2 When sin and hell their force unite, He makes my soul his care, Instructs me to the heav'nly fight, And guards me through the war.
3 A friend and helper so divine, Doth my weak courage raise; He makes the glorious vict'ry mine, And his shall be the praise.
PSALM CXLV. (c. M.)
1 SWEET is the mem'ry of thy grace, My God, my heav'nly 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;
Through the whole earth his bounty shines, And every want supplies.
3 With longing eyes, thy creatures wait On thee for daily food,
Thy lib'ral 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 pard'ning word, To cheer the souls he loves.
5 Creatures, with all their endless race, Thy pow'r and praise proclaim; But saints, that taste thy richer grace, Delight to bless thy name.
PSALM CXLVI. (L. M.)
1 THE praises of my God, my King, While I have life, or breath to sing, Shall fill my heart and tune my tongue, Till heav'n improve the blissful song. 2 Happy the man, whose hopes divine On Israel's guardian God recline, Who can with sacred transport say, "This God is mine, my help, my stay."
3 The Lord shall reign for ever King, And age to age his glory sing; Thy God, O happy Zion! reigns ; Resound his praise in joyful strains.
PSALM CXLVII. (c. м.)
1 O PRAISE the Lord, Jerusalem; Thy God, O Zion, praise!
Whose arm alone, thy safety brings; The strength of all thy ways.
2 Thy children he hath blest in thee, And given thy borders peace;
His love hath crown'd thy fruitful fields With harvests' glad increase.
3 To Jacob he hath fully taught The doctrines of his word; And maketh known to Israel's seed, The statutes of the Lord.
4 He hath not thus to other lands, His pow'r and love made known ; Then let us all with thankful songs, Adore his name alone.
1 YE boundless realms of joy, Exalt your Maker's fame, His praise your song employ Above the starry frame; Your voices raise,
Ye cherubim
And seraphim,
To sing his praise.
2 Thou moon, that rul'st the night, And sun, that guid'st the day; Ye glitt'ring stars of light, To him your homage pay;
His praise declare,
Ye heav'ns above,
And clouds that move In liquid air.
3 Let them adore the Lord, And praise his holy name, By whose almighty word They all from nothing came, And all shall last
From changes free;
His firm decree
Stands ever fast.
4 His chosen saints to grace, He sets them up on high, And favours Israel's race, Who still to him are nigh; O therefore raise
Your grateful voice, And still rejoice The Lord to praise.
PSALM CL. (L. M.)
First Version.
1 O PRAISE the Lord, in that blest place, From whence his goodness largely flows; Praise him in heav'n, where he his face Unveil'd in perfect glory shows.
2 Praise him for all the mighty acts Which he in our behalf has done; His kindness this return exacts, With which our praise should equal run. 3 Let all that vital breath enjoy, The breath he does to them afford, In just returns of praise employ ; Let ev'ry creature praise the Lord.
PSALM CL. (7's.)
Second Version.
1 PRAISE, O praise the name divine; Praise it at the hallow'd shrine; Let the firmament on high, To its Maker's praise reply. 2 Ev'ry tongue, with one accord, Praise the name of Jacob's Lord; Let his acts, and power supreme, To your songs afford a theme.
3 Let the organ in his praise
Learn its loudest notes to raise: Let each voice with grateful sound From the vaulted roof rebound.
4 All who vital breath enjoy, In his praise that breath employ; And with holy zeal proclaim, Glory to Jehovah's name.
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