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.

PSALM C. (L. M.)

Second Version.

1 WITH one consent let all the earth To God their cheerful voices raise; Glad homage pay with awful mirth, And sing before him songs of praise: 2 Convinc'd that he is God alone,

From whom both we and all proceed; We, whom he chooses for his own, The flock that he vouchsafes to feed. 3 O, enter then his temple gate,

Thence to his courts devoutly press, And still your grateful hymns repeat, And still his name with praises bless. 4 For he's the Lord, supremely good; His mercy is for ever sure;

His truth, which all times firmly stood, To endless ages shall endure.

PSALM C. (L. M.)

Third Version.

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 wandering sheep we stray'd,
He brought us to his fold again.

3 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise;

And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.

4 Wide as the world, is thy command;
Vast as eternity, thy love;

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

PSALM CI. (c. M.)

1 LORD, when I lift my voice to thee,
To whom all praise belongs,
Thy justice and thy love shall be
The subject of my songs.

2 Let wisdom o'er my heart preside,
To lead my footsteps right;

And make thy perfect law my guide;
Thy service my delight.

3 From wicked men I will withdraw ;
All sinful ways forsake;

And only those who love thy law,
For my companions take.

4 Lord, that I may not go astray,
Thy constant grace impart;
O guide me in thy holy way,
And fix my wand'ring heart.

PSALM CIII. (s. M.)

1 MY soul repeat his praise,
Whose mercies are so great;
Whose anger is so slow to rise,
So ready to abate.

2 High as the heavens are rais'd
Above the ground we tread,
So far the riches of his grace
Our highest thoughts exceed.

3 His power subdues our sins,
And his forgiving love,
Far as the east is from the west,
Doth all our guilt remove.

4 The pity of the Lord,

To those that fear his name,
Is such as tender parents feel;
He knows our feeble frame.

5 He knows we are but dust,

Scatter'd with every breath;
His anger, like a rising wind,
Can send us swift to death.

6 But thy compassions, Lord,
To endless years endure;
And children's children ever find,
Thy words of promise sure.

PSALM CIV. (P. M.)
First Version.

1 MY soul praise the Lord,
Speak good of his name;
O Lord our great God,

How dost thou appear
So passing in glory,

That great is thy fame,
Honour and majesty,

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In thee shine most clear.

2 With light as a robe,
Thou hast thyself clad,
Whereby all the earth,
Thy greatness may see:
The heavens in such sort,
Thou also hast spread,
That they to a curtain,
Compared may be.

3 His chamber-beams lie
In the clouds full sure,

Which, as his chariots,

Are made him to bear;

And there with much swiftness,
In course doth endure,
Upon the wings riding,
Of winds in the air.

4 He maketh his spirits,
As heralds to go,
And lightnings to serve,
We see also prest;
His will to accomplish,
They run to and fro,
To save, or consume things,
As seemeth him best.

PSALM CIV. (P. M.)
Second Version.

1 O WORSHIP the King,
All glorious above!
Oh gratefully sing

His unchangeable love!
Our shield and defender,
The ancient of days,
Pavilion'd in splendour,
And girded with praise.
2 Oh, tell of his might!
Oh, sing of his grace!
Whose robe is the light,

Whose canopy, space;
His chariots of wrath

The deep thunder clouds form,

And dark is his path

On the wings of the storm.

3 Thy bountiful care,

What tongue can recite?
It breathes in the air,

It shines in the light,