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O RENDER thanks to God above,
The fountain of eternal love;
Whose mercy firm through ages past
Has stood, and shall for ever last.
Who can his mighty deeds express,
Not only vast, but numberless ?
What mortal eloquence can raise
His tribute of immortal praise ?
Happy are they, and only they,
Who from thy judgments fear to stray ;
Who know what's right, nor only so,
But strive to practise what they know.
Extend to me that favour, Lord,
Thou to thy chosen dost afford :
When thou return'st to set them free,
Let thy salvation visit me.
HOW are thy servants bless'd, O Lord !
How sure is thy defence !
Eternal Wisdom is their guide,
Their help Omnipotence.
In foreign realms, and lands remote,
Supported by thy care,
Through burning climes they pass unhurt,
And breathe in tainted air.
From all their dangers and their fears
Thy mercy sets them free;
While in the confidence of prayer
Their souls take hold on thee.
In midst of dangers, fears, and deaths,
We will thy name adore ;
We praise thee for thy mercies past,
And trust thy grace for more.
WINCHESTER NEW. D. C. M.
O GOD, my heart is fully bent
To magnify thy name;
My tongue, with cheerful songs of praise,
Shall celebrate thy fame.
Because thy mercy's boundless height
The highest heaven transcends,
And far beyond th' aspiring clouds
Thy faithful truth extends.
Be thou, O God, exalted high
Above the starry frame;
And let the world, with one consent,
Confess thy glorious name.
That all thy chosen people thee
Their Saviour may declare :
Let thy right hand protect me still,
And answer thou my prayer.
O GOD, whose former mercies make
My constant praise thy due,
Hold not thy peace, but my sad state
With wonted favour view.
Still for thy mercy's sake, O Lord,
Do thou my foes withstand;
That all may see 'tis thy own act,
The work of thy right hand.
Then I to God, in grateful thanks,
My cheerful voice will raise ;
And, where the great assembly meets,
Set forth his noble praise.
For him the poor shall always find
Their sure and constant friend ;
And he shall from unrighteous dooms
Their guiltless souls defend.
THE Lord unto my Lord thus spake;
Till I thy foes thy footstool make,
Sit thou in state at my right hand :
Supreme in Sion thou shalt be,
All, all thy proud oppressors see
Subjected to thy just command.
Thee, in thy power's triumphant day,
The willing nations shall obey :
And, when thy rising beams they view,
Shall all redeem'd from error's night,
Appear as numberless and bright
As crystal drops of morning dew.
The Lord hath sworn, nor sworn in vain,
That like Melchisedech's, thy reign
And priesthood shall no period know:
Thou in the highway brooks shall first,
Like a poor pilgrim, slake thy thirst,
And then in triumph raise thy head.
PRAISE ye the Lord; our God to praise
My soul her utmost pow'rs shall raise ;
With private friends, and in the throng
Of saints, his praise shall be my song.
Just are the dealings of his hands,
Immutable are his commands;
By truth and equity sustain'd,
And for eternal rules ordain'd.
He set his saints from bondage free,
And then establish'd his decree,
For ever to remain the same;
Holy and rev'rend is his name,
His bounty, like a flowing tide,
Has all his servants’ wants supplied ;
And he will ever keep in mind
His cov’nant with our fathers sign'd.
THAT man is blest who stands in awe
Of God, and loves his sacred law :
In heav'nly peace his days shall end,
And blessings to his seed descend.
The soul that's fill’d with holy light,
Shines brightest in affliction's night :
He trusts in God, and will not fear
The evil tidings he may hear.
His stedfast piety shall claim
A lasting favor for his name:
The sweet remembrance of the just
Shall flourish when he sleeps in dust.
His name the poor shall learn to bless,
Who oft hath succour'd their distress;
And many an humble mourner's tear
Shall grace the good man's honor'd bier.
YE saints and servants of the Lord,
The triumphs of his name record ;
His sacred name for ever bless :
Where'er the circling sun displays
His rising beams, or setting rays,
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:
With him, whose majesty excels,
Who made the heaven in which he dwells,
Let no created power compare.
Though 'tis beneath his state to view
In highest heaven what angels do,
Yet he to earth vouchsafes his care:
He takes the needy from his cell,
Advancing him in courts to dwell,
Companion to the greatest there.
WHEN Israel, by th' Almighty led,
Enrich'd with their oppressors' spoil,
From Egypt march’d, and Jacob's seed
From bondage in a foreign soil;
The distant sea with terror saw,
And from th' Almighty's presence fled;
Old Jordan's streams, surpris'd with awe,
Retreated to their fountain's head.
O sea, what made your tide withdraw,
And naked leave your oosy bed ?
Why, Jordan, against nature's law
Recoil'dst thou to thy fountain's head ?
Earth, tremble on; well may'st thou fear
Thy Lord and Maker's face to see ;
When Jacob's awful God draws near,
'Tis time for earth and seas to flee.
LORD, not to us, we claim no share,
But to thy sacred name,
Give glory for thy mercy sake,
And truth's eternal fame.
O Israel, make the Lord your trust,
Who is your help and shield :
Priests, Levites, trust in him alone,
Who only help can yield.
Let all, who truly fear the Lord,
On him they fear rely :
Who them in danger can defend,
And all their wants supply.
On you, and on your heirs, he will
Increase of blessings bring;
Thrice happy you who children are
Of this Almighty King.