O COME, new fongs of triumph fing! Loud let us thank our heav'nly King! O come, to his full courts repair, For God the Lord, enthron'd in state, He is the Shepherd, He will keep PSALM XCVII. St. Michael's. THE Lord is King-Jehovah reigns— The rifing hills, the spreading plains, The earth is glad-all nature smiles- Array'd as judge, behold he comes !- Before Him burns devouring fire The mountains melt, the feas retire, But, while his foes with pale difinay Lift up your heads, ye faints! rejoice! Nor dread the folemn trumpet's voice!— Redemption draweth nigh. The Lord is King-Jehovah reigns- The earth is glad-all nature fmiles- Their great Creator blefs. YE people all, on earth who dwell, Sing to the Lord with chearful voice! For know, the Lord is God alone; O enter then his gates with praife! For God is gracious, juft, and good, His truth at all times firm hath stood, Ilington. PSALM C. WITH one confent let all mankind To God their chearful voices raife! Glad homage pay with grateful mind, And fing before Him songs of praise! Know ye, that He is God alone, From whom on earth all joys proceed : We are the flock he calls his own, The flock, which he vouchfafes to feed. O enter then the hallow'd gate, Thence to his courts devoutly prefs! Your pious vows in hymns repeat ! His name with thankful praises bless! |