lord, Shall still endure; And ever sure Abides thy word.

3 His wisdom fram'd the sun To crown the day with light; The moon and twinkling stars To cheer the darksome night. His power and grace Are still the same; And let his Name Have endless praise.

4 [He smote the first-born Sons, The flower of Egypt, dead: And thence his chosen tribes With joy and glory led. Thy mercy, Lord, Shall still endure; And ever sure Abides thy word.

5 His power and lifted rod Cleft the Red-sea in two: And for his people made A wondrous passage thro'. His power and grace Are still the same; And let his Name Have endless praise.

6 But cruel Pharaoh there With all his host he drown'd; And brought his Israel safe Thro' a long desert ground. Thy mercy, Lord, Shall still endure; And ever sure Abides thy word.

PAUSE.

The kings of Canaan fell Beneath his dreadful hand: While his own servants took Possession of their land. His power and grace Are still the same; And let his name Have endless praise.]

8 He saw the nations lie All perishing in sin, And pity'd the sad state The ruin'd world was in. Thy mercy, Lord, Shall still endure; And ever sure Abides thy word.

9 He sent his only Son To save us from our woe, From Satan sin and death, And every hurtful foe. His power and grace Are still the same; And let his Name Have endless praise.

10 Give thanks aloud to God, To God the heavenly King; And let the spacious earth His works and glories sing. Thy mercy, Lord, Shall still endure; And ever sure Abides thy word.

Psalm 136:3. Abridged. L. M. God's wonders of creation, providence, redemption and salvation.

1 Give to our God immortal praise; Mercy and truth are all his ways: 'Wonders of grace to God belong, 'Repeat his mercies in your song.'

2 Give to the Lord of lords renown, The King of kings with glory crown: 'His mercies ever shall endure, 'When' lords and kings are known 'no more.'

3 He built the earth, he spread the sky, And fix'd the starry lights on high; 'Wonders of grace to God belong, 'Repeat his mercies in your song.'

4 He fills the sun with morning light, He bids the moon direct the night: 'His mercies ever shall endure, 'When' suns and moons shall shine 'no more.'

5 The Jews he freed from Pharaoh's hand, And brought them to the promis'd land; 'Wonders of grace to God belong, 'Repeat his mercies in your song.'

6 He saw the Gentiles dead in sin, And felt his pity work within: 'His mercies ever shall endure, 'When' death and sin shall reign 'no more.'

7 He sent his Son with power to save From guilt, and darkness, and the grave: 'Wonders of grace to God belong, 'Repeat his mercies in your song.'

8 Thro' this vain world he guides our feet, And leads us to his heavenly seat: 'His mercies ever shall endure, 'When' this vain world shall be 'no more.'

Psalm 138. Restoring and preserving grace.

1 [With all my powers of heart and tongue I'll praise my Maker in my song: Angels shall hear the notes I raise, Approve the song, and join the praise.

2 Angels that make thy church their care Shall witness my devotions there, While holy zeal directs my eyes To thy fair temple in the skies.]

3 I'll sing thy truth and mercy, Lord, I'll sing the wonders of thy word; Not all thy works and names below So much thy power and glory show.

4 To God I cry'd when troubles rose; He heard me, and subdu'd my foes, He did my rising fears control, And strength diffus'd thro' all my soul.

5 The God of heaven maintains his state, Frowns on the proud and scorns the great; But from his throne descends to see The sons of humble poverty.

6 Amidst a thousand snares I stand Upheld and guarded by thy hand; Thy words my fainting soul revive, And keep my dying faith alive.

7 Grace will complete what grace begins, To save from sorrows or from sins; The work that wisdom undertakes Eternal mercy ne'er forsakes.

Psalm 139:1. First Part. L. M. The all-seeing God.

1 Lord, thou hast search'd and seen me thro'; Thine eye commands with piercing view My rising and my resting hours, My heart and flesh with all their powers.

2 My thoughts, before they are my own, Are to my God distinctly known; He knows the words I mean to speak Ere from my opening lips they break.

3 Within thy circling power I stand; On every side I find thy hand: Awake, asleep, at home, abroad, I am surrounded still with God.

4 Amazing knowledge, vast and great! What large extent! what lofty height! My soul, with all the powers I boast, Is in the boundless prospect lost.

5 "O may these thoughts possess my breast, "Where'er I rove where'er I rest! "Nor let my weaker passions dare "Consent to sin, for God is there."

PAUSE I.

6 Could I so false, so faithless prove, To quit thy service and thy love, Where, Lord, could I thy presence shun, Or from thy dreadful glory run?

7 If up to heaven I take my flight, 'Tis there thou dwell'st enthron'd in light; Or dive to hell, there vengeance reigns, And Satan groans beneath thy chains.

8 If mounted on a morning ray, I fly beyond the western sea, Thy swifter hand would first arrive, And there arrest thy fugitive.

9 Or should I try to shun thy sight Beneath the spreading veil of night, One glance of thine, one piercing ray, Would kindle darkness into day.

10 "O may these thoughts possess my breast, "Where'er I rove, where'er I rest! "Nor let my weaker passions dare "Consent to sin, for God is there."

PAUSE II.

11 The veil of night is no disguise, No screen from thy all-searching eyes; Thy hand can seize thy foes as soon, Thro' midnight shades as blazing noon.

12 Midnight and noon in this agree, Great God, they're both alike to thee: Not death can hide what God will spy, And hell lies naked to his eye.

13 "O may these thoughts possess my breast, "Where'er I rove where'er I rest! "Nor let my weaker passions dare "Consent to sin, for God is there."

Psalm 139:2. Second Part. L. M. The wonderful formation of man.

1 'Twas from thy hand, my God, I came, A work of such a curious frame; In me thy fearful wonders shine, And each proclaims thy skill divine.

2 Thine eyes did all my limbs survey, Which yet in dark confusion lay; Thou saw'st the daily growth they took, Form'd by the model of thy book.

3 By thee my growing parts were nam'd, And what thy sovereign counsels fram'd, (The breathing lungs, the beating heart) Was copy'd with unerring art.

4 At last, to shew my Maker's name, God stamp'd his image on my frame, And in some unknown moment join'd The finish'd members to the mind.

5 There the young seeds of thought began And all the passions of the man: Great God, our infant nature pays Immortal tribute to thy praise.

PAUSE.

6 Lord, since in my advancing age I've acted on life's busy stage, Thy thoughts of love to me surmount The power of numbers to recount.

7 I could survey the ocean o'er, And count each sand that makes the shore, Before my swiftest thoughts could trace The numerous wonders of thy grace.

8 These on my heart are still impress'd, With these I give my eyes to rest; And at my waking hour I find God and his love possess my mind.

Psalm 139:3. Third Part. L. M. Sincerity professed, and grace tried; or, The heart- searching of God.

1 My God, what inward grief I feel When impious men transgress thy will! I mourn to hear their lips profane Take thy tremendous Name in vain.

2 Does not my soul detest and hate The sons of malice and deceit? Those that oppose thy laws and thee I count them enemies to me.

3 Lord, search my soul, try every thought; Tho' my own heart accuse me not Of walking in a false disguise, I beg the trial of thine eyes.

4 Doth secret mischief lurk within? Do I indulge some unknown sin? O turn my feet whene'er I stray, And lead me in thy perfect way.

Psalm 139:4. First Part. C. M. God is every where.

1 In all my vast concerns with thee In vain my soul would try To shun thy presence, Lord, or flee The notice of thine eye.

2 Thy all-surrounding sight surveys My rising and my rest, My public walks, my private ways, And secrets of my breast.

3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord Before they're form'd within: And ere my lips pronounce the word, He knows the sense I mean.

4 O wondrous knowledge, deep and high! Where can a creature hide? Within thy circling arms I lie, Beset on every side.

5 So let thy grace surround me still, And like a bulwark prove, To guard my soul from every ill, Secur'd by sovereign love.

PAUSE.

6 Lord, where shall guilty souls retire, Forgotten and unknown? In hell they meet thy dreadful fire, In heaven thy glorious throne.

7 Should I suppress my vital breath To 'scape the wrath divine, Thy voice would break the bars of death, And make the grave resign.

8 If wing'd with beams of morning light, I fly beyond the west, Thy hand, which must support my flight, Would soon betray my rest.

9 If o'er my sins I think to draw The curtains of the night, Those flaming eyes that guard thy law Would turn the shades to light.

10 The beams of noon, the midnight hour, Are both alike to thee: O may I ne'er provoke that power From which I cannot flee!

Psalm 139:5. Second Part. C. M. The wisdom of God in the formation of man.

1 When I with pleasing wonder stand, And all my frame survey, Lord, 'tis thy work; I own thy hand Thus built my humble clay.

2 Thy hand my heart and reins possest Where unborn nature grew, Thy wisdom all my features trac'd, And all my members drew.

3 Thine eye with nicest care survey'd The growth of every part; Till the whole scheme thy thoughts had laid Was copied by thy art.

4 Heaven, earth, and sea, and fire, and wind, Shew me thy wondrous skill; But I review myself, and find Diviner wonders still.

5 Thy awful glories round me shine, My flesh proclaims thy praise; Lord, to thy works of nature join Thy miracles of grace.

Psalm 139:6. 14 17 18. Third Part. C. M. The mercies of God innumerable.

An evening psalm.

1 Lord, when I count thy mercies o'er, They strike me with surprise; Not all the sands that spread the shore To equal numbers rise.

2 My flesh with fear and wonder stands, The product of thy skill, And hourly blessings from thy hands, Thy thoughts of love reveal.

3 These on my heart by night I keep; How kind, how dear to me! O may the hour that ends my sleep Still find my thoughts with thee.

Psalm 141. 2-5. Watchfulness, and brotherly reproof.

A morning or evening psalm.

1 My God, accept my early vows, Like morning incense in thine house, And let my nightly worship rise Sweet as the evening sacrifice.

2 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord, From every rash and heedless word; Nor let my feet incline to tread The guilty path where sinners lead.

3 O may the righteous, when I stray, Smite, and reprove my wandering way! Their gentle words, like ointment shed, Shall never bruise, but cheer my head.

4 When I behold them prest with grief, I'll cry to heaven for their relief; And by my warm petitions prove how much I prize their faithful love.

Psalm 142. God is the hope of the helpless.

1 To God I made my sorrows known, From God I sought relief; In long complaints before his throne I pour'd out all my grief.

2 My soul was overwhelm'd with woes, My heart began to break; My God, who all my burdens knows, He knows the way I take.

3 On every side I cast mine eye, And found my helpers gone, While friends and strangers pass'd me by Neglected or unknown.

4 Then did I raise a louder cry, And call'd thy mercy near, "Thou art my portion when I die, "Be thou my refuge here."

5 Lord, I am brought exceeding low, Now let thine ear attend, And make my foes who vex me know I've an almighty Friend.

6 From my sad prison set me free, Then shall I praise thy Name, And holy men shall join with me Thy kindness to proclaim.

Psalm 143. Complaint of heavy afflictions in mind and body.

1 My righteous Judge, my gracious God, Hear when I spread my hands abroad And cry for succour from thy throne, O make thy truth and mercy known.

2 Let judgment not against me pass; Behold thy servant pleads thy grace: Should justice call us to thy bar, No man alive is guiltless there.

3 Look down in pity, Lord, and see The mighty woes that burden me; Down to the dust my life is brought, Like one long bury'd and forgot.

4 I dwell in darkness and unseen, My heart is desolate within; My thoughts in musing silence trace The ancient wonders of thy grace.

5 Thence I derive a glimpse of hope To bear my sinking spirits up; I stretch my hands to God again, And thirst like parched lands for rain.

6 For thee I thirst, I pray, I mourn; When will thy smiling face return? Shall all my joys on earth remove? And God for ever hide his love?

7 My God, thy long delay to save Will sink thy prisoner to the grave; My heart grows faint, and dim mine eye; Make haste to help before I die.

8 The night is witness to my tears, Distressing pains, distressing fears; O might I hear thy morning voice, How would my weary'd powers rejoice!

9 In thee I trust, to thee I sigh, And lift my heavy soul on high, For thee sit waiting all the day, And wear the tiresome hours away.

10 Break off my fetters, Lord, and show Which is the path my feet should go; If snares and foes beset the road, I flee to hide me near my God.

11 Teach me to do thy holy will, And lead me to thy heavenly hill; Let the good Spirit of thy love Conduct me to thy courts above.

12 Then shall my soul no more complain, The tempter then shall rage in vain; And flesh that was my foe before, Shall never vex my spirit more.

Psalm 144:1. 1 2. First Part. Assistance and victory in the spiritual warfare.

1 For ever blessed be the Lord, My Saviour and my shield; He sends his Spirit with his word To arm me for the field.

2 When sin and hell their force unite, He makes my soul his care, Instructs me to the heavenly fight, And guards me thro' the war.

3 A friend and helper so divine Doth my weak courage raise; He makes the glorious victory mine, And his shall be the praise.

Psalm 144:2. 3 4 5 6. Second Part. The vanity of man, and condescension of God.

1 Lord, what is man, poor feeble man, Born of the earth at first! His life a shadow, light and vain, Still hasting to the dust.

2 O what is feeble dying man Or any of his race, That God should make it his concern To visit him with grace!

3 That God who darts his lightnings down, Who shakes the worlds above, And mountains tremble at his frown, How wondrous is his love.

Psalm 144:3. 12-15. Third Part. Grace above riches; or, The happy nation.

1 Happy the city, where their sons Like pillars round a palace set, And daughters bright as polish'd stones Give strength and beauty to the state.

2 Happy the country, where the sheep, Cattle, and corn, have large increase; Where men securely work or sleep, Nor sons of plunder break the peace.

3 Happy the nation thus endow'd, But more divinely blest are those On whom the all-sufficient God Himself with all his grace bestows.

Psalm 145:1. L. M. The greatness of God.

1 My God, my King, thy various praise Shall fill the remnant of my days; Thy grace employ my humble tongue Till death and glory raise the song.

2 The wings of every hour shall bear Some thankful tribute to thine ear; And every setting sun shall see New works of duty done for thee.

3 Thy truth and justice I'll proclaim; Thy bounty flows, an endless stream, Thy mercy swift, thine anger slow, But dreadful to the stubborn foe.

4 Thy works with sovereign glory shine, And speak thy majesty divine; Let Britain round her shores proclaim The sound and honour of thy Name.

5 Let distant times and nations raise The long succession of thy praise; And unborn ages make my song The joy and labour of their tongue.

6 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds? Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds! Vast and unsearchable thy ways! Vast and immortal be thy praise!

Psalm 145:2. 1-7 11-13. First Part. The greatness of God.

1 Long as I live I'll bless thy Name, My King, my God of love; My work and joy shall be the same In the bright world above.

2 Great is the Lord, his power unknown, And let his praise be great: I'll sing the honours of thy throne, Thy works of grace repeat.

3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue; And while my lips rejoice, The men that hear my sacred song Shall join their cheerful voice.

4 Fathers to Sons shall teach thy Name, And children learn thy ways; Ages to come thy truth proclaim, And nations sound thy praise.

5 Thy glorious deeds of ancient date Shall thro' the world be known; Thine arm of power, thy heavenly state, With public splendor shown.

6 The world is manag'd by thy hands, Thy saints are rul'd by love; And thine eternal kingdom stands, Tho' rocks and hills remove.

Psalm 145:3. 7 &c. Second Part. The goodness of God.

1 Sweet is the memory of thy grace, My God, my heavenly king; Let age to age thy righteousness In sounds of glory sing.

2 God reigns on high, but not confines His goodness to the skies; Thro' the whole earth his bounty shines, And every want supplies.

3 With longing eyes thy creatures wait On thee for daily food, Thy liberal hand provides their meat And fills their mouths with good.

4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord! How slow thine anger moves! But soon he sends his pardoning word To cheer the souls he loves.

5 Creatures, with all their endless race, Thy power and praise proclaim; But saints that taste thy richer grace Delight to bless thy Name.

Psalm 145:4. 14 17 &c. Third Part. Mercy to sufferers; or, God hearing prayer.

1 Let every tongue thy goodness speak, Thou sovereign Lord of all; Thy strengthening hands uphold the weak, And raise the poor that fall.

2 When sorrow bows the spirit down, Or virtue lies distrest Beneath some proud oppressor's frown, Thou giv'st the mourners rest.

3 The Lord supports our tottering days, And guides our giddy youth; Holy and just are all his ways, And all his words are truth.

4 He knows the pains his servants feel, He hears his children cry, And their best wishes to fulfil His grace is ever nigh.

5 His mercy never shall remove From men of heart sincere; He saves the souls whose humble love Is join'd with holy fear.

6 [His stubborn foes his sword shall slay, And pierce their hearts with pain; But none that serve the Lord shall say, "They sought his aid in vain."]

7 [My lips shall dwell upon his praise, And spread his fame abroad; Let all the sons of Adam raise The honours of their God.]

Psalm 146:1. L. M. Praise to God for his goodness and truth.

1 Praise ye the Lord, my heart shall join In work so pleasant, so divine, Now, while the flesh is mine abode, And when my soul ascends to God.

2 Praise shall employ my noblest powers, While immortality endures; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life and thought and being last.

3 Why should I make a man my trust? Princes must die and turn to dust; Their breath departs, their pomp and power And thoughts, all vanish in an hour.

4 Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel's God: he made the sky, And earth and seas with all their train, And none shall find his promise vain.

5 His truth for ever stands secure; He saves th' opprest, he feeds the poor; He sends the labouring conscience peace, And grants the prisoner sweet release.

6 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind; The Lord supports the sinking mind; He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless.

7 He loves his saints, he knows them well, But turns the wicked down to hell: Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns; Praise him in everlasting strains.

Psalm 146:2. As the 113th Psalm. Praise to God for his goodness and truth.

1 I'll praise my Maker with my breath; And when my voice is lost in death Praise shall employ my nobler powers: My days of praise shall ne'er he past While life and thought and being last, Or immortality endures.

2 Why should I make a man my trust? Princes must die and turn to dust; Vain is the help of flesh and blood: Their breath departs, their pomp and power, And thoughts all vanish in an hour, Nor can they make their promise good.

3 Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel's God: he made the sky, And earth and seas with all their train; His truth for ever stands secure; He saves th' opprest, he feeds the poor, And none shall find his promise vain.

4 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind; The Lord supports the sinking mind; He sends the labouring conscience peace: He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless, And grants the prisoner sweet release.

5 He loves his saints; he knows them well, But turns the wicked down to hell; Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns: Let every tongue, let every age, In this exalted work engage; Praise him in everlasting strains.

6 I'll praise him while he lends me breath, And when my voice is lost in death Praise shall employ my nobler powers: My days of praise shall ne'er be past While life and thought and being last, Or immortality endures.

Psalm 147:1. First Part. The divine nature, providence and grace.

1 Praise ye the Lord; 'tis good to raise Our hearts and voices in his praise; His nature and his works invite To make this duty our delight.

2 The Lord builds up Jerusalem, And gathers nations to his Name: His mercy melts the stubborn soul, And makes the broken spirit whole.

3 He form'd the stars, those heavenly flames, He counts their numbers, calls their names: His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound, A deep where all our thoughts are drown'd.

4 Great is our Lord, and great his might; And all his glories infinite: He crowns the meek, rewards the just, And treads the wicked to the dust.

PAUSE.

5 Sing to the Lord, exalt him high, Who spreads his cloud all round the sky, There he prepares the fruitful rain, Nor lets the drops descend in vain.

6 He makes the grass the hills adorn, And clothes the smiling fields with corn, The beasts with food his hands supply, And the young ravens when they cry.

7 What is the creature's skill or force, The sprightly man, the warlike horse, The nimble wit, the active limb? All are too mean delights for him.

8 But saints are lovely in his sight; He views his children with delight: He sees their hope, he knows their fear, And looks and loves his image there.

Psalm 147:2. Second Part. Summer and winter.

A song for Great Britain.

1 O Britain, praise thy mighty God, And make his honours known abroad, He bid the ocean round thee flow; Not bars of brass could guard thee so.

2 Thy children are secure and blest; Thy shores have peace, thy cities rest; He feeds thy sons with finest wheat, And adds his blessing to their meat.

3 Thy changing season he ordains, Thine early and thy later rains: His flakes of snow like wool he sends, And thus the springing corn defends.

4 With hoary frost he strews the ground; His hail descends with clattering sound: Where is the man so vainly bold That dares defy his dreadful cold?

5 He bids the southern breezes blow, The ice dissolves, the waters flow; But he hath nobler works and ways To call the Britons to his praise.

6 To all the Isle his laws are shown, His gospel thro' the nation known; He hath not thus reveal'd his word To every land: Praise ye the Lord.

Psalm 147:3. 7-9 13-18. C. M. The seasons of the year.

1 With songs and honours sounding loud Address the Lord on high; Over the heavens he spreads his cloud, And waters veil the sky.

2 He sends his showers of blessing down To cheer the plains below; He makes the grass the mountains crown, And corn in vallies grow.

3 He gives the grazing ox his meat, He hears the ravens cry; But man, who tastes his finest wheat, Should raise his honours high.

4 His steady counsels change the face Of the declining year; He bids the sun cut short his race, And wintry days appear.

5 His hoary frost, his fleecy snow Descend and clothe the ground; The liquid streams forbear to flow, In icy fetters bound.

6 When from his dreadful stores on high He pours the rattling hail, The wretch that dares this God defy Shall find his courage fail.

7 He sends his word and melts the snow, The fields no longer mourn; He calls the warmer gales to blow, And bids the spring return.

8 The changing wind, the flying cloud, Obey his mighty word: With songs and honours sounding loud, Praise ye the sovereign Lord.

Psalm 148:1. P. M. Praise to God from all creatures.

1 Ye tribes of Adam, join With heaven, and earth, and seas, And offer notes divine To your Creator's praise: Ye holy throng Of angels bright, In worlds of light, Begin the song.

2 Thou sun with dazzling rays, And moon that rules the night, Shine to your Maker's praise, With stars of twinkling light: His power declare, Ye floods on high, And clouds that fly In empty air.

3 The shining worlds above In glorious order stand, Or in swift courses move By his supreme command: He spake the word, And all their frame From nothing came To praise the Lord.

4 He mov'd their mighty wheels In unknown ages past, And each his word fulfils While time and nature last: In different ways His works proclaim His wondrous Name, And speak his praise.

PAUSE.

5 Let all the earth-born race, And monsters of the deep, The fish that cleave the seas, Or in their bosom sleep, From sea and shore Their tribute pay, And still display Their Maker's power.

6 Ye vapours, hail, and snow, Praise ye Th' almighty Lord, And stormy winds that blow To execute his word: When lightnings shine, Or thunders roar, Let earth adore His hand divine.

7 Ye mountains near the skies, With lofty cedars there, And trees of humbler size, That fruit in plenty bear; Beasts wild and tame, Birds, flies, and worms, In various forms Exalt his Name.

8 Ye kings and judges, fear The Lord, the sovereign King; And while you rule us here, His heavenly honours sing: Nor let the dream Of power and state Make you forget His power supreme.

9 Virgins, and youths, engage To sound his praise divine, While infancy and age Their feebler voices join: Wide as he reigns His Name be sung By every tongue In endless strains.

10 Let all the nations fear The God that rules above; He brings his people near, And makes them taste his love: While earth and sky Attempt his praise, His saints shall raise His honours high.

Psalm 148:2. Paraphrased. L. M. Universal praise to God.

1 Loud hallelujahs to the Lord, From distant worlds where creatures dwell: Let heaven begin the solemn word, And sound it dreadful down to hell.

Note. This psalm may be sung to the tune of the old 112th or 127th Psalm, if these two lines be added to every stanza, viz.

Each of his works his Name displays, But they can ne'er fulfil the praise.

Otherwise it must be sung to the usual tunes of the Long Metre.

2 The Lord! how absolute he reigns! Let every angel bend the knee; Sing of his love in heavenly strains, And speak how fierce his terrors be.

3 High on a throne his glories dwell, An awful throne of shining bliss: Fly thro' the world, O sun, and tell How dark thy beams compar'd to his.

4 Awake, ye tempests, and his fame In sounds of dreadful praise declare; And the sweet whisper of his Name Fill every gentler breeze of air.

5 Let clouds, and winds, and waves agree To join their praise with blazing fire; Let the firm earth, and rolling sea, In this eternal song conspire.

6 Ye flowery plains, proclaim his skill; Vallies, lie low before his eye; And let his praise from every hill Rise tuneful to the neighbouring sky.

7 Ye stubborn oaks, and stately pines, Bend your high branches and adore: Praise him, ye beasts, in different strains; The lamb must bleat, the lion roar.

8 Birds, ye must make his praise your theme, Nature demands a song from you; While the dumb fish that cut the stream Leap up, and mean his praises too.

9 Mortals, can you refrain your tongue, When nature all around you sings? O for a shout from old and young, From humble swains, and lofty kings!

10 Wide as his vast dominion lies Make the Creator's name be known; Loud as his thunder shout his praise, And sound it lofty as his throne.

11 Jehovah! 'tis a glorious word, O may it dwell on every tongue! But saints who best have known the Lord Are bound to raise the noblest song.

12 Speak of the wonders of that love Which Gabriel plays on every chord: From all below and all above, Loud hallelujahs to the Lord!

Psalm 148:3. S. M. Universal praise.

1 Let every creature join To praise th' eternal God; Ye heavenly hosts, the song begin, And sound his Name abroad.

2 Thou sun with golden beams, And moon with paler rays; Ye starry lights, ye twinkling flames, Shine to your Maker's praise.

3 He built those worlds above, And fix'd their wondrous frame; By his command they stand or move, And ever speak his Name.

4 Ye vapours, when ye rise, Or fall in showers, or snow, Ye thunders, murmuring round the skies, His power and glory show.

5 Wind, hail, and flashing fire, Agree to praise the Lord, When ye in dreadful storms conspire To execute his word.

6 By all his works above His honours be exprest; But saints that taste his saving love Should sing his praises best.

PAUSE I.

7 Let earth and ocean know They owe their Maker praise; Praise him, ye watery worlds below, And monsters of the seas.

8 From mountains near the sky Let his high praise resound, From humble shrubs and cedars high, And vales and fields around.

9 Ye lions of the wood, And tamer beasts that graze, Ye live upon his daily food, And he expects your praise.

10 Ye birds of lofty wing, On high his praises bear; Or sit on flowery boughs, and sing Your Maker's glory there.

11 Ye creeping ants and worms, His various wisdom show, And flies, in all your shining swarms, Praise him that drest you so.

12 By all the earth-born race His honours be exprest; But saints that know his heavenly grace Should learn to praise him best.

PAUSE II.

13 Monarchs of wide command, Praise ye th' eternal King; Judges, adore that sovereign hand Whence all your honours spring.

14 Let vigorous youth engage To sound his praises high; While growing babes, and withering age, Their feebler voices try.

15 United zeal be shown, His wondrous fame to raise; God is the Lord: his name alone Deserves our endless praise.

16 Let nature join with art, And all pronounce him blest; But saints that dwell so near his heart, Should sing his praises best.

Psalm 149. Praise God, all his saints; or, The saints judging the world.

1 All ye that love the Lord, rejoice, And let your songs be new; Amidst the church with cheerful voice His later wonders shew.

2 The Jews, the people of his grace, Shall their Redeemer sing; And Gentile nations join the praise, While Zion owns her King.

3 The Lord takes pleasure in the just, Whom sinners treat with scorn; The meek that lie despis'd in dust Salvation shall adorn.

4 Saints should be joyful in their King, Ev'n on a dying bed; And like the souls in glory sing, For God shall raise the dead.

5 Then his high praise shall fill their tongues, Their hands shall wield the sword; And vengeance shall attend their songs, The vengeance of the Lord.

6 When Christ his judgment-seat ascends, And bids the world appear, Thrones are prepar'd for all his friends, Who humbly lov'd him here.

7 Then shall they rule with iron rod Nations that dar'd rebel; And join the sentence of their God On tyrants doom'd to hell.

8 The royal sinners bound in chains New triumphs shall afford; Such honour for the saints remains: Praise ye, and love the Lord.

Psalm 150. 1 2 6.

A song of praise.

1 In God's own house pronounce his praise, His grace he there reveals; To heaven your joy and wonder raise, For there his glory dwells.

2 Let all your sacred passions move, While you rehearse his deeds; But the great work of saving love Your highest praise exceeds.

3 All that have motion, life, and breath, Proclaim your Maker blest; Yet when my voice expires in death, My soul shall praise him best.

Doxology.

The Christian Doxology.

Long Metre.

To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, Three in One, Be honour, praise, and glory given, By all on earth, and all in heaven.

Common Metre.

Let God the Father, and the Son, And Spirit be ador'd, Where there are works to make him known, Or saints to love the Lord.

Common Metre.

Where the tune includes two stanzas.

1 The God of mercy be ador'd, Who calls our souls from death, Who saves by his redeeming word, And new-creating breath.

2 To praise the Father and the Son And Spirit all divine, The One in Three, and Three in One, Let saints and angels join.

Short Metre.

Ye angels round the throne, And saints that dwell below, Worship the Father, love the Son, And bless the Spirit too.

As the 113th Psalm.

Now to the great and sacred Three, The Father, Son, and Spirit be Eternal praise and glory given, Thro' all the worlds where God is known, By all the angels near the throne, And all the saints in earth and heaven.

As the 148th Psalm.

To God the Father's throne Perpetual honours raise, Glory to God the Son, To God the Spirit praise: With all our powers, Eternal King, Thy Name we sing, While faith adores.

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