CXXXVI. I.—(1. 6, 7, 8, 9. 25, 26.) TO God, the mighty Lord, Your joyful thanks repeat; To Him due praise afford, As good as He is great. For God does prove Our constant friend; His boundless love Shall never end. He spread the ocean round About the spacious land; And made the rising ground Above the waters stand. For God does prove Our constant friend; His boundless love Shall never end. N. V. Through heaven He did display Our constant friend; He does the food supply On which all creatures live: Our constant friend; CXXXIX. (1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. 23, 24.) N. V. THOU, Lord, by strictest search hast known Thine eye my bed and path surveys, Correct me where I go astray, |