To thine abode. Our hearts aspire, To meet our God. Where God appoints to hear! Thrice happy they, That love the way To Zion's hill. Through this dark vale of tears; O God our King! so a Direct and bring 01 Our willing feet. Tot PSALM LXXXV. L. M. 1 ARISE, O God! and let thy grace Diffuse its beams on Jacob's race: 2 How long shall Jacob's offspring prove The sad suspension of thy lo For ever shall thine anger burn! And wilt Thou never, Lord, return? 3 In pity their backslidings heal, Their trespass hide, their pardon seal ; And bid its kindled flames expire. And wake to joy each grateful heart: PSALM XC. C. M. Our Hope in years to come, And our eternal Home! Or earth received her frame, From everlasting Thou art God, To endless years the same. 3 Thy word commands our flesh to dust, « Return ye sons of men;" All nations rose from earth at first, . And turn to earth again. "... 4 A thousand ages in thy sight',' 1' Are like an evening gone; 4, Short as the watch that ends the night, Before the rising sun." } , PSALM XCII. C. M. 1 How good and pleasant must it be To thank the Lord most high; His name to magnify! His goodness to relate; The glad effects repeat! 3 For thro' thy wondrous works, O Lord, Thou mak'st my heart rejoice; PSALM XCV. L. M. Loud thanks to our Almighty Kings To thank him for his favours past; The praise that to His name belongs. 3 O let us to His courts repair, And bow with adoration there; PSALM XCV. Second Version. S. M. 1 COME, sound His praise abroad; And hymns of glory sing; The universal King. He gave the sea its bound; And His the solid ground. 3 Come worship at His throne, . Come, bow before the Lord; He form'd us by his word. 4 To-day obey His voice, Nor dare provoke His rod; Come, as the people of His choice, And own your gracious God. PSALM XCVI. C. M. Ye tribes of ev'ry tongue : A new and holy song. -; : 2 Say to the nations-Jesus reigns, '... Say to the natiAlmighty, Son sustains, His pow'r the sinking world sustains, And grace surrounds His throne. 3 Let an unusual joy surprise The islands of the sea : Prepare the Lord his way. PSALM XCVIII. C. M. Let earth receive her King: Let all creation sing. In praise your tongues employ : Floods, clap your hands; exult ye plains; And shoui, ye hills, for joy. 3 Behold, he comes! He comes to bless The nations as their God; And send His truth abroad. 4 No more let sins and sorrows grow, Nor thorns infest the ground: Far as the curse is found., Let earth receive her King: Let all creation sing. |