2 O happy souls that pray Their constant service there! They praise thee still; Who love the way And happy they 3 They go from strength to strength O glorious seat, When God our King Shall thither bring Our willing feet! PSALM LXXXVI. Six Line L. M. The one living and true God." 1 Eternal God! Almighty cause Of earth, and seas, and worlds unknown, 2 Thy glorious being singly stands, 3 To thee alone ourselves we owe; All other Gods we disavow, Deny their claims, renounce their sway. 4 Lord spread thy name through heathen lands, Their idol deities dethrone, Subdue the world to thy commands, PSALM LXXXIX. L. M. Divine sovereignty. 1 What seraph of celestial birth, 2 Lord God of armies, who can boast Of such a numerous faithful host As that which does thy throne surround? 3 Thou dost the raging sea control, And change the surface of the deep; Thou mak'st the sleeping billows roll, Thou mak'st the rolling billows sleep! 4 In thee the sovereign right remains Of earth and heaven; thee Lord alone, The world, and and all that it contains, 5 Happy, thrice happy, they, who hear Who thy most glorious name confess. PSALM XC. First Part. C. M. Eternity of God and frailty of man. 1 O Thou, the first, the greatest friend. Of all the human race! Whose strong right hand has ever been Their stay and dwelling place! 2 Before the mountains heaved their heads Beneath thy forming hand; Before this ponderous globe itself 3 That power which raised, and still upholds This universal frame, From countless, unbeginning time, 4 Those mighty periods of years, 5 But man is like the morning flower, PSALM XC. Second Part. C. M. Same subject. 1 O God! our help in ages past, 2 Before the hills in order stood, 3 A thousand ages in thy sight Are like an evening gone, Short as the watch that ends the night 4 Time like an overflowing stream, 5 Like flowery fields the nations stand, 6 O God! our help in ages past, Be thou our guard while troubles last, PSALM XC. L. M. Divine protection through every age. 1 Thou, Lord! through every changing scene, Hast to thy saints a refuge been; 2 In thee our fathers sought their rest; |