PSALM 92.

How good and pleasant must it be
To thank the Lord most High,
And with repeated hymns of praise
His name to magnify.

With ev'ry morning's early dawn,

His goodness to relate;

And of his constant truth each night
The glad effects repeat.

To ten-string'd instruments we'll sing,
With tuneful psalt'ries join'd;

And to the harp with solemn sounds,
For saered use design'd.

For thro' thy wond'rous works, O Lord, Thou mak'st my heart rejoice;

The thoughts of them shall make me glad, And shout with cheerful voice.

PSALM 92.

It is a thing both good and meet,
To praise the highest Lord;
And to thy name, O thou most High,
To sing with one accord.

To shew the kindness of the Lord,
Before the day be light;

And to declare his truths abroad,
When it doth draw to night.

On a ten-string'd instrument,
On lute and harp so sweet;
With all the mirth you can invent,
Of instruments most meet.

For thou hast made me to rejoice In things so wrought by thee; That I have joy in heart and voice, Thy handy works to see.

PSALM 93.

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

How surely 'stablish'd is thy throne!
Which shall no change nor period see;
For thou, O Lord, and thou alone,
Art God from all eternity!

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.

Thy promise, Lord, is ever sure;

And they that in thy house would dwell, That happy station to secure

Must still in holiness excel.

F

O COME,

let

PSALM 95.

us lift up our voice,

And sing unto the Lord;

In him, our rock of health, rejoice, Let us with one accord:

Yea, let us come before his face,
To give him thanks and praise;
In singing psalms unto his grace,
Let us be glad always.

For why? the Lord he is no doubt,
A great and mighty God!
A King above all gods throughout,
In all the world abroad.

The secrets of the earth so deep,

And corners of the land;

The tops of hills that are most steep, He holds them in his hand.

PSALM 95.

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.

Into his presence let us haste,
To thank him for his favours past:
To him address in joyful songs,
The praise that to his name belongs.

For God the Lord, enthron'd in state,
Is, with unrivall'd glory, great;
A King superior far to all,
Whom, by his title, God we call.

O let us to his courts repair,
And bow with adoration there;
Down on our knees devoutly all,
Before the Lord our Maker fall.