3 4 5 6 7 8 9 His wisdom framed the sun [He smote the first-born sons, His power and lifted rod A wondrous passage through But cruel Pharaoh there With all his host he drowned; PAUSE. The kings of Canaan fell His power and grace He saw the nations lie Thy mercy, Lord, He sent his only Son To save us from our woe, From Satan, sin, and death, His power and grace 10 Give thanks aloud to God, 1 Shall still endure; And ever sure Abides thy word. 43 He built the earth, he spread the sky, And fixed the starry lights on high: Wonders of grace to God belong, Repeat his mercies in your song. PSALM 136. Abridged. L. M. God's wonders of creation providence, redemption, and salvation GIVE to our God immortal praise: Mercy and truth are all his ways: Wonders of grace to God belong, Repeat his mercies in your song. 2 Give to the Lord of lords renown, The King of kings with glory crown: His mercies ever shall endure, When lords and kings are known no more. 4 He fills the sun with morning light, He bids the moon direct the night; His mercies ever shall endure, When suns and moons shall shine no more. 5 The Jews he freed from Pharaoh's hand, 6 He saw the Gentiles dead in sin, 7 He sent his Son with power to save 8 Through this vain world he guides our feet, And leads us to his heavenly seat: 1 His mercies ever shall endure, When this vain world shall be no more. PSALM 138. L. M. Restoring and preserving grace. WITH all my powers of heart and tongue I'll praise my maker in my song: 2 Angels that make thy church their care 3 I'll sing thy truth and mercy, Lord, 4 To God I cried when troubles rose; 5 The God of heaven maintains his state, 6 Amidst a thousand snares I stand 7 Grace will complete what grace begins, 1 Lo PSALM 139. PART I. L. M. The all-seeing God. ORD, thou hast searched and seen me Thine eye commands with piercing view My heart and flesh with all their powers. 4 Amazing knowledge, vast and great! 50 may these thoughts possess my breast, Where'er I rove, where'er I rest; Nor let my weaker passions dare 'Consent to sin, for God is there.' PAUSE I. 6 Could I so false, so faithless prove, 7 If up to heaven I take my flight, 'Tis there thou dwellest enthroned in light; Or dive to hell, there vengeance reigns, And Satan groans beneath thy chains. 8 If mounted on a morning ray, 9 Or should I try to shun thy sight PSALM 139. PART III. L. M. Sincerity professed, and grace tried; or, The heart-searching God. MY God, what inward grief I feel 3 Lord, search my soul, try every thought; 4 Doth secret mischief lurk within ? PSALM 139. PART I. C. M. all my vast concerns with thee, 10 O may these thoughts possess my breast, 1 Naam my soul would try 'Where'er I rove, where'er I rest! 'Nor let my weaker passions dare • Consent to sin, for God is there.' PAUSE II. 11 The veil of night is no disguise, No screen from thy all-searching eyes; Thy hand can seize thy foes as soon Through midnight shades as blazing noon. 12 Midnight and noon in this agree, Great God, they 're both alike to thee; Not death can hide what God will spy, And hell lies naked to his eye. 13 O may these thoughts possess my breast, • Where'er I rove, where'er I rest! Nor let my weaker passions dare Consent to sin, for God is there.' PSALM 139. PART II. L. M. work of such a curious frame; In me thy fearful wonders shine, And each proclaims thy skill divine. 2 Thine eyes did all my limbs survey, Which yet in dark confusion lay: Thou sawest the daily growth they took, Formed by the model of thy book. 3 By thee my growing parts were named, And what thy sovereign counsels framed, (The breathing lungs, the beating heart,) Was copied with unerring art. 4 At last, to show my Maker's name, 5 There the young seeds of thought began, PAUSE. 6 Lord, since in my advancing age Thy thoughts of love to me surmount 7 I could survey the ocean o'er, And count each sand that makes the shore, Before my swiftest thoughts could trace The numerous wonders of thy grace. 8 These on my heart are still impressed, With these I give my eyes to rest; And at my waking hour I find To shun thy presence, Lord, or flee 2 Thy all-surrounding sight surveys My public walks, my private ways, 3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord 4 O wondrous knowledge, deep and high, 5 So let thy grace surround me still, PAUSE. 6 Lord, where shall guilty souls retire In hell they meet thy dreadful fire, 7 Should I suppress my vital breath Thy voice would break the bars of death, And make the grave resign. 8 If winged with beams of morning light, I fly beyond the west, Thy hand, which must support my flight, 9 If o'er my sins I think to draw 10 The beams of noon, the midnight hour, Are both alike to thee: 1 power O may I ne'er provoke that PSALM 139. PART II. C. M. The wisdom of God in the formation of man. WHEN I with pleasing wonder stand, And all my frame survey, Lord, 'tis thy work: I own thy hand 2 Thy hand my heart and reins possest Thy wisdom all my features traced, 3 Thine eye with nicest care surveyed Till the whole scheme thy thoughts had laid Was copied by thy art." 4 Heaven, earth, and sea, and fire, and wind, 12 Let judgment not against me pass; 1 O may the hour that ends my sleep PSALM 141. 2-5. L. M. MY God, accept my early vows, Like morning incense in thine house, 2 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord, God is the hope of the helpless. ITO God I made my sorrows known, From God I sought relief; In long complaints before his throne 2 My soul was overwhelmed with woes, My God, who all my burthens knows, 3 On every side I cast mine eye, And found my helpers gone, While friends and strangers passed me by 4 Then did I raise a louder cry, 5 Lord, I am brought exceeding low, And make my foes who vex me know 6 From my sad prison set me free, PSALM 143. L. M. Complaint of heavy afflictions in mind and body. 1 MY righteous Judge, my gracious God, Hear when I spread my hands abroad, And cry for succour from thy throne; O make thy truth and mercy known. Behold thy servant pleads thy grace: 3 Look down in pity, Lord, and see My thoughts in musing silence trace 7 My God, thy long delay to save 8 The night is witness to my tears, 12 Then shall my soul no more complain, 1 PSALM 144. 12-15. PART III. L. M. Grace above riches; or, The happy nation. APPY the city, where their sons H Like pillars round a palace set, And daughters bright as polished stones, 1 PSALM 145. L. M. The greatness of God. MY God, my King, thy various praise Shall fill the remnant of my days; Thy grace employ my humble tongue Till death and glory raise the song. 2 The wings of every hour shall bear Some thankful tribute to thine ear; And every setting sun shall see New works of duty done for thee. 3 Thy truth and justice I'll proclaim; Thy bounty flows, an endless stream, Thy mercy swift, thine anger slow, But dreadful to the stubborn foe. 4 Thy works with sovereign glory shine, Let Britain round her shores proclaim 6 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds? 1 PSALM 145. 1-7, 11-14. PART I. C. M. 1 LONG as I live I'm bless thy name, My King, my God of love; My work and joy shall be the same 2 Great is the Lord, his power unknown, I'll sing the honours of thy throne, 3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue; 4 Fathers to sons shall teach thy name, 5 Thy glorious deeds of ancient date 6 The world is managed by thy hands, PSALM 145. 7, &c. PART II. C. M. The goodness of God. IS My God, my heavenly King; WEET is the memory of thy grace, Let age to age thy righteousness 12 God reigns on high, but not confines Through the whole earth his bounty shines, 3 With longing eyes thy creatures wait Thy liberal hand provides their meat, 4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord! 5 Creatures, with all their endless race, PSALM 145. 14, 17, &c. PART III. C. M. 1 Thy strengthening hands uphold the weak, 2 When sorrow bows the spirit down, Beneath some proud oppressor's frown, 3 The Lord supports our tottering days, 4 He knows the pains his servants feel, And their best wishes to fulfil, His grace is ever nigh. 5 His mercy never shall remove From men of heart sincere : He saves the souls whose humble love 6 [His stubborn foes his sword shall slay, 7 [My lips shall dwell upon his praise, PSALM 146. L. M. Praise to God for his goodness and truth. PRAISE SE ye the Lord, my heart shall join Now, while the flesh is mine abode. 2 Praise shall employ my noblest powers, My days of praise shall ne'er be past, 3 Why should I make a man my trust? 4 Happy the man whose hopes rely 7 He loves his saints, he knows them well, PSALM 146. As the 113th Psalm. Praise to God for his goodness and truth. 'I'A my voice is lost in death, LL praise my Maker with my breath; Praise shall employ my nobler powers: My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures. 2 Why should I make a man my trust? Princes must die, and turn to dust; Vain is the help of flesh and blood: Their breath departs, their pomp and power, And thoughts, all vanish in an hour, Nor can they make their promise good. 3 Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel's God; he made the sky, And earth and seas, with all their train: His truth for ever stands secure : He saves the opprest, he feeds the poor, And none shall find his promise vain. 4 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind; The Lord supports the sinking mind; He sends the labouring conscience peace: He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless, And grants the prisoner sweet release. 5 He loves his saints; he knows them well, But turns the wicked down to hell; Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns: Let every tongue, let every age, 6 I'll praise him while he lends me breath; And when my voice is lost in death 1 Praise shall employ my nobler powers: My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life and thought and being last, Or immortality endures. PSALM 147. PART I. L. M. The divine nature, providence, and grace. PRAISE ye the Lord; 'tis good to raise Our hearts and voices in his praise; His nature and his works invite To make this duty our delight. 2 The Lord builds up Jerusalem, 3 He formed the stars, those heavenly flames, He counts their numbers, calls their names; His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound, A deep where all our thoughts are drowned. 4 Great is our Lord, and great his might, And all his glories infinite; He crowns the meek, rewards the just, PAUSE. 5 Sing to the Lord, exalt him high, 1 PSALM 147. PART II. L. M. Summer and winter. A song for Great Britain. 2 Thy children are secure and blest; 3 Thy changing seasons he ordains, 4 With hoary frost he strews the ground, 5 He bids the southern breezes blow, 6 To all the isle his laws are shown, 1 PSALM 147. 7-9, 13-18. C. M. WITH songs and honours sounding loud Address the Lord on high: Over the heavens he spreads his cloud, 2 He sends his showers of blessing down, He makes the grass the mountains crown 3 He gives the grazing ox his meat, 4 His steady counsels change the face He bids the sun cut short his race, 5 His hoary frost, his fleecy snow, 6 When from his dreadful stores on high The wretch that dares this God defy 7 He sends his word, and melts the snow, The fields no longer mourn; He calls the warmer gales to blow, 8 The changing wind, the flying cloud, 1 With songs and honours sounding loud, Praise ye the sovereign Lerd. PSALM 148. P.M. Praise to God from all creatures. YE tribes of Adam, join With heaven, and earth, and seas, And offer notes divine To your Creator's praise : |