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PSALM XCII. (L. M.)

1 SWEET is the work, my God, my King,
To praise thy name, give thanks and sing,
To show thy love by morning light,
And talk of all thy truth at night.

2 My heart shall triumph in my Lord,
And bless his works, and bless his word;
Thy works of grace, how bright they shine!
How deep thy counsels! how divine!

3 Lord, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand
In gardens planted by thine hand;
Let me within thy courts be seen,
Like a young cedar, fresh and green.

4 There grow the saints in faith and love,
Blest with thine influence from above;
Not Lebanon, with all its trees,
Yields such a comely sight as these.

5 The plants of grace shall ever live,
Nature decays, but grace must thrive;
Time that does all things else impair,
Still makes them flourish, strong, and fair.

6 Laden with fruits of age, they shew
The Lord is holy, just, and true;
None that attend his gates, shall find
A God unfaithful, or unkind.

PSALM XCIII. (L. M.)

1 WITH glory clad, with strength array'd,
The Lord, that o'er all nature reigns,
The world's foundations strongly laid,
And the vast fabric still sustains.

2 How surely stablish'd is thy throne,
Which shall no change or period see!
For thou, O Lord, and thou alone,
Art God from all eternity.

3 The floods, O Lord, lift up their voice,
And toss the troubled waves on high,
But God above can still their noise,
And make the angry sea comply.

4 Thy promise, Lord, is ever sure;
And they that in thy house would dwell,
That happy station to secure,
Must still in holiness excel.

PSALM XCV. (L. M.)

1 O COME, loud anthems let us sing,
Loud thanks to our almighty King,
For we our voices high should raise,
When our salvation's rock we praise.

2 For God, the Lord, enthron'd in state, Is with unrivall'd glory great;

A King, superior far to all,

Whom gods the heathen falsely call.

3 The depths of earth are in his hand,
Her secret wealth at his command;
The strength of hills that reach the skies,
Subjected to his empire lies.

4 The rolling ocean's vast abyss,
By the same sov'reign right is his;
'Tis mov'd by his almighty hand,
That form'd and fix'd the solid land.

5 O let us to his courts repair,
And bow with adoration there,
For he's our God, our Shepherd he,
His flock and pasture sheep are we.

PSALM XCVI. (c. M.)

1 SING to the Lord, ye distant lands,
Ye tribes of every tongue;
His new discover'd grace demands
A new and nobler song.

2 Say to the nations, Jesus reigns,
God's own almighty Son,
His power the sinking worlds sustains
And grace surrounds his throne.

3 Let an unusual joy surprise
The islands of the sea;

Ye mountains sink, ye valleys rise,
Prepare the Lord his way.

4 Behold, he comes, he comes to bless
The nations as their God;

To shew the world his righteousness,
And send his truth abroad.

PSALM XCVIII. (c. м.)

1 JOY to the world, the Lord is come:
Let earth receive her King;
him room,

Let every heart prepare

And heaven and nature sing.

2 Joy to the earth, the Saviour reigns; Let men their songs employ;

While fields and flocks, and hills and 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.

PSALM XCIX. (s. M.)

1 THE God Jehovah reigns,
Let all the nations fear;

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

2 Jesus the Saviour reigns,
Let earth adore its Lord;
Bright cherubs his attendants stand,
Swift to fulfil his word.

3 In Zion is his throne,

His honours are divine;

His church shall make his wonders known,

For there his glories shine.

4 How holy is his name!
How terrible his praise!

Justice and truth, and judgment join
In all his works of grace.

PSALM C. (L. M.)

First Version.

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 you 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.

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