PSALM 92.

ALM 92. Part 1. L. M.

salm for the Lord's day.

the work, my God, my King, * praise tny name, give thanks and sing, To show thy love by morning light, And talk of all thy truths at night. 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest, No mortal care shall seize my breast, O, may mine heart in tune be found Like David's harp of solemn sound. 3 My heart shall triumph in my God, And bless his word, and bless his rod, His counsels bright in glory shine, His grace and justice are divine.

4 Fools never raise their thoughts so high, Like brutes they live, like brutes they die; Like grass they flourish 'till his breath Blast them in everlasting death.

5 But I shall share a glorious part,

When God has well refin'd mine heart,
And fresh supplies of grace are shed
Like sacred oil to cheer mine head.
6 Sin (my worst enemy before)

Shall vex mine eyes and ears no more,
Mine inward foes shall all be slain,
Nor Satan break my peace again.
7 Then shall I see, and hear, and know,
All I desir'd or wish'd below;

And every power find sweet employ,
In that eternal world of joy

PSALM 92. Part 2. L. M.

Delight in public worship.

1 IT is a sweet and pleasant thing, The praises of my God to sing,

To talk of Christ by day and night,
Affords the saints a pure delight.
2 Begin, my soul, the cheerful lay,
Let music consecrate the day,
Tune every note, touch every chord,
Rejoice and triumph in the Lord.

3 The mighty works that God has wrought,
Are great beyond the power of thought,
He sent his Son on earth below,
That sinners might a Savior know,
4 I'll sing my Savior's wond'rous birth,
Thy love, O Jesús, gives me mirth,
An heaven in thee my soul enjoys,
And well this sacred day employs.
5 But fools, who let such wonders pass,
Spring up and flourish like the grass,
They spend their days on earth like brutes,
And in thy praise, O God, are mutes.
6 In vain they spring, in vain they rise,
None but the saints are truly wise,
For God shall soon destroy his foes,
And send them down to 'eternal woes.
7 This shall the just with triumph see,
And flourish like the 'immortal tree,
Increasing life from Christ the Vine,
Shall make their age in honor shine.

PSALM 92. Part 3. L. M.

The church is the garden of God.
1 LORD, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand,
In gardens planted by thine hand;
Let me within thy church be seen,
Like a young ceder fresh and green.

2 There grow thy saints in faith and love,
Blest with thine influence from above;

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Not Lebanon, in beauty fair,

Can with the church of Christ compare. 3 As plants revive by morning dew, So shall the saints their strength renew; The God of grace his spirit grants,

To nurture well the growing plants. 4 The plants of grace shall death survive, Nature decays but grace must thrive, Time that does all things else impair, Shall make them flourish strong and fair. 5 His aged saints the Lord recruits, And loads their lives with choicest fruits, A vital sap from Christ the vine, Makes every branch in honor shine. 6 The Lord, the holy just and true, Will give his suffering saints their due, And none, who serve his gates, shall find A God unfaithful or unkind.

PSALM 93. L M .

The eternal and sovreign God.

1 JEHOVAH reigns, he dwells in light,
Array'd in robes divinely bright;
The world created by his hands,
Firm on its old foundation stands.
2 But ere this spacious world was made,
Or had its first foundation laid,
Jehovah reign'd, his dazzling throne
A radient* blaze of glory shone.

3 Thy throne, O God, is boundless space, Eternity thy dwelling place,

Nature from thee receiv'd its laws,
Thyself the first eternal cause.

* Radient, sparkling, bright.

4. When ocean roars with dreadful noise,
The rolling earth maintains its poise;
In vain the sea with fury raves,

The Lord is mightier than its waves.
5 Like floods the boisterous nations rise,
And aim their rage against the skies,
Vain floods, that aim their rage so high!
At thy rebuke the billows die.

6 For ever shall thy throne endure,
Thy promise stands for ever sure,
The holy song, the sacred ode,*
Become the house of thine abode.

PSALM 93. Second Meter, as the 50th old.
God is unchangable and eternal.

1 JEHOVAH reigns on high and rules our globe, His girdle strength and majesty his robe; Cloath'd with the light he wears the dazzling rays,

His scepter love that o'er the world he sways; Long stood his throne ere he began creation, And his own Godhead was its firm foundation. 2 This wide creation rose at his command, Built by his word and fashion'd by his hand, He gave to nature sure establish'd laws, Himself the first and uncreated cause, No second cause his plan of things deranges, When God repents his purpose never changes. 3 God is the 'eternal King; his rival foes

In vain rebell, and dare his arm to 'oppose, Usurping kings like swelling floods arise, And roar and toss their rage against the skies, Foaming at heaven they proudly seek promotion, But heaven in laughter scorns the lofty notion.

* Ode, poem.

4 Ye tempests cease, ye monarchs stop the flood,
Nor think in wrath to deluge saints in blood,
The church remains, establish'd on the Rock,
Disdains your rage and nobly bears the shock;
Behold the saints when they appear before him,
Bow at his footstool and with fear adore him.
5 God and his church for ever must exist,
When this vain world shall disappear like mist,
Safe stands his throne amidst the general wreck,
The burning globe is in his view a speck;
When God to judge the guilty world makes ready,
None but himself could hold the balance steady.

PSALM 93. Third meter, as the old 122.
The Lord reigneth.

1 JEHOVAH reigns alone,

The splendor of his throne,

Reflects his awful glories round

He wears the rays of light,

And angels in his sight

Adore with awe and fear profound.

2 Upheld by his command,

The world awhile must stand,
Its final end yet drawing nigh;

But ere this world was built,
Or men were plung'd in guilt,

The God of nature reign'd on high.

3 In vain the noisy croud,

Like billows fierce and loud,

Against his empire rage and roar;

In vain the sons of hate,

On saints their malice sate*

And dash like waves against the shore.
*To sate, to satisfy, to glut.