Who can His mighty deeds express, Extend to me that favour, Lord, O may I worthy prove to see Thy saints in full prosperity! And count Thy people's triumph mine. PSALM CVII. To God above, from all below, C.M. But chief by those His Name be bless'd, And reach'd His arm to save. To east, to west, to south, to north, His hand in pity brought them forth, Behold them on the desert stray, Distress'd, to God they make their prayer, They reach their destined seat. Oh! then, that all would bless His Name, And pleased from age to age proclaim PSALM CXIII. I. (1, 2, 3.) YE saints and servants of the Lord, N.V. 6 of 8. Due praise to His great Name address. God through the world extends His sway, The regions of eternal day But shadows of His glory are. Though 'tis beneath His state to view Yet He to earth vouchsafes His care; PSALM CXIII. II. HALLELUJAH! raise, O raise 78. Blessed be for evermore That dread Name which we adore; O'er all nations God alone, Yet to view the heavens He bends, He can raise the poor to stand He the broken spirit cheers, PSALM CXVI. N.V. C.M. (5, 6, 7, 8, 9.) How just and merciful is God! How gracious is the Lord! Who saves the harmless, and to me Then, free from pensive cares, my soul, Resume thy wonted rest; For God has wondrously to thee When death alarm'd me, He removed Therefore my life's remaining years, PSALM CXVII. (1, 2.) WITH cheerful notes let all the earth To heaven their voices raise : Let all, inspired with godly mirth, Sing solemn hymns of praise. 'God's tender mercy knows no bound, His truth shall ne'er decay: Then let the willing nations round Their grateful tribute pay. PSALM CXVIII. I. (1, 2. 15. 17. 19.) O PRAISE the Lord, for He is good, His mercies ne'er decay: That His kind favours ever last, Let thankful Israel say. N.V. C.M. N.V. C.M. Joy fills the dwelling of the just, God will not suffer me to fall, But still prolongs my days; That, by declaring all His works, I may advance His praise. Then open wide the temple-gates PSALM CXVIII. II. (24, 25. 28, 29.) THIS day is God's; let all the land Exalt their cheerful voice: Lord, we beseech Thee, save us now, Thou art my Lord, O God, and still O then with me give thanks to God, PSALM CXVIII. III. Joy and salvation in the tents The right hand of the Lord is high, I shall not die, but live, and tell N.V. C.M. C.M. |