PSALM CXLIX. Particular Metre.
10 PRAISE ye the Lord! Prepare your glad voice, His praise in the great Assembly to sing. In their great Creator Let all men rejoice, And heirs of salvation Be glad in their King. 2 Let them his great name Devoutly adore;
In loud swelling strains His praises express, Who graciously opens His bountiful store,
Their wants to relieve, and His children to bless.
3 With glory adorn'd, His people shall sing To God, who defence And plenty supplies; Their loud acclamations To him their great King, Through earth shall be sounded, And reach to the skies.
4 Ye angels above,
His glories who've sung, In loftiest notes,
Now publish his praise:
We, mortals, delighted,
Would borrow your tongue;
Would join in your numbers, And chant to your lays,
1 PRAISE ye the Lord! let praise employ, In his own courts, your songs of joy; The spacious firmament around Shall echo back the joyful sound.
2 Recount his works in strains divine, His wondrous works, how bright they shine! Praise him for all his mighty deeds, Whose greatness all your praise exceeds. 3 Awake the trumpet's piercing sound, To spread your sacred pleasure round; While softer musick tunes the lute, The warbling harp, the breathing flute. 4 Ye virgin train, with joy advance, To praise him in the graceful dance; Awake each voice, and strike each string, And to the solemn organ sing.
5 Let the loud cymbal sound on high, To softer, deeper notes reply; Harmonious, let the concert rise, And bear the rapture to the skies. 6 Let all whom life and breath inspire Attend and join the blissful choir; But chiefly ye who know his word, Adore, and love, and praise the Lord!
First Lines of the Psalms, referring to the Pages.
Approach, ye piously dispos'd Arise, my tender thoughts, arise As pants the hart for cooling streams As showers on meadows newly mown Attend, O earth, when God declares Awake, my soul, to hymns of praise Awake, ye saints, to praise your King Awake, ye tempests, and his fame
BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne
Before the hills in order stood
Begin, my soul, th' exalted lay
Behold, O God, how cruel foes Behold the corner stone
Behold the fool, whose heart denies Behold the love, the generous love
Behold the morning sun
Blest are the souls who hear and know Blest is the man who fears the Lord Blest is the man whose tender care Blest is the man who shuns the place
COME, let our souls address the Lord Come, O ye saints, your voices raise Come sound his praise abroad Consider all my sorrows, Lord
DAVID rejoic'd in God his strength Deep in our hearts let us record Descend from heaven, almighty Lord
EARLY my God, without delay
FAIREST of all the lights above Far from our friends and country dear Father, I bless thy gentle hand Father, I sing thy wondrous grace Firm was my health, my day was bright Fools in their hearts believe and say For ever shall my song record
For thee, O God, our constant praise From age to age exalt his name
From deep distress and troubled thoughts From thee, great Lord of life and death From Zion's hill my help descends
GIVE ear, ye children, to my law Give thanks to God, he reigns above Give thanks to God, invoke his name Give to the Lord, ye sons of fame Give to our God immortal praise God in the great assembly stands God is our refuge in distress
God is the Lord, the heavenly King God, my supporter and my hope
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