PSALM 107.

THEY that in ships, with courage bold,
O'er seas their trade pursue,
Do God's amazing works behold,
Do there his wonders view!

Frighten'd to hear the tempest roar,
They pant with flutt'ring breath,
And hopeless of the distant shore,
Expect immediate death!

Then to the Lord they raise their cries,
Who hears their loud request,
He calms the thunder of the skies,
And lays the floods to rest.

O that the sons of men would praise
The goodness of the Lord!

And those that see his wondrous ways
His gracious love record.

PSALM 108.

O GOD, my heart is fully bent
To magnify thy Name;

My tongue with cheerful songs of praise
Shall celebrate thy fame.

Awake, my lute; nor thou, my harp,

Thy warbling notes delay; Whilst I with early hymns of joy Begin the dawning day.

To all the list'ning tribes, O Lord,

Thy wonders I will tell;

And to those nations sing thy praise,
That round about us dwell.

Because thy mercy's boundless height The highest heaven transcends; And far beyond th' aspiring clouds Thy faithful truth extends.

PSALM 111.

SONGS of immortal praise belong
To our Almighty God;

Let ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue
Proclaim his praise abroad.

Great are the works his hand hath wrought,

How glorious in our sight,
And men in ev'ry age have sought

His wonders with delight.

His favours to the grateful sense
Of mem❜ry stand confest,
Unbounded grace his hands dispense,
And pity fills his breast.

To fear his pow'r, to trust his grace,

Is our divinest skill;

The blissful task of human race
Is to obey his will.

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PSALM 112.

THAT man is blest, who stands in awe
Of God, and loves his sacred law;
His seed on earth shall be renown'd,
And with successive honours crown'd.

His house, the seat of wealth, shall be
An inexhausted treasury;

His justice, free from all decay,
Shall blessings to his heirs convey.

The soul that's fill'd with virtue's light,
Shines brightest in affliction's night!
To pity the distress'd inclin'd,
As well as just to all mankind.

Beset with threat'ning dangers round, Unmov'd shall he maintain his ground: The sweet remembrance of the just, Shall flourish when he sleeps in dust.

PSALM 113.

YE children, which do serve the Lord,
Praise ye his Name with one accord;
Yea, blessed be always his Name,
Who from the rising of the sun,
Till it return where it begun,

Is to be praised with great fame.

The Lord all people doth surmount;
As for his glory we may count,

Above the heavens high to be;
With God the Lord, who may compare,
Whose dwellings in the heavens are
Of such great power and force is he.

He doth abase himself, we know,
Things to behold on earth below,

And also in the heaven above:
The needy out of dust to draw,
Also the poor which help none saw;
His mercy only did him move:

And so did set him up on high,
With princes of great dignity,

That rule his people with great fame:
The barren he doth make to bear,
And with great joy her fruit to rear;
Therefore praise ye his holy Name.