3 We'll praise him while he lends us breath;
And when our voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ our nobler powers:
Our days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.

147.

FIRST PART. L. M. WATTS.

1 PRAISE ye the Lord! 'tis good to raise Our hearts and voices in his praise: His nature and his works unite

To make this duty our delight.

2 He formed the stars, those heavenly flames;
He counts their numbers, calls their names;
His wisdom 's vast, and knows no bound;
His counsels are a deep profound.

3 Great is the Lord, and great his might;
Kind are his ways, his judgments right:
He loves the meek, rewards the just,
And lifts the humble from the dust.

4 His saints are precious in his sight;
He views his children with delight;
He sees their hope, he knows their fear,
Approves and owns his image there.
147. SECOND PART. C. M. SPIRIT OF PS.
Goodness of God. Morning.

1 DELIGHTFUL is the task to sing,
On each returning day,

The praises of our heavenly King,
And grateful homage pay.

2 The countless worlds, which, bathed in light, Through fields of azure move,

Proclaim his wisdom and his might,
But O, how great his love!

3 He deigns each broken, contrite heart
With tender care to bind;

And comfort, hope, and grace impart
To heal the wounded mind.

4 All creatures with instinctive cry,
From God implore their food;
His bounty grants a rich supply,
And fills the earth with good.

PSALMS.

5 Delightful is the task, O Lord!
With each returning day
Thy countless mercies to record,
And grateful homage pay.

147. THIRD PART. C. M. WATTS.
The Seasons of the Year.

1 WITH songs and honours sounding loud,
Address the Lord on high;

Over the heavens he spreads his cloud,
And waters veil the sky.

2 He sends his showers of blessings down
To cheer the plains below;

He makes the grass the mountains crown,
And corn in valleys grow.

3 His steady counsels change the face
Of each revolving year;

He bids the sun cut short his race,
And wintry days appear.

4 His hoary frost, his fleecy snow
Descend and clothe the ground;
The liquid streams forbear to flow,
In icy fetters bound.

5 He sends his word and melts the snow,
The fields no longer mourn;
He calls the warmer gales to blow,
And bids the spring return.

6 The changing wind-the flying cloud,
Obey his mighty word:

With songs and honours sounding loud,-
Praise ye the sovereign Lord.

148.

FIRST PART. S. M. WATTS.
Praise to God for his Perfection.

1 LET every creature join

To praise th' eternal God;
Ye heavenly hosts, the song begin,
And sound his name abroad.

2 Thou sun, with golden beams,
And moon, with paler rays;

Ye starry lights, ye twinkling flames,
Shine to your Maker's praise.

3 He built those worlds above,
And fixed their wondrous frame:
By his command they stand or move,
And ever speak his name.

4 By all his works above,

His honours be expressed;
But saints who taste his saving love,
Should sing his praises best.

148. SECOND PART. C. P. M. OGILVIE. 1 BEGIN, my soul, th' exalted lay, Let each enraptured thought obey, And praise th' Almighty's name: Lo! heaven and earth, and seas and skies, In one melodious concert rise,

To swell th' inspiring theme.

2 Thou heaven of heavens, his vast abode,
Ye clouds, proclaim your Maker God;
Ye thunders, speak his power:
Lo! on the lightning's fiery wing
In triumph walks th' eternal King:
Th' astonished worlds adore.

3 Ye deeps, with roaring billows rise,
To join the thunders of the skies,
Praise him, who bids you roll ;-
His praise in softer notes declare,
Each whispering breeze of yielding air,
And breathe it to the soul.

4 Wake, all ye soaring throngs, and sing;
Ye feathered warblers of the spring,
Harmoniqus anthems raise

To him who shaped your finer mould,
Who tipped your glittering wings with gold,
And tuned your voice to praise.

5 Let man, by nobler passions swayed,
Let man, in God's own image made,
His breath in praise employ ;
Spread wide his Maker's name around,
Till heaven shall echo back the sound,"
In songs of holy joy.

148. THIRD PART. H. M. WATTS.

1 YE tribes of Adam, join

With heaven, and earth, and seas,

And offer notes divine

Ye holy throng

Of angels bright,

To your Creator's praise.

In worlds of light
Begin the song.

2 The shining worlds above
In glorious order stand,
Or in swift courses move
By his supreme command.

He spake the word,
And all their frame

From nothing came
To praise the Lord.

3 Let all the nations fear

The God that rules above;

He brings his people near,

And makes them taste his love:

While earth and sky His saints shall raise Attempt his praise,

His honours high.

148. FOURTH PART. 8's & 7's. DUBLIN C. 1 PRAISE the Lord! ye heavens, adore him; Praise him, angels in the height; Sun and moon, rejoice before him; Praise him, all ye stars of light! 2 Praise the Lord, for he hath spoken; Worlds his mighty voice obeyed; Laws which never can be broken, For their guidance he hath made. 3 Praise the Lord, for he is glorious; Never shall his promise fail; God hath made his saints victorious, Sin and death shall not prevail. 4 Praise the God of our salvation, Hosts on high his power proclaim; Heaven and earth, and all creation, Praise and magnify his name!

149.

C. M. WATTS.

1 ALL ye that love the Lord, rejoice,
And let your songs be new;

Amidst the church, with cheerful voice,
His later wonders show.

2 The Jews, the people of his grace,
Shall their Redeemer sing;

And Gentile nations join the praise,
While Zion owns her King.

3 The Lord takes pleasure in the just,
Whom sinners treat with scorn;
The meek, who lie despised in dust,
Salvation shall adorn.

4 Saints shall be joyful in their King,
E'en on a dying bed:

And like the souls in glory sing,
For God shall raise the dead.
5 When Christ his judgment-seat ascends,
And bids the world appear,

Thrones are prepared for all his friends,
Who humbly loved him here.

150.

7's. MERRICK.

1 PRAISE-oh praise the name divine, Praise him at the hallowed shrine; Let the firmament on high

To its Maker's praise reply.

2 All who vital breath enjoy,

In his praise that breath employ;
Heaven and earth the chorus join;
Praise-oh praise the name divine.