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I'll praise thee, from whose hands I came A work of such a wondrous frame. 10 Let me acknowledge too, O God, That since this maze of life I trod, Thy thoughts of love to me surmount The power of numbers to recount.

11 Far sooner could I reckon o'er

The sands upon the ocean's shore;
Each morn, revising what I've done,

I find th' account but new begun.

12 Search, try, O God, my thoughts and heart,
If mischief lurk in any part;
Correct me where I go astray,
And guide me in thy perfect way.

PSALM 114. C. M.

From the cxli. Psalm of David.

ORD, in thy sight, O let my prayer

Like morning incense rise;
My lifted hands accepted be
As evening sacrifice.

2 From hasty language curb my tongue,
And let a constant guard

Still keep the portal of my lips

With wary silence barr'd.

3 From wicked men's designs and deeds

My heart and hands restrain;
Nor let me share their evil works,
Or their unrighteous gain.

4 Let upright men reprove my faults,
And I shall think them kind;
Like healing oil upon my head
I their reproof shall find.

PSALM 115. C. M.
From the exliii. Psalm of David.

ORD, hear my prayer, and to my cry
Thy wonted audience lend;

In thy accustom'd faith and truth
A gracious answer send.

2 Nor at thy strict tribunal bring
Thy servant to be tried;
For in thy sight no living man
Can e'er be justified.

3 To thee my hands in humble prayer
I fervently stretch out;
My soul for thy refreshment thirsts,
Like land oppress'd with drought.

4 Hear me with speed, my spirit fails;
Thy face no longer hide,
Lest I become forlorn, like them
That in the grave reside.

5 Thy kindness early let me hear,
Whose trust on thee depends;

Teach me the way where I should go,
My soul to thee ascends.

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HEE will I bless, my God and King,

Thy endless praise proclaim;
This tribute daily I will bring,
And ever bless thy Name.

2 Thou, Lord, beyond compare art great,
And highly to be praised;
Thy majesty, with boundless height,
Above our knowledge raised.

3 Renown'd for mighty acts, thy fame
To future time extends;

From age to age thy glorious Name
Successively descends.

4 Whilst I thy glory, and renown,

And wondrous works express,

The world with me thy might shall own,
And thy great power confess.

5 The praise that to thy love belongs,
They shall with joy proclaim;
Thy truth of all their grateful songs
Shall be the constant theme.

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

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

7 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.

8 They, with a glorious prospect fired,
Shall of thy kingdom speak;
And thy great power, by all admired,
Their lofty subject make.

9 God's mighty works of ancient date
Shall thus to all be known;
And thus his kingdom's glorious state
In all its splendour shown.

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

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


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

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

And so fulfils the just desire
Of every thing that lives.

3 How holy is the Lord, how just,

How righteous all his ways!

How nigh to him, who with firm trust

For his assistance prays!

4 He grants the full desires of those

Who him with fear adore;
And will their troubles soon compose,
When they his aid implore.

5 The Lord preserves all those with care
Whom grateful love employs;

But sinners, who his vengeance dare,

In justice he destroys.

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

PSALM 118. III. 3.
From the elxv. Psalm of David.
OD, my King, thy might confessing,
Ever will I bless thy Name;
Day by day thy throne addressing,
Still will I thy praise proclaim.

2 Honour great our God befitteth;
Who his majesty can reach?
Age to age his works transmitteth,
Age to age his power shall teach.
3 They shall talk of all thy glory,

On thy might and greatness dwell;
Speak of thy dread acts the story,
And thy deeds of wonder tell.

4 Nor shall fail from mem❜ry's treasure,
Works by love and mercy wrought;
Works of love surpassing measure,

Works of mercy passing thought.
5 Full of kindness and compassion,
Slow to anger, vast in love,
God is good to all creation;

All his works his goodness prove.

6 All thy works, O Lord, shall bless thee,
Thee shall all thy saints adore;
King supreme shall they confess thee,
And proclaim thy sov'reign power.

7 They thy might, all might excelling,
Shall to all mankind make known;
And the brightness of thy dwelling,

And the glories of thy throne.

8 Ever, God of endless praises,

Shall thy royal might remain;
Evermore thy brightness blazes,

Ever lasts thy righteous reign.

9 Them that fall the Lord protecteth,
He sustains the bow'd and bent;
Every eye from thee expecteth,

Fix'd on thee, its nourishment.

10 Thou to all, great God of nature,
Giv'st in season due their food;
Spread'st thy hand, and every creature
Satisfiest still with good.

11 God is just in all he doeth,
Kind is he in all his ways;
He his ready presence showeth,
When a faithful servant prays.
12 Who sincerely seek and fear him,
He to them their wish will give;
When they call, the Lord will hear them,
He will hear them, and relieve.

13 From Jehovah all who prize him
Shall his saving health enjoy:
All the wicked who despise him,
He will in their sin destroy.
14 Still, Jehovah, thee confessing,

Shall my tongue thy praise proclaim: And may all mankind with blessing Ever hail thy holy Name.

PSALM 119. C. M.

From the cxlvi. Psalm of David.
PRAISE the Lord, and thou my soul,
For ever bless his Name:
His wondrous love, while life shall last,
My constant praise shall claim.

2 On princes, on the sons of men,
Let none for aid rely;
They cannot help, they turn to dust,
And all their counsels die.

3 Then happy he, who Jacob's God

For his protector takes;

Who still, with well-placed hope, the Lord
His constant refuge makes.

4 The Lord, who made both heaven and earth, And all that they contain,

Will never quit his steadfast truth,

Nor make his promise vain.

5 The poor, oppress'd, from all their wrongs
Are eased by his decree;

He gives the hungry needful food,
And sets the prisoners free.

6 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.

7 The stranger he preserves from harm,
The orphan kindly treats;
Defends the widow, and the wiles

Of wicked men defeats.

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

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

PSALM 120. II. 2.

From the cxlvi. Psalm of David.

S'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.

2 Why should I place in man my trust?
Ev'n princes die and turn to dust,

Vain is the help of flesh and blood;
Their breath departs, their pomp and power,
And thoughts, all vanish in an hour,

Nor can they make their promise good.

3 Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel's God: he made the sky,

And earth, and seas, with all their train: He saves th' oppress'd, he feeds the poor; His truth for ever stands secure,

And none shall find his promise vain. 4 The Lord gives eyesight to the blind, The Lord supports the sinking mind, He sends the righteous strength and peace, He helps the stranger in distress, The widow, and the fatherless, And to the prisoner grants release. 5 God shall the wicked overturn, On them his wrath shall ever burn, Sinners shall perish in their ways:

Sion! the God thy sons adore,
He, he is King for evermore;

The Lord thy God for ever praise!

PSALM 121.

From the cxlvii. Psalm of David.

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 dispersed
Through all the nations round.

3 He kindly heals the broken hearts,
And all their wounds does close;
He tells the number of the stars,
Their several names he knows.

4 Great is the Lord, and great his power,
His wisdom has no bound;

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

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

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

6 He covers heaven with clouds, and thence Refreshing rain bestows;

And on the mountains, through his care,

The grass in plenty grows.

7 His care the beasts that loosely range
With timely food supplies;

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

8 The Lord to him that fears his Name
His tender love extends;

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

9 Let Sion and Jerusalem

To God their praise address;

Whose strength secures their lasting gates, Who does their children bless.


1 JEHOVAH speaks: swift from the skies
To earth the sovereign mandate flies;
The elements confess their Lord,
With prompt obedience to his word.
2 The thick-descending flakes of snow
O'er earth a fleecy mantle throw;
And glitt'ring frost o'er all the plains
Binds nature fast in icy chains.

3 He speaks: the ice and snow obey,
And nature's fetters melt away;
Softly the vernal breezes blow,
And murm'ring waters freely flow.

4 But nobler works his grace record:

To Israel he reveals his word;

To them, his chosen flock, alone,

He makes his sacred precepts known.

5 Such bliss no heathen nation shares,
His oracles are only theirs :

Let Israel then their voices raise,
And bless their God in songs of praise!

PSALM 122. II. 4.

From the cxlviii. Psalm of David.
E 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.

2 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 heavens above,

And clouds that move
In liquid air.

3 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.

4 Let earth her tribute pay:
Praise him, ye dreadful whales,
And fish that through the sea
Glide swift with glitt'ring scales
Fire, hail, and snow,

And misty air,

And winds that where

He bids them blow.

5 By hills, and mountains, all
In grateful concert join'd;
By cedars stately tall,

And trees for fruit design'd;
By every beast,
And creeping thing,
And fowl of wing,

His name be blest.

6 Let all of highest birth,

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

His matchless praise proclaim:

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

7 United zeal be shown.
His wondrous fame to raise,
Whose glorious Name alone
Deserves our endless praise:
Earth's utmost ends
His power obey;
His glorious sway

The sky transcends.

8 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

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The Lord to praise!

PSALM 123. IV. 1.

From the exlix. Psalm of David.
PRAISE ye the Lord,
Prepare your glad voice

His praise in the great
Assembly to sing:

In their great Creator

Let Israel rejoice;
And children of Sion

Be glad in their King.

2 Let them his great Name

Extol in their songs,
With hearts well attuned

His praises express;
Who always takes pleasure

To hear their glad tongues,
And waits with salvation
The humble to bless.
3 With glory adorn'd,
His people shall sing
To God, who their heads
With safety doth shield;
Such honour and triumph
His favour shall bring:
O therefore, for ever
All praise to him yield!

PSALM 124. L. M.
From the cl. Psalm of David.
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.

2 Praise him for all the mighty acts Which he in our behalf has done; His kindness this return exacts,

With which our praise should equal run. 3 Let the shrill trumpet's warlike voice

Make rocks and hills his praise rebound: Praise him with harp's melodious noise, And gentle psalt'ry's silver sound.

4 Let them who joyful hymns compose, To cymbals set their songs of praise; To well-tuned cymbals, and to those That loudly sound on solemn days. 5 Let all that vital breath enjoy,

The breath he does to them afford, In just returns of praise employ:

Let every creature praise the Lord!


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