4 Come see the wonders He hath wrought, On earth what desolation brought;
How He has calm'd the jarring world: He broke the warlike spear and bow; With them the thund'ring chariots too Into devouring flames were hurl'd.
1 LET all, with glad accord, The voice of triumph raise; With hymns adore their Lord, And loudly sing His praise; Who from above
His lightning flings, The King of kings The God of love.
2 In glory He ascends;
Loud let the trumpet blow;
To earth's remotest ends Loud let our praises flow;
For God is King
Of all the earth; With holy mirth His praises sing.
3 He o'er the heathen reigns, Placed on His heavenly throne; All, whom the earth sustains, Shall worship Him alone:
His shield extends
In their defence; His excellence
All height transcends.
1 THE Lord is great, and great His praise, To be exalted still, Within the city of our God, Upon His holy hill.
2 Mount Zion, joy of all the earth, His presence shall secure;
God in her palaces is known, A refuge strong and sure. 3 Assembled now with one accord, Within thy temple's gate, We for thy loving-kindness, Lord, Here in thy presence wait.
1 HAVE merey, Lord, on me, As Thou wert ever kind;
Let me, oppress'd with deepest guilt, Thy wonted mercy find.
2 Wash off my foul offence,
And cleanse me from my sin; For I confess my crime, and see How great my guilt has been.
3 Make me to hear with joy Thy kind forgiving voice;
That so the bones which Thou hast broke May with fresh strength rejoice.
4 Withdraw not Thou thy help, Nor cast me from thy sight; Nor let thy holy spirit take Its everlasting flight.
10 THOU that hear'st when sinners cry, Though all my crimes before Thee lie; Behold them not with angry look, But blot their mem'ry from thy book.
2 My soul lies humbled in the dust, And owns thy dreadful sentence just; Look down, O Lord! with pitying eye, And save the soul condemn'd to die.
3 Then will I teach the world thy ways; Sinners shall learn thy sov'reign grace; I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood, And they shall praise a pard'ning God.
3 O may thy love inspire my tongue! Salvation shall be all my song; And all my powers shall join to bless The Lord, my strength and righteousness.
1 AWAKE, my joy, awake, I say, My luțe, my harp, and string; And I myself before the day Will rise, rejoice, and sing.
2 Among the people I will tell The goodness of my God,
And shew His praise, that doth excel In heathen lands abroad.
3 His mercy doth extend as far As heavens all are high, His truth as high as any star That shineth in the sky.
PSALM LVII. Second Version. L. M. 1 AWAKE, my glory; harp and lute, No longer let your strings be mute; And I, my tuneful part to take, Will with the early dawn awake.
2 Thy praises, Lord, I will resound To all the list'ning nations round: Thy mercy highest heav'n transcends; Thy truth beyond the clouds extends.
3 Be Thou, O God, exalted high; And as thy glory fills the sky, So let it be on earth display'd, Till Thou art here as there obey'd.
1 GREAT God, from thy exhaustless store, Thy rain relieves the thirsty ground; Makes lands, that barren were before, With corn and useful fruits abound.
2 Thy goodness does the circling year With fresh returns of plenty crown; Where'er thy glorious paths appear, Thy fruitful clouds drop fatness down. 3 Large flocks with fleecy wool adorn The cheerful plains; the vallies bring Their plenteous crops of full-ear'd corn, They seem for joy to shout and sing.
4 Thy works pronounce thy pow'r divine; Thro' every month thy gifts appear; O'er every field thy glories shine; Great God! thy goodness crowns the
PSALM LXVII.
1 To bless thy chosen race,
In mercy, Lord! incline;
And cause the brightness of thy face On all thy saints to shine.
2 That so thy wond'rous way
May through the world be known; While distant lands their tribute pay, And thy salvation own.
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