While fields & floods, rocks, hills & plains, Repeat the sounding joy.

3 No more let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground;

He comes to make his blessings flow
Far as the curse is found.

4 He rules the world with truth and grace;
And makes the nations prove
The glories of his righteousness,
And wonders of his love.

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PSALM XCIX.

THE Lord Jehovah reigns,
Let all the nations fear;

Let sinners tremble at his throne,
And saints be humble there.

Jesus the Saviour reigns;

Let earth adore its Lord:

Bright cherubs his attendants stand,

Swift to fulfil his word.

His honours are divine;

His church shall make his wonders known,
For there his glories shine!

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How holy is his name!

How terrible his praise!

Justice and truth, and judgment join,

In all his works of grace.

PSALM C.

1 ALL people that on earth do dwell,
Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice:
Him serve with fear, his praise forth tell,
Come ye before him, and rejoice.

2 The Lord, ye know, is God indeed;
Without our aid he did us make:
We are his flock, he doth us feed;
And for his sheep he doth us take.

3 O enter then his gates with praise, Approach with joy his courts unto : Praise, laud, and bless his name always, For it is seemly so to do.

4 For why? the Lord our God is good:
His mercy is for ever sure:

His truth at all times firmly stood,
And shall from age to age endure.

1 YE nations round the earth rejoice, Before the Lord, your sov'reign King; Serve him with cheerful heart and voice, With all your tongues his glories sing. 2 The Lord is God: 'tis he alone

Doth life and breath and being give; We are his work, and not our own; The sheep that on his pastures live. 3 Enter his gates with songs of joy, With praises to his courts repair; And make it your divine employ To pay your thanks and honours there. 4 The Lord is good, the Lord is kind; Great is his grace, his mercy sure; And the whole race of men shall find His truth from age to age endure.

PSALM C. VERSION III.

1 BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations, bow with sacred joy:

Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and he destroy.

2 His sov'reign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and form'd us men;
And when like wand'ring sheep we stray'd,
He brought us to his fold again.

3 We are his people, we his care,
Our souls and all our mortal frame:
What lasting honours shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to thy name?

4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heav'ns our voices raise;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
5 Wide as the world is thy command;
Vast as eternity thy love:

Firm as a rock thy truth must stand, When rolling years shall cease to move.

PSALM CII.

1 LET Zion and her sons rejoice; Behold the promis'd hour:

Her God hath heard her mourning voice,
And comes t' exalt his pow'r.

2 Her dust and ruins that remain
Are precious in our eyes;
Those ruins shall be built again,
And all that dust shall rise.

3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem,
And stand in glory there;
Nations shall bow before his name,
And kings attend with fear.

4 He sits a sov'reign on his throne,
With pity in his eyes;

He hears the dying pris'ners' groan,
And answers all their sighs.

5 This shall be known when we are dead,
And left on long record,
That ages yet unborn may read,
And trust and praise the Lord.

} THROUGH endless years thou art the same, O thou eternal God!

Ages to come shall know thy name,
And tell thy works abroad.

2 The strong foundations of the earth
Of old by thee were laid:

By thee the beauteous arch of heav'n
With wondrous skill was made.

3 Soon shall this goodly frame of things,
Form'd by thy powerful hand,
Be, like a vesture, laid aside,
And chang'd at thy command.

4 But thy perfections, all divine,
Eternal as thy days,

Through everlasting ages shine
With undiminish'd rays.

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PSALM CIII.

O BLESS the Lord, my soul!
Let all within me join,

And aid my tongue to bless his name,
Whose favours are divine.

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O bless the Lord, my soul! Nor let his mercies lie Forgotten in unthankfulness, And without praises die.

'Tis he forgives thy sins;
"Tis he relieves thy pain;
'Tis he that heals thy sicknesses,
And makes thee young again.

4 He crowns thy life with love,
When ransom'd from the grave:
He that redeem'd my soul from hell,
Hath sov'reign power to save.

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His wondrous works and ways
He made by Moses known;

But sent the world his truth and grace
By his beloved Son,

PSALM CIII. PART II.

1 THE Lord, the universal King,
In heav'n has fix'd his lofty throne:
To him, ye angels, praises sing,

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For in your strength his power is shewn.

2 Ye that his just commands obey,

And hear and do his sacred will;
Ye hosts of his, this tribute pay,
Who still what he ordains fulfil.

3 Let every creature join to bless
The mighty Lord; and thou, my heart,
With grateful joy thy thanks express,
And in this concert bear thy part.

PSALM CIV.

BLESS God, O my soul, rejoice in his name! O Lord, let my voice thy greatness proclaim;