PSALM CXLV.

1, 2 THEE I'll extol, my God and King,
Thy endless praise proclaim;

This tribute daily I will bring,
And ever bless thy Name."

3 Thou, Lord, beyond compare art great,
And highly to be prais'd;

Thy majesty, with boundless height,
Above our knowledge rais'd.

4 Renown'd for mighty acts, thy fame
To future times extends;
From age to age thy glorious Name
Successively descends.

5,6 Whilst I thy glory and renown,
And wondrous works express;
The world with me thy might shall own,
And thy great pow'r confess.

7 The praise, that to thy love belongs,
They shall with joy proclaim;

Thy truth of all their grateful songs
Shall be the constant theme.

8 The Lord is good, fresh acts of grace
His pity still supplies;

His anger moves with slowest pace,
His willing mercy flies.

9, 10 Thy love through earth extends its fame, To all thy works express'd:

These show thy praise, whilst thy great Name
Is by thy servants bless'd.

11 They, with the glorious prospect fir'd,
Shall of thy Kingdom speak;

And thy great pow'r, by all admir'd,
Their lofty subject make.

12 God's glorious works of ancient date
Shall thus to all be known;

And thus his kingdom's royal state
With publick splendour shown.

13 His steadfast throne, from changes free,
Shall stand for ever fast;

His boundless sway no end shall see,
But time itself outlast.

The Second Part.

4, 15 The Lord does them support that fall,
And makes the prostrate rise;
For his kind aid all creatures call,
Who timely food supplies.

16 Whate'er their various wants require,
With open hand he gives;

And so fulfils the just desire
Of ev'ry thing that lives.

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17, 18 How holy is the Lord, how just,
How righteous all his ways!
How nigh to him, who with firm trust
For his assistance prays!

19 He grants the full desires of those
Who him with fear adore;

And will their troubles soon compose,
When they his aid implore.

20 The Lord preserves all those with care
Whom grateful love employs;
But sinners, who his vengeance dare,
With furious rage destroys.

21 My time to come, in praises spent,
Shall still advance his fame,
And all mankind, with one consent,
For ever bless his Name.

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PSALM CXLVI.

Praise the Lord, and thou, my soul,
For ever bless his Name;

His wondrous love, while life shall last,
My constant praise shall claim.

3 On kings, the greatest sons of men,
Let none for aid rely;

They cannot save in dang'rous times,
Nor timely help apply.

4 Depriv'd of breath, to dust they turn,
And there neglected lie,

And all their thoughts and vain designs
Together with them die.

5 Then happy he, who Jacob's God-
For his protector takes;

Who still with well-plac'd hope the Lord
His constant refuge makes.

The Lord, who made both heav'n and carth,
And all that they contain,

Will never quit his steadfast truth,

Nor make his promise vain.

7 The poor opprest from all their wrongs
Are eas'd by his decree;

He gives the hungry needful food,
And sets the pris❜ners free.

3 By him the blind receive their sight,
The weak and fall'n he rears;

With kind regard and tender love
He for the righteous cares.

? The strangers he preserves from harm,
The orphan kindly treats,

Defends the widow, and the wiles
Of wicked men defeats.

10 The God that does in Sion dwell Is our eternal King:

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From age to age his reign endures;
Let all his praises sing.

PSALM CXLVII.

Praise the Lord with hymns of joy,
And celebrate his fame:

For pleasant, good, and comely 'tis
To praise his holy Name.

2 His holy city God will build,

Though levell'd with the ground;
Bring back his people, though dispers'd
Through all the nations round.

3, 4 He kindly heals the broken hearts,
And all their wounds doth close;
He tells the number of the stars,
Their sev'ral names he knows.

5, 6 Great is the Lord, and great his pow'r,
His wisdom has no bound;

The meek he raises, but throws down
The wicked to the ground.

7 To God, the Lord, a hymn of praise
With grateful voices sing;

To songs of triumph tune the harp,
And strike each warbling string.

8 He covers heav'n with clouds, and thence
Refreshing rain bestows;

Through him, on mountain tops, the grass
With wondrous plenty grows.

9 He savage beasts, that loosely range,
With timely food supplies:

He feeds the raven's tender brood,
And stops their hungry cries.

10 He values not the warlike steed,
But doth his strength disdain;
The nimble foot, that swiftly runs,
No prize from him can gain.

11 But he, to him that fears his Name,
His tender love extends;

To him that on his boundless grace
With steadfast hope depends.

12, 13 Let Sion and Jerusalem

To God their praise address;
Who fenc'd their gates with massy bars,
And does their children bless.

14, 15 Through all their borders he gives peace With finest wheat they're fed;

He speaks the word, and what he wills
Is done as soon as said.

16 Large flakes of snow, like fleecy wool,
Descend at his command;

And hoary frost, like ashes spread,
Is scatter'd o'er the land.

17 When, join'd to these, he does his hail
In little morsels break;
Who can against his piercing cold
Secure defences make?

18 He sends his word, which melts the ice;
He makes his wind to blow;

And soon the streams, congeal'd before,
In plenteous currents flow.

19 By him his statutes and decrees
To Jacob's sons were shown;
And still to Israel's chosen seed
His righteous laws are known.
20 No other nation this can boast,
Nor did he e'er afford

To heathen lands his oracles,
And knowledge of his word.

PSALM CXLVIII.

1, 2 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.

3, 4 Thou moon, that rul'st the night, And sun, that guid'st the day;

Ye glitt'ring stars of light,

To him your homage pay.

His praise declare,

Ye heav'ns above,
And clouds that move

In liquid air.

5, 6 Let them adore the Lord,
And praise his holy Name,
By whose almighty word

They all from nothing came;
And all shall last

From changes free;

His firm decree

Stands ever fast.

7, 8 Let earth her tribute pay;

Praise him, ye dreadful whales,
And fish, that through the sea
Glide swift with glitt'ring scales;

Hallelujah.

Fire, hail, and snow,
And misty air,

And winds that, where
He bids them, blow.

9, 10 By hills and mountains, (all
In grateful concert join'd,)
By cedars stately tall,

And trees for fruit design'd;
By ev'ry beast,

And creeping thing,
And fowl of wing,
His Name be blest.

11, 12 Let all of royal birth,

With those of humbler frame,
And judges of the earth,

His matchless praise proclaim.
In this design

Let youths with maids,
And hoary heads
With children join.

13 United zeal be shown

His wondrous fame to raise,
Whose glorious Name alone
Deserves our endless praise.
Earth's utmost ends
His pow'r obey;
His glorious sway
The sky transcends.

14 His chosen saints to grace,
He sets them up on high,
And favours Israel's race,
Who still to him are nigh.
O therefore raise
Your grateful voice,
And still rejoice
The Lord to praise.

PSALM CXLIX.

1,2 Praise ye the Lord,

Prepare your glad voice,

His praise in the great
Assembly to sing:

In our great Creator

Let Israel rejoice;

And children of Sion

Be glad in their King.

3, 4 Let them his great Name

Extol in the dance;

With timbrel and harp
His praises express: