How numberless these bounties are, How rich, how various, and how fair! 2 But O what poor return I make! What lifeless thanks I pay thee back! 4 In deep abasement, Lord! I see 5 Give me at length an angel's tongue, PSALM CXLV. L.M. Greatness of God. 1 My God! my King! thy various praise 2 The wings of every hour shall bear 3 Thy works with boundless glory shine, 4 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds! 1 Praise ye the Lord! O let the grateful song From morn to evening's shade the theme prolong; Praise ye the Lord! and let the blest employ Inspire in every breast a sacred joy. 2 He heals each broken heart, binds every wound, O let his praise from earth to heaven resound; He names the stars, whose num'rous orbs on high Spangle with beams of light the sombre sky. 3 His showers refreshing fertilize the plain, And make, on mountain tops, fresh verdure reign; Sing to the Lord a grateful hymn of praise, Let each glad heart its song of rapture raise. 4 He hears the ravens cry, he gives them food, And feeds with care the tenants of the Unmark'd by him no humble lilies fade, 5 Praise ye the Lord! and let the grateful PSALM CXLVIII. H. M. Universal praise. 1 Ye boundless realms of joy, Your voices raise, And: Seraphim, Ye Cherubim, To sing his praise. 2 Thou moon, that rul'st the night, His praise declare, Ye heav'ns above, And clouds that move In liquid air. 3 Let them adore the Lord, And all shall last, His firm decree From changes free; 4 Let earth her tribute pay; Fire, hail, and snow, And misty air, 5 By hills and mountains, all By ev'ry beast, And creeping thing, And fowl of wing, His name be blest. 6 United zeal be shown, His wond'rous fame to raise ; Earth's utmost ends His pow'r obey; His glorious sway The sky transcends. PSALM CXLVIII. Six Line C. M. 1 Begin, my soul, th' exalted lay; Lo! heaven, and earth, and seas, and skies, In one melodious concert rise, 2 Ye angels, spread the joyful sound, |