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Joyful, O ye nations, sing!
Come, and songs of gladness bring;
Cheerful service, thankful lays;
Come before the Lord with praise.
He is GoD, the King of kings,
Who to all created things
Being gave; our Shepherd He;
We His sheep, His people we
Come then, to His courts repair,
Come, and enter gladly there;
With true hearts and solemn songs,
Praise Him to whom praise belongs.
Well may we His praise proclaim,
Goodness is His nature's name;
Mercy never leaves His throne;
Truth, O God, is all thy own,
Truth, Mercy, Goodness, Lord, are thine;
fternal all, and all Divine !
BEFORE JEHow AH's awful throne,
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;
Know that the LoRD is God alone,
He can create, and He destroy.
His sov’reign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and form'd us men;
And when, like wand'ring sheep, we stray'd,
He brought us to his fold again.
We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heav'ns our voices raise :
And earth with her ten thousand tongues
Shall fill thy courts with endless praise.
Wide, as the world, is Thy command,
Vast as etermity Thy love,
Firm as a rock Thy truth shall stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.
My soul, inspir'd with sacred love,
God's holy Name for ever bless;
Of all His favours mindful prove,
And still thy grateful thanks express.
'Tis He that all thy sins forgives,
And after sickness makes thee sound;
From danger He thy life retrieves,
By Him with grace and mercy crown'd.
The Lord abounds with tender love,
And unexampled acts of grace;
His wakened wrath does slowly move,
His willing mercy flows apace.
As high as heav'n its arch extends
Above this little spot of clay;
So much His boundless love transcends'
The small respects that we can pay.
As far as 'tis from east to west,
So far has He our sins remov’d;
Who, with a Father's tender breast,
Has such as fear Him always lov’d.
PSALM CXIV. VERSIFIED.—Watts.
WHEN Israel, freed from Pharaoh's hand,
Left the proud tyrant and his land;
The tribes with cheerful homage own.
Their King, and Judah was His throne.
Aeross the deep their journey lay,
The deep divides to make them way;
The streams of Jordan saw, and fled
With backward current to their head.
The mountains shook like frighted sheep,
Like lambs the little hillocks leap;
Not Sinai on her base could stand,
Conscious of sov’reign power at hand.
What pow'r could make the deep divide 2
Make Jordan backward roll his tide 3
Why did ye leap, ye little hills
And whence the fright that Sinai feels
‘Let ev'ry mountain, ev'ry flood
Retire, and know th’ approaching God;
The King of Israel: see Him here;
Tremble, thou earth, adore and fear.
. He thunders, and all nature mourns;
The rock to standing pools He turns;
Flints spring with fountains at His word,
And fires and seas confess their Lord.
To heaven I list mine eye, To heaven, JEHow AH's throne; "For there my SAviour sits on high, And thence shall strength and aid supply To all He calls His own.
He will not faint nor fail,
Nor cause thy feet to stray;
For Him no weary hours assail,
Nor evening darkness spreads her veil
O'er His eternal day.
Beneath that light divine
Securely shalt thou move;
The sun with milder beams shall shine,
...And eve's still queen her lamps incline Benignant from above.
For He, thy God and Friend,
Shall keep thy soul from harm,
In each sad scene of doubt attend,
And guide thy life, and guard thine end, With His Almighty arm.
PSALM CXXII.-Merrick. THE festal morn, my GoD, is come,
That calls me to Thy honour’d dome,
Thy presence to adore :
My feet the summons shall attend,
With willing step thy courts ascend,
And tread the hallow'd floor.
E’en now, to our transported eyes,
Fair Sion's towers in prospect rise;
Within her gates we stand;
And, lost in wonder and delight,
Behold her happy sons unite
In friendship's firmest band.
Hither from Judah’s utmost end
The Heav'n-protected tribes ascend;.
Their off'rings hither bring;
Here, eager to attest their joy,
In hymns of praise their tongues employ,
And hail th’ immortal King. -
By His command impell'd, to her Contending crouds their cause refer; While princes, from her throne, . . .