Thy strengthening hands uphold the weak,
And raise the poor who fall.

2 When sorrow bows the spirit down,
Or virtue lies distressed,

Beneath some proud oppressor's frown,
Thou giv'st the mourners rest.

3 The Lord supports our tottering days,
And guides our giddy youth;
Holy and just are all his ways,

And all his words are truth."

4 He knows the pain his servants feel;
He hears his children cry:
And, their best wishes to fulfill,
His grace is ever nigh.

ó His mercy never shall remove

From men of heart sincere :

He saves the souls, whose humble love
Is joined with holy fear.

6 [His stubborn foes his sword shall slay,
And pierce their hearts with pain;
But none, who serve the Lord, shall say,
They sought the Lord in vain,

7 My lips shall dwell upon his praise,
And spread his fame abroad;

Let all the sons of Adam raise
The honours of their God.]

PSALM 146. L. M. Old Hundred. [*] Praise for Divine Goodness and Truth.

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[PRAISE ye the Lord; my heart shall join work so pleasant, so divine,

Now, while the flesh is mine abode,
And when my soul ascends to God.

2 Praise shall employ my noblest powers,
While immortality endures;

My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life and thought and being last.

3 Why should I make a man my trust?
Princes must die, and turn to dust:
Their breath departs, their pomp and power,
And thoughts all vanish in an hour.]
4 Happy the man, whose hopes rely
On Israel's God: He made the sky,

And earth and seas, with all their train;
And none shall find his promise vain.

5 His truth forever stands secure;
He saves th' oppressed, he feeds the poor;
He sends the labouring conscience peace,
And grants the prisoner sweet release.

e 6 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind;
The Lord supports the sinking mind;
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow and the fatherless.

-7 He loves his saints; he knows them well; e But turns the wicked down to hell:

o Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns; Praise him in everlasting strains.

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P. M. St. Helen's. [*]

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Praise for Divine Goodness and Truth.

'I'And when my voice is lost in death,

LL praise my Maker with my breath;

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.

e 2 Why should I make a man my trust?
e Princes must 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.

o 3 Happy the man, whose hopes rely
On Israel's God: He made the sky,
And earth and seas, with all their train:
-His truth forever stands secure ;

He saves th' oppressed, he feeds the poor;
And none shall find his promise vain.

e 4 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind;
The Lord supports the sinking mind;
He sends the labouring conscience peace ·
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow and the fatherless,

And grants the prisoner sweet release

5 He loves his saints; he knows them well; e But turns the wicked down to hell:

Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns:

o Let every tongue, let every age, In this exalted work engage:

Praise him in everlasting strains.

8 6 I'll praise him while he lends me breathi;
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 inmortality endures.

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PSALM 147. L.M. 1ST PT. Old Hundred. [*] Divine Nature, Providence, and Grace.

1 PRAISE ye the Lord: 'tis good to raise
Our hearts and voices in his praise;

His nature and his works invite,
To make this duty our delight.

2 The Lord builds up Jerusalem,
And gathers nations to his name;
His mercy melts the stubborn soul,
And makes the broken spirit whole.

3 He formed the stars, those heavenly flames,
He counts their numbers, calls their names!
His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound,-
A deep where all our thoughts are drowned!
4 Great is the Lord, and great his might,
And all his glories infinite;

He crowns the meek, rewards the just,
And treads the wicked to the dust.

PAUSE Castle Street.

5 Sing to the Lord, exalt him high,
Who spreads his clouds all round the sky;
There he prepares the fruitful rain,
Nor lets the drops descend in vain.

6 He makes the grass the hills adorn,
And clothes the smiling fields with corn;
The beasts with food his hands supply,
And the young ravens, when they cry.
7 What is the creature's skill or force,
The sprightly man. the warlike horse,

The nimble wit, the active limb!
All are too mean delights for him
8 But saints are lovely in his sight;
He views his children with delight:
He sees their hope, he knows their fear,
And looks, and loves his image there.

L. M. SECOND PART. Portugal. [*]

Summer and Winter.

ET Zion praise the mighty God,

And make his honours known abroad.

For sweet the joy our songs to raise ;
And glorious is the work of praise.
2 Our children are secure and blest;
Our shores have peace, our cities rest;
He feeds our sons with finest wheat,
And adds his blessing to their meat.
3 The changing seasons he ordains,
The early and the latter rains:

The flakes of snow, like wool, he sends,
And thus the springing corn defends.
4 With hoary frost he strews the ground;
His hail descends with clattering sound:
Where is the man so vainly bold,
As dare defy his dreadful cold!

5 He bids the southern breezes blow;
The ice dissolves, the waters flow:
But he hath nobler works and ways,
To call his people to his praise.

6 To all our land his laws are shown;
His gospel through the nation known:
He hath not thus revealed his word
To every land :-Praise ye the Lord.]

C. M. Hartford. [*]

Ver. 7-9, 13-18. The Seasons of the Year.
WITH songs and honours, sounding lond,

•1 W Address the Lord on high:

Over the heavens he spreads his cloud,
And waters veil the sky.

b 2 He sends his showers of blessings down,
To cheer the plains below;

He makes the grass the mountains crown,
And corn in valleys grow.

o 3 He gives the grazing ox his meat;
He hears the ravens cry:

But man, who tastes his finest wheat,
Should raise his honours high.

e 4 His steady counsels change the face
Of the declining year;

He bids the sun cut short his race,
And wintry days appear."

5 His hoary frost, his fleecy snow,
Descend and clothe the ground:
The liquid streams forbear to flow,
In icy fetters bound.

o 6 When from his dreadful stores on high
He pours the rattling hail,

The wretch who dares his God defy,
Shall find his courage fail.

b 7 He sends his word and melts the snow;
The fields no longer mourn:

He calls the warmer gales to blow,
And bids the spring return.

o 8 The changing wind, the flying cloud, Obey his nighty word:

g With songs and honours sounding loud, Praise ye the sovereign Lord.

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PSALM 148. P. M. Triumph. [*]

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1

Praise to God from all Creatures.

YE tribes of Adam join

With heaven and earth and seas,

And offer notes divine

To your Creator's praise.

Ye holy throng
Of angels bright,
In worlds of light,
Begin the song.

2 [Thou sun, with dazzling rays,

And moon,

that rul'st the night,

Shine to your Maker's praise,—

With stars of twinkling light.

His power declare,
Ye floods on high,
And clouds that fly
In empty air.]