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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