4 Thou, Lord, art good; nor only good,
But prompt to pardon too;
Of plenteous mercy to all those,
Who for thy mercy sue.
OD's city shall full well endure;
Her groundwork still doth stay
Upon the holy hills secure;
It never can decay.
2 God loves the gates of Sion best,
His grace doth there abide;
He loves them more than all the rest
Of Jacob's tents beside.
3 Full glorious things reported be
In Sion and abroad:
Great things and high are said of thee,
Thou city of our God.
To thee, my God and Saviour, I
By day and night address my cry;
my mournful voice to hear,
my distress incline thine ear:
2 For seas of trouble me invade;
My soul draws nigh to death's cold shade;
Like one, whose strength and hopes are fled,
They number me among the dead.
3 To thee, O Lord, I cry, forlorn ;
My pray'r prevents the early morn.
Why hast thou, Lord, my soul forsook,
Nor once vouchsaf'd a gracious look ?
HY mercies, Lord, shall be my song;
My song on them shall ever dwell;
To ages yet unborn my tongue
Thy never-failing truth shall tell.
2 I have affirm'd, and still maintain,
Thy mercy shall for ever last;
Thy truth, that does the heav'ns sustain,
Like them shall stand for ever fast.
3 For such stupendous truth and love,
Both heav'n and earth just praises owe,
By choirs of angels sung above,
And by assembled saints below.
4 With rev'rence and religious dread,
His saints should to his temple press;
His fear through all their hearts should spread,
Who his almighty Name confess.
5 For in thy strength they shall advance,
Whose conquests from thy favour spring;
The Lord of hosts is our defence,
And Israel's God is Israel's King.
LORD, the saviour and defence
Of us thy chosen race!
From age to age thou still hast been
Our sure abiding-place.
2 Before thou brought'st the mountains forth,
Or earth and world didst frame,
Thou always wert the mighty God,
And ever art the same.
3 So teach us, Lord, th' uncertain sum
Of our short days to mind,
That to true wisdom all our hearts
May ever be inclin’d.
1 HE that has God his Guardian made,
Shall under the Almighty's shade
Secure and undisturb'd abide.
Thus to my soul of him I'll say,
He is my fortress and my stay,
My God, in whom I will confide.
2 His tender love and watchful care
Shall free thee from the fowler's snare,
And from the noisome pestilence:
He over thee his wings shall spread,
And cover thy unguarded head :
His truth shall be thy strong defence.
[OW good and pleasant must it be,
To thank the Lord most high;
And, with repeated hymns of praise,
His Name to magnify!—
2 With ev'ry morning's early dawn,
His goodness to relate;
And of his constant truth each night
The glad effects repeat!
3 For through thy wondrous works, O Lord,
Thou mak'st my heart rejoice;
The thoughts of them shall make me glad,
And sing with cheerful voice.
WITH glory clad, with strength array'd,
The Lord, that o'er all nature reigns,
The world's foundations strongly laid,
And the vast fabric still sustains.
2 How surely 'stablish'd is thy throne,
Which shall no change or period see!
For thou, O Lord, and thou alone,
Art God from all eternity.
3 The floods, O Lord, lift up their voice,
And toss their troubled waves on high;
But God above can still their noise,
And make the angry sea comply.
BLESS'D is the man, whom thou, O Lord,
In kindness dost chastise,
And by thy sacred rules to walk
Dost lovingly advise.
2 For God will never from his saints
His favour wholly take;
His own possession, and his lot,
He will not quite forsake.
3 The world shall then confess thee just,
In all that thou hast done;
And those that choose thine upright ways
Shall in those paths go on.
4 My sole defence is firmly plac'd
In God, the Lord most high:
He is my rock, to which I may
For refuge always fly.
H! 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.
2 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.
3 For God, the Lord, enthron'd in state,
Is with unrivall❜d glory great :-
A King, superior far to all,
Whom gods the heathen falsely call.
4 Oh! let us to his courts repair,
And bow with adoration there ;—
Low on our knees devoutly all
Before the Lord our Maker fall.
ING to the Lord a new-made song;
Let earth, in one assembled throng,
Her great Redeemer's praise resound.
Sing to the Lord, and bless his Name;
From day to day his praise proclaim,
Who us has with salvation crown'd:
To heathen lands his fame rehearse,
His wonders to the universe.
2 Proclaim aloud, Jehovah reigns,
Whose pow'r the universe sustains,
And banish'd justice will restore.
Let therefore heav'n new joys confess,
And heav'nly gladness earth express,
Its loud applause the ocean roar,—
Its mute inhabitants rejoice,
And for this triumph find a voice.
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