PSALM 107. THEY that in ships with courage bold Frighten'd to hear the tempest roar, Then to the Lord they raise their cries, O that the sons of men would praise And those that see his wond'rous ways PSALM 108. O GOD, my heart is fully bent, My tongue with cheerful songs of praise Awake my lute, nor thou my harp Thy warbling notes delay, Whilst I with early hymns of joy To all the list'ning tribes, O Lord, And to those nations sing thy praise, Because thy mercy's boundless height The highest heav'n transcends; And far beyond th' aspiring clouds Thy faithful truth extends. PSALM 111. SONGS of immortal praise belong Let ev'ry heart and ev'ry tongue Great are the works his hand hath wrought, How glorious in our sight, His wonders with delight. His favours to the grateful sense To fear his pow'r, to trust his grace, Is our divinest skill; The blissful task of human race Is to obey his will. PSALM 112. THAT man is blest who stands in awe His house, the seat of wealth shall be His justice, free from all decay, The soul that's fill'd with virtue's light, Beset with threat'ning dangers round, Unmov'd shall he maintain his ground: The sweet remembrance of the just, Shall flourish when he sleeps in dust. PSALM 113.. YE children which do serve the Lord, Is to be praised with great fame. The Lord all people doth surmount, He doth abase himself, we know, And also in the heav'n above: The needy out of dust to draw, And so did set him up on high, That rule his people with great fame: |