4 Let heaven be glad, let earth rejoice, Let ocean lift its roaring voice, Proclaiming loud, “ Jehovah reigns;" For joy let fertile vallies fing, And tuneful groves their tribute bring To him, whofe power the world fuftains. 5 Come, the great day, the glorious hour, When earth fhall own his fov'reign power, And barb'rous nations fear his name; Then fhall the univerfe confefs The beauty of his holiness, And in his courts his grace proclaim. Plaim XCVII. Long Metre. TH Grace and Glory. 'H' Almighty reigns exalted high, O'er all the earth, o'er all the iky; Let the whole earth in fongs rejoice, And hofts celeftial join their voice. 2 Deep are his counfels and unknown, 3 Ye, who confefs his holy name, 4 Immortal light, and joys unknown [*] Rejoice, ye righteous, and record WATTS. Palm XCVIII. Common Metre. [X] O our Almighty Maker, GOD, The Gentiles make his name their truft, 3 Joy to the world! the Lord is come; Let ev'ry heart prepare him room, 4 Joy to the world! her Saviour reigns; 5 While lands and feas, rocks, hills and plains Repeat the founding joy. No more let fin and forrow grow, Nor violence abound; He comes to make his bleffings flow, 6 He rules the world with righteoufnefs, WATTS 4 The pure, the faithful, and the juft, Thefe are the friends that I will truft, 5 The wretch that deals in fly deceit, And make the wicked flee; WATTS. Plalm CII. First Part. C. M. [ Prayer beard, and Zion reflored. ET Zion and her fons rejoice; Behold the promis'd hour! Her God hath heard her mourning voice, 2 Her duft and ruins that remain, 3 The Lord will raife Jerufalem, Nations fhall bow and own his name, 4 He fits a fovereign on his throne, He hears the dying prifoners groan, And when like wand'ring fheep we ftray'd, 3 We are his people, we his care, 4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful fongs, High as the heaven our voices raise; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Firm as a rock, thy truth fhall stand, WATTS. Palm CI. Common Metre. [ or b] A Pfalm for the Mafter of a Family. O juftice and of grace I fing, Thy grace and juftice, heavenly King, 2 Now to my tent, O God, repair, And make thy fervant wife; I'll fuffer nothing near me there, That fhall offend thine eyes. 3 The man who doth his neighbour wrong, The fcornful eye, the fland'rous tongue, Disease and death, at his command, 3 Yet in the midst of death and grief, 5 The ftarry curtains of the fky But ftill thy throne ftands firm and high, 6 Before thy face, thy church fhall live, WATTS. Pfalm CIII. Firft Part. L. M. [*] B' Praife to God for bis Goodness. LESS, O my foul, the living GOD, 2 Blefs, O my foul, the God of grace, |