To thee alone, my King, my God, 2. Thou in the morn my voice fhalt hear, 3. O let all thofe who truft in thee, 4. To righteous men, the righteous Lord, His bleffings will extend; And with his favour, all his faints, I. Thou to whom all creatures bow, Thro' all the world how great art thou, 2. When heav'n, thy beauteous work on Employs my wand'ring fight, [high, The The moon, that nightly rules the sky 3. What's man, fay I, that, Lord, thou lov'st To keep him in thy mind? Or what his offspring, that thou prov't 4. Him next in pow'r thou didst create 5. They jointly own his pow'rful fway, 6. O thou to whom all creatures bow I. God our Lord, how wonderful Thy Thy fame furmounts in dignity, 2. And when I fee the heav'ns above, 3. Ev'n by the mouth of fucking babes 4. Lord, what is man, that thou of him Or what the Son of Man, whom thou 1..TO celebrate thy praise, O Lord, I will my heart prepare: To all the lift'ning world, thy works, 2. The thoughts of them fhall to my foul, Exalted pleature bring: Whilft to thy name, O thou most high, 3. All those who have his goodness prov'd, 4. Sing praises, therefore, to the Lord, Proclaim his deeds, till all the world 1. ORD, who is he, that happy man, That he may praise thee here below, 2. 'Tis he whofe ev'ry thought and deed, 3. Who never did a flander forge, Nor Nor hearken to a false report, 4. Who to his plighted vows and truft 1 And though he promise to his lofs, 5. The man who by this fteady course, When earth's foundation shakes shall stand, By Providence fecur'd. 3. MY Y foul fhall ever blefs the Lord, And private counfel ftill afford 2. I ftrive each action to approve, No danger fhall my hopes remove, 3. Therefore my heart all grief defies, My |