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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;
I find th' account but new begun.
12 Search, try, O God, my thoughts and heart,
PSALM 114. C. M.
From the cxli. Psalm of David.
ORD, in thy sight, O let my prayer
Like morning incense rise;
2 From hasty language curb my tongue,
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;
4 Let upright men reprove my faults,
PSALM 115. C. M.
ORD, hear my prayer, and to my cry
In thy accustom'd faith and truth
2 Nor at thy strict tribunal bring
3 To thee my hands in humble prayer
4 Hear me with speed, my spirit fails;
5 Thy kindness early let me hear,
Teach me the way where I should go,
HEE will I bless, my God and King,
Thy endless praise proclaim;
2 Thou, Lord, beyond compare art great,
3 Renown'd for mighty acts, thy fame
From age to age thy glorious Name
4 Whilst I thy glory, and renown,
And wondrous works express,
The world with me thy might shall own,
5 The praise that to thy love belongs,
6 The Lord is good; fresh acts of grace
His anger moves with slowest pace,
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,
9 God's mighty works of ancient date
10 His steadfast throne, from changes free,
His boundless sway no end shall see,
PART II. C. M.
1 THE Lord does them support that fall,
2 Whate'er their various wants require
And so fulfils the just desire
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;
5 The Lord preserves all those with care
But sinners, who his vengeance dare,
In justice he destroys.
6 My time to come, in praises spent,
PSALM 118. III. 3.
2 Honour great our God befitteth;
On thy might and greatness dwell;
4 Nor shall fail from mem❜ry's treasure,
Works of mercy passing thought.
All his works his goodness prove.
6 All thy works, O Lord, shall bless thee,
7 They thy might, all might excelling,
And the glories of thy throne.
8 Ever, God of endless praises,
Shall thy royal might remain;
Ever lasts thy righteous reign.
9 Them that fall the Lord protecteth,
Fix'd on thee, its nourishment.
10 Thou to all, great God of nature,
11 God is just in all he doeth,
13 From Jehovah all who prize him
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.
2 On princes, on the sons of men,
3 Then happy he, who Jacob's God
For his protector takes;
Who still, with well-placed hope, the Lord
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
He gives the hungry needful food,
6 By him the blind receive their sight,
He for the righteous cares.
7 The stranger he preserves from harm,
Of wicked men defeats.
8 The God that does in Sion dwell
From age to age his reign endures;
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,
2 Why should I place in man my trust?
Vain is the help of flesh and blood;
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,
The Lord thy God for ever praise!
From the cxlvii. Psalm of David.
PRAISE the Lord with hymns of joy,
For pleasant, good, and comely 'tis,
2 His holy city God will build,
3 He kindly heals the broken hearts,
4 Great is the Lord, and great his power,
The meek he raises, and throws down
5 To God the Lord, a hymn of praise
To songs of triumph tune the harp,
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
He feeds the ravens' tender brood,
8 The Lord to him that fears his Name
To him that on his boundless grace
9 Let Sion and Jerusalem
To God their praise address;
Whose strength secures their lasting gates, Who does their children bless.
PART II. L. M.
1 JEHOVAH speaks: swift from the skies
3 He speaks: the ice and snow obey,
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,
Let Israel then their voices raise,
PSALM 122. II. 4.
From the cxlviii. Psalm of David.
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:
Ye heavens above,
And clouds that move
3 Let them adore the Lord,
And praise his holy Name,
And all shall last,
Stands ever fast.
4 Let earth her tribute pay:
And misty air,
And winds that where
He bids them blow.
5 By hills, and mountains, all
And trees for fruit design'd;
His name be blest.
6 Let all of highest birth,
With those of humbler name,
His matchless praise proclaim:
In this design,
7 United zeal be shown.
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
The Lord to praise!
PSALM 123. IV. 1.
From the exlix. Psalm of David.
His praise in the great
In their great Creator
Let Israel rejoice;
Be glad in their King.
2 Let them his great Name
Extol in their songs,
His praises express;
To hear their glad tongues,
PSALM 124. L. M.
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!
THE END OF THE PSALMS IN METRE.