It streams from the hills,
It descends to the plain,
And sweetly distils

In the dew and the rain.

4 Frail children of dust,
And feeble as frail,
In thee do we trust,
Nor find thee to fail;
Thy mercies how tender!
How firm to the end!
Our Maker, Defender,
Redeemer, and Friend.

PSALM CVI. (L. M.)

1 O RENDER thanks to God above, The fountain of eternal love; Whose mercy firm through ages past Has stood, and shall for ever last. 2 Who can his mighty deeds express, Not only vast, but numberless? What mortal eloquence can raise His tribute of immortal praise? 3 Happy are they, and only they,

Who from his judgments never stray : Who know what's right, nor only so, But always practise what they know. 4 Extend to me that favour, Lord, Thou to thy chosen dost afford : When thou return'st to set them free, Let thy salvation visit me.

PSALM CVII. (L.M.)

1 GIVE thanks to God, he reigns above:
Kind are his thoughts, his name is love;
His mercy ages past have known,
And ages long to come shall own.
2 Let the redeemed of the Lord,
The wonders of his grace record;
Israel the nation whom he chose,
And rescued from their mighty foes.
3 Thus when our first release we gain,
From sin's old yoke, and Satan's chain,
We have this desert world to pass,
A dangerous and a tiresome place.
4 He feeds and clothes us all the way,
He guides our footsteps lest we stray,
He guards us with a powerful hand,
And brings us to the heavenly land.

5 O let the saints with joy record
The truth and goodness of the Lord;
How great his works! how kind his ways!
Let every tongue pronounce his praise.

PSALM CVIII. (c. M.)

1 O GOD, my heart is fully bent,
To magnify thy name;

My tongue with cheerful songs of praise,
Shall celebrate thy fame.

2 Awake, my lute; nor thou, my harp,
Thy warbling notes delay;
Whilst I with early hymns of joy,
Prevent the dawning day.

3 To all the list'ning tribes, O Lord,
Thy wonders I will tell ;

And to those nations sing thy praise,
That round about us dwell.

4 Because thy mercy's boundless height,
The highest heav'n transcends,
And far beyond th' aspiring clouds,
Thy faithful truth extends.

5 Be thou, O God, exalted high
Above the starry frame;

And let the world, with one consent,
Confess thy glorious name.

PSALM CXI. (L. M.)

1 PRAISE ye the Lord; our God to praise
My soul her utmost pow'rs shall raise,
With private friends, and in the throng
Of saints, his praise shall be my song.

2 His works, for greatness though renown'd, His wondrous works, with ease are found, By those who seek for them aright,

And in the pious search delight.

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3 His works are all of matchless fame,
And universal glory claim;

His truth, confirm'd through ages past,
Shall to eternal ages last.

4 By precept he has us enjoin'd,

To keep his wondrous works in mind;
And to posterity record,

That good and gracious is our Lord.

PSALM CXIII. (P. M.)

1 YE saints and servants of the Lord,
The triumphs of his name record;
His sacred name for ever bless:
Where'er the circling sun displays
His rising beams, or setting rays,
Due praise to his great name address.

2 God through the world extends his sway; The regions of eternal day

But shadows of his glories are :
With him, whose majesty excels,
Who made the heav'n in which he dwells,
Let no created pow'r compare.

3 Though 'tis beneath his state to view
In highest heav'n what angels do,

Yet he to earth vouchsafes his care:
He takes the needy from his cell,
Advancing him in courts to dwell,
Companion to the greatest there.

PSALM CXIV. (L. M.)

1 WHEN Israel forth from Egypt went, And Jacob left the stranger's land, God's glory shadow'd Judah's tent, And Israel own'd her Monarch's hand. 2 The sea beheld his power, and fled; Back to her source was Jordan driv'n; The trembling mountains shook for dread; From their strong base the hills were riv'n. 3 O sea! what terrors wing'd thy flight; Why, Jordan, did thy flood retreat;

Why mov'd the hills; and whence the fright That shook the mountains from their seat? 4 Tremble, O earth, when God appears, Before the might of Jacob's God; Whose power the flinty rock declares, And, melting, pours the gushing flood.

PSALM CXVI. (c. м.)

1 I LOVE the Lord; he lent an ear,
When I for help implor'd;
He rescued me from all my fear,
Therefore I love the Lord.

2 Return my soul unto thy rest;
From God no longer roam;
His hand hath bountifully blest,
His goodness call'd thee home.