To Thee, throughout the earth's wide frame
Eternal praise be given.

2 When we survey thy works on high,
The moon, which rules the night;
The stars that gild the vaulted sky,
Those moving worlds of light;—

3 Lord! what is man, that Thou shouldst love His fallen nature so!

That Thou shouldst leave thy throne above To dwell with man below! 4 O Lord! how glorious is thy name, Above the highest heaven!

To Thee throughout the earth's wide frame Eternal praise be given !

PSALM 9.

(C. M. OTFORD.)

The Christian proclaiming the praises of God.
1 To celebrate thy praise, O Lord!
We will our hearts prepare,
To all the listening world thy works,
Thy wondrous works declare.

2 The thoughts of them shall to our souls
Exalted pleasures bring;

While to thy name, O Thou most high, Triumphant praise we sing.

3 All those, who have his goodness proved, Will on his truth confide,

Whose mercy ne'er forsook the man,
Who on his help relied.

4 Sing praises therefore to the Lord,
From Zion, his abode;

Proclaim his deeds, till all the world
Confess no other God.

PSALM 9.

(C. M. MESSIAH.)

God's judgment is in righteousness.

1 BEHOLD! Jehovah lives and reigns,
High on his throne above:
His seat for judgment is prepared
In righteousness and love.

2 The saints who know their Saviour's name, And taste his pard'ning grace,

Shall all with joy before Him stand,
And see Him face to face.

3 But sinful men, who love their sins,
Must feel his vengeful rod;
The wicked shall be turn'd to hell,
And all who fear not God.

4 Arise, O Lord! and plead thy cause;
Let careless sinners fear;

And learn to tremble at thy wrath,
Before that wrath draw near.

(P. M.

PSALM 15.

SICILIAN MARINERS.)
The character of a good man.

1 WHO shall to thy chosen seat
Turn with glad approach his feet?
Who, great God! a welcome guest,
On thy hallow'd hill shall rest?

2 He, whose heart thy love hath warm'd, He, whose will to thine conform'd,

Daily lives a holy life,

Far from anger, envy, strife:

3 He, who ne'er, with cruel aim,
Seeks to wound a brother's fame,
Nor with rancorous joy possess'd,
Dares a brother's peace molest:
4 Who, from fear of man set free,
Turns from those who turn from Thee;
And to each, who Thee obeys,
Self-abased, due reverence pays:
5 He, who trusts to grace alone,
When his goodness most has shone;
He, great God! shall be thy care,
He thy constant blessings share.

PSALM 17.

(L. M. MARTIN'S LANE.)

The Christian's prospects, and the world's vanity.

1 ALL, all is vanity below!

An airy dream! an empty show! What sinners value we resign: Lord! 'tis enough that we are thine. 2 O Lord of lords, and King of kings! Shield us beneath thy heavenly wings; Keep us with thine all-seeing eye, And save us when our foes draw nigh. 3 We soon shall see thy blissful face, Redeem'd by blood, and saved by grace: O glorious hour! O blest abode ! We shall be near, and like our God.

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4 Our flesh shall slumber in the ground, Till the last trumpet's joyful sound; Then burst its chains with sweet surprise, And in thy perfect image rise.

PSALM 18.

(c. M. ST. JOHN'S.)

God a consuming fire to his enemies.

1 THE Lord descended from above,
And shook the heavens most high;
And underneath his feet He cast
The darkness of the sky.

2 Forth from his nostrils went a smoke,
When kindled was his ire;

And from his mouth went burning coals
Of hot consuming fire.

3 On Cherub and on Cherubim
Full royally He rode,

And, on the wings of mighty winds,
Came flying all abroad.

4 And, with the blasting of his breath,
When earth shall flee away,

Firm on its ashes may I stand,
And find the Lord my stay,

PSALM 19.

(L. M. LONDON.)

The heavens declare the glory of God.

1 THE spacious firmament on high, With all the blue etherial sky,

And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim.

The unwearied Sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display; And publishes, to every land, The work of an Almighty hand. 2 Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wond'rous tale, And nightly, to the listening earth, Repeats the story of her birth:

While all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings, as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. 9 What though, in solemn silence, all Move round this dark terrestrial ball? What though no real voice, or sound, Amid their radiant orbs be found? In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice, For ever singing as they shine, "The hand that made us is divine."

PSALM 19.

(C. M. TRURO.)

Christ the Sun of righteousness.

1 FORTH from the east the morning sun Begins his glorious way;

His beams through all the nations run,
And light and life convey.

2 But, from the Gospel's sacred light,
We nobler gifts derive;

The blinded soul receives its sight;
The dead in sin revive.