106 Psalm.

1

L. M.

H! render thanks to God above,
The fountain of eternal love;
Whose mercy firm, through ages past,
Has stood, and shall for ever last.

2 Who can his mighty deeds express,
Not only vast but numberless ?
What mortal eloquence can raise
His tribute of immortal praise ?

3 Extend to me that favour, Lord,
Thou to thy chosen dost afford:
When thou return'st to set them free,
Let thy salvation visit me.

4 Oh! may I worthy prove to see
Thy saints in full prosperity!
That I the joyful choir may join,
And count thy people's triumph mine.

5 Let Israel's God be ever bless'd,
His Name eternally confess'd:
Let all his saints, with full accord,
Sing loud amens-Praise ye the Lord.

1 TO God above, from all below,
Let hymns of praise ascend;

Whose blessings unexhausted flow,
Whose mercy knows no end.

2 But chief by those his Name be bless'd,
To whom his aid he gave;

Beheld them by the foe oppress'd,
And stretch'd his arm to save.

3 To east, to west, to south, to north,
Condemn'd awhile to roam;

His hand in pity brought them forth,
And call'd the wand'rers home.

4 Distress'd, to God they make their pray'r;
He guides directs their feet;
And, safe in his protecting care,
They reach their destin'd seat.

5 Oh! then, that all would bless his Name,
Whose mercy thus they prove;
And, pleas'd, from age to age proclaim
The wonders of his love!

108 Psalm.

10

C. M.

GOD, my heart is fully bent

To magnify thy Name;

My tongue, with cheerful songs of praise,
Shall celebrate thy fame.

2 To all the list'ning tribes, O Lord,
Thy wonders I will tell;

And to those nations sing thy praise,
That round about us dwell:

3 Because thy mercy's boundless height
The highest heav'n transcends;
And far beyond th' aspiring clouds
Thy faithful truth extends.

4 Be thou, O God, exalted high
Above the starry frame;

And let the world, with one consent,
Confess thy glorious Name.

109 Psalm.

1

C. M.

GOD, whose former mercies make
My constant praise thy due;
Hold not thy peace, but my sad state

With wonted favour view.

2 And, for thy glorious Name, O God,
Do thou deliver me;

And, for thy gracious mercy's sake,
Preserve and set me free.

3 Then I to God, in grateful thanks,
My cheerful voice will raise;
And, where the great assembly meets,
Set forth his glorious praise.

110 Psalm.

TH

P. M.

HE Lord unto my Lord thus spake:
Till I thy foes thy footstool make,
Sit thou enthron'd at my right hand;
Supreme in Sion thou shalt be,
And all thy proud opposers see
Subjected to thy just command.

2 Thee, in thy pow'r's triumphant day,
The willing nations shall obey:

And, when thy rising beams they view, Shall all (redeem'd from error's night) Appear as numberless and bright

As crystal drops of morning dew.

3 The Lord hath sworn, nor sworn in vain, That, like Melchisedec's, thy reign

And priesthood shall no period know:

No proud competitor to sit,

At thy right hand will he permit;
But in his wrath thy foes o'erthrow.

1 PRAISE ye the Lord! our God to praise,
My soul her utmost pow'rs shall raise ;
With private friends, and in the throng
Of saints, his praise shall be my song.

2 His works are all of matchless fame,
And universal glory claim;

His truth, confirm'd through ages past,
Shall to eternal ages last.

3 His bounty, like a flowing tide,
Has all his servants' wants supplied;
And he will ever keep in mind

His cov'nant with our fathers sign'd.

112 Psalm.

1 THE

L. M.

HE soul that's filled with heav'nly light
Shines brightest in affliction's night:

To pity the distress'd inclin'd,

As well as just to all mankind.

2 Beset with threat'ning dangers round,
Unmov'd shall he maintain his ground;
The sweet remembrance of the just
Shall flourish, when he sleeps in dust.

113 Psalm.

P. M.

E saints and servants of the Lord,

1 YE

The triumphs of his Name record;
His sacred Name for ever bless.

Where'er the circling sun displays
His rising beams or setting rays,
High praise to his great Name address.

2 God through the world extends his sway;
The regions of eternal day

But shadows of his glory are:
With him, whose majesty excels,

Who made the heav'n in which he dwells,
Let no created pow'r compare.

3 Though 'tis beneath his state to view,
In highest heav'n, what angels do;

Yet he to earth vouchsafes his care:
He takes the needy from his cell,
Advancing him in courts to dwell,
Companion to the greatest there.

114 Psalm.

1

WE

L. M.

HEN Israel, by th' Almighty led,
(Enrich'd with their oppressors' spoil,)
From Egypt march'd, and Jacob's seed
From bondage in a foreign soil;

2 The distant sea with terror saw,

And from th' Almighty's presence fled :
Old Jordan's streams, surpris'd, with awe
Retreated to their fountain's head.

3 Earth, tremble still well mayst thou fear
Thy Lord and Maker's face to see!
When Jacob's awful God draws near,
"Tis time for earth and seas to flee.

115 Psalm.

1.

C. M.

ORD, not to us,—we claim no share,—
But to thy sacred Name

Give glory, for thy mercy's sake,

And truth's eternal fame.