PSALM 100.-2d Part. L. M. [*]
NING to the Lord with joyful voice;
Let every land his name adore;
The northern isles shall send the noise
Across the ocean to the shore.
2 Nations attend before his throne,
With solemn fear, with sacred joy:
Know that the Lord is God alone:
He can create, and he destroy.
3 His sovereign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and form'd us men;
And when like wandering sheep we stray'd,
He brought us to his fold again.
4 We are his people, we his care,
Our souls and all our mortal frame:
What lasting honours shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to thy name?
5 We'll croud thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heavens our voices raise;
And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
6 Wide as the world is thy commard;
Vast as eternity thy love;
Firm as a rock thy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.
PSALM 101.-L. M. [*]
The magistrate's psalm.
1 M and since they both to thee belong
ERCY and judgment are my song
My gracious God, my righteous King,
To thee my songs and vows I'H bring.
2 If I am rais'd to bear the sword,
I'll take my counsels from thy word;
Thy justice and thy heavenly grace
Shall be the pattern of my ways.
3 Let wisdom all my actions guide,
And let my God with me reside:
No wicked thing shall dwell with me,
Which may provoke thý jealousy.
4 No sons of slander, rage and strife,
Shall be companions of my life;
The haughty look, the heart of pride,
Within my doors shall ne'er abide.
5 [I'll search the land, and raise the just
To posts of honour, wealth and trust;
The men that work thy holy will,
Shall be my friends and favourites still.]
6 In vain shall sinners hope to rise
By flatt'ring or malicious lies;
And while the innocent I guard,
The bold offender shan't be spar'd.
7 The impious crew, that factious band,
Shall hide their heads, or quit the land;
And all that break the public rest,
Where I have power, shall be suppress'd.
PSALM 101.-C. M. [*]
Apsalm for a master of a family.
O justice and of grace I sing,
pay my God my vows;
Thy grace and justice, heavenly King,
Teach me to rule my house.
2 Now to my tent, O God, repair,
And make thy servart wise;
I'll suffer nothing near me there
That shall offend thine eyes.
3 The man that doth his neighbour wrong, By falsehood or by force,
The scornful eye, the sland'rous tongue
I'll thrust them from my doors.
4 I'll seek the faithful and the just,
And will their help enjoy;
These are the friends that I shall trust,
The servants I'll employ.
5 The wretch that deals in sly deceit
I'll not endure a night:
The liar's tongue I'll ever hate,
And banish from my sight.
6 I'll purge my family around,
And make the wicked flee;
So shall my house be ever found
A dwelling fit for thee.
PSALM 102.-1st Part. C. M. [b]
Ver. 1-13, 20, 21. A prayer of the afflicted. EAR me, O God, nor hide thy face,
HBut answer, lest I die;
Hast thou not built a throne of grace,
To hear when sinners cry?
2 My days are wasted like the smoke
Dissolving in the air;
My strength is dry'd, my heart is broke,
And sinking in despair.
3 My spirits flag, like withering grass,
Burnt with excessive heat;
In secret groans my minutes pase,*
And I forget to eat.
As on some lonely building's top
The sparrow tells her moan,
Far from the tents of joy and hope,
I sit and grieve alone.
My soul is like a wilderness,
Where beasts of midnight howl;
There the sad raven finds her place,
And there the screaming owl.
6 Dark dismal thoughts and boding fears
Dwell in my troubled breast;
While sharp reproaches wound my ears,
Nor give my spirit rest.
7 My cup is mingled with my woes,
And tears are my repast;
My daily bread like ashes grows
Unpleasant to my taste.
3 Sense can afford no real joy
To souls that feel thy frown;
Lord, 'twas thy hand advanc'd me high,
Thy hand hath cast me down.
9 My locks like wither'd leaves appear;
And life's declining light
Grows faint as evening shadows are,
That vanish into night.
10 But thou forever art the same,
O my eternal God!
Ages to come shall know thy name,
And spread thy works abroad.
11 Thou wilt arise and shew thy face;
Nor will my Lord delay
Beyond th' appointed hour of grace,
That long expected day.
12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry, And by mysterious ways
Redeems the prisoners doom'd to die,
And fills their tongues with praise.
PSALM 102.-2d Part. C. M. [*}
Ver. 13-21.
Prayer heard, and Zion restored.
1 LET Zion sons
ET Zion and her sons rejoice!
Her God hath heard her mourning voice,
And comes t' exalt his power.
2 Her dust and ruins that remain
Are precious in our eyes;
Those ruins shall be built again,
And all that dust shall rise.
3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem,
And stand in glory there;
Nations shall bow before his name,
And kings attend with fear.
4 He sits a sovereign on his throne,
With pity in his eyes;
He hears the dying prisoners groan,
And sees their sighs arise
5 He frees the souls condemn'd to death; And when his saints complain,
It shan't be said that praying breath
Was ever spent in vain.
6 This shall be known when we are dead, And left on long record,
That ages yet unborn may read,
And trust, and praise the Lord.
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