130. Ps. ciii. S.M. 1 MY soul repeat his praise, 2 The pity of the Lord To those that fear his name, Is such as tender parents feel, He knows our feeble frame. 3 Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flow'r; If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, 4 But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure And children's children ever find 131. From Ps. civ. P.M. 1 O WORSHIP the King all glorious above; O gratefully sing his power and his love; Our Shield and Defender, the Ancient of days, Pavilioned in splendour, & girded with praise. 2 O tell of his might, O 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 This earth with its store of wonders untold, 4 Thy bountiful care what tongue can recite! 132. Ps. cvi L.M. 1 O RENDER thanks to God above, Whose mercy firm through ages past 2 Who can his mighty deeds express, 3 Happy are they and only they, Who from his judgements never stray, 4 Extend to me that favour, Lord, 133. Ps. cxix. C.M. 1 OH that the Lord would guide my ways, To keep his statutes still; Oh that my God would grant me grace, 2 Oh send thy spirit down to write Nor let my tongue indulge deceit, 3 Order my footsteps by thy word, 4 Make me to walk in thy commands, Nor let my head, or heart, or hands, K 134. P.M. Ps. cl. 1 PRAISE the Lord, ye heavens adore him, 2 Praise the Lord: for he hath spoken, 3 Praise the Lord; for he is glorious, God hath made his saints victorious, 4 Praise the God of our salvation, 135. Ps. cl. P.M. 1 SING praises to God, in full harmony joining Ye mortals below and ye seraphs above: Thro' earth and thro' air let your accents combining, Extol the great acts of his power and his love. 2 Oh praise him aloud in the full sounding measures, That trumpets and organs symphonious in spire, Let lutes lend their sweetness to these holy pleasures, And deeply devout be the strains of the lyre. 3 Be vocal ye mute; to the Lord of creation, In echoes your tribute of gratitude raise, And all that have breath in sublime adoration, The breath that he gave you, employ in his praise. 136. HYMNS. C.M. 1 0 THOU whose favorable eye, 2 Transgressors sunk in fatal sleep, Were they indeed the Saviours sheep, 3 Ours be the humbling joy which frees, |