PSALM 146. 6 LINES 8's.
Praise to God for his goodness and mercy.
I'LL praise my Maker with my breath;
And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler powers;
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.
Happy the man, whose hopes rely
On Israel's God: he made the sky,
And earth, and seas, with all their train :
His truth for ever stands secure ;
He saves the oppress'd, he feeds the poor;
And none shall find his promise vain.
The Lord gives eyesight to the blind,
The Lord supports the sinking mind;
And sends the labouring conscience peace:
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow, and the fatherless,
And grants the prisoner sweet release.
I'll praise him while he gives me breath;
And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler powers:
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.
PSALM 147. L. M.
Praise the christian's duty and privilege.
1 PRAISE ye the Lord: 'tis good to raise
Our hearts and voices in his praise;
His nature and his works invite
To make this duty our delight.
2 He form'd the stars, those heavenly flames,
He counts their number, calls their names:
His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound,
A deep where all our thoughts are drown'd.
3 He makes the grass the hills adorn,
And clothes the smiling fields with corn;
The beasts with food his hands supply,
And the young ravens when they cry.
4 But saints are lovely in his sight,
He views his children with delight;
He sees their hope, he knows their fear,
And looks and loves his image there.
VERSION 1. 6.6.8.
The universe invited to praise God.
YE boundless realms of joy,
Exalt your Maker's fame;
His praise your song employ,
Above the starry frame;
Your voices raise, ye Cherubim
And Seraphim, to sing his praise.
Thou moon that rul'st the night,
And sun that guid'st the day,
Ye glittering stars of light,
To him your homage pay;
His praise declare, ye heavens above,
And clouds that move in liquid air.
Let every creature join
To bless his holy name,
By whose almighty word
They all from nothing came;
O let them raise their grateful voice,
And still rejoice the Lord to praise.
PSALM 148. VERSION 2. 8. 7.
PRAISE the Lord! ye heavens, adore him;
Praise him, angels in the height;
Sun and moon, rejoice before him,
Praise him, all ye stars and light:
Praise the Lord! for he hath spoken,
Worlds the mighty voice obey'd;
Laws, which never can be broken,
For their guidance he hath made.
Praise the Lord! for he is glorious;
Never shall his promise fail;
Christ hath made his saints victorious,
Sin and death shall not prevail.
Praise the God of our salvation,
Hosts on high his praise proclaim;
Heaven, and earth, and all creation,
Laud and magnify his name.
PSALM 150. VERSION 1.
Universal praise to God.
O PRAISE the Lord in that blest place,
From whence his goodness largely flows;
Praise him in heaven, where he his face
Unveil'd in perfect glory shows.
Praise him for all the mighty acts
Which he on our behalf has done;
His kindness this return exacts,
With which our praise should equal run.
Let all who vital breath enjoy,
The breath he does to them afford,
In just returns of praise employ;
Let every creature praise the Lord.
Heaven and earth called upon to praise God.
PRAISE the Lord who reigns above,
Yet will deign to dwell below;
Praise the holy God of love,
Thankful all his greatness show:
Praise him for his noble deeds,
Praise him for his matchless power;
Him, from whom all good proceeds
All in heaven, and earth adore.
Him in whom they move and live
Let the race of creatures sing;
Glory to their Maker give,
Humblest homage to their King:
Hallow'd be his name beneath :
As in heaven, on earth ador'd;
Praise the Lord in every breath,
Every creature praise the Lord.
PSALM 150. VERSION 3. C. M.
Exhortation to praise God.
IN God's own house pronounce his praise,
His grace he there reveals;
To heaven your joy and wonder raise,
For there his glory dwells.
Let all your sacred passions move,
While you rehearse his deeds;
But the great work of saving love
Your highest praise exceeds.
All that have motion, life, and breath,
Proclaim your Maker blest;
Yet when my voice expires in death,
My soul shall praise him best.
1 HARK, the glad sound! the Saviour comes,
The Saviour promis'd long:
Let every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice a song.
2 He comes, the prisoners to release,
In Satan's bondage held;
The gates of brass before him burst,
The iron fetters yield.
3 He comes, from thickest films of vice
To clear the mental ray,
And on the eyes oppress'd with night
To pour celestial day.
4 He comes, the broken heart to bind,
The bleeding soul to cure,
And with the treasures of his grace
To enrich the humble poor.
5 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim,
And heaven's eternal arch resound
The glories of thy name.
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