• The Lord ye know, is God indeed;
Wabout our à. He did us make:
We are his Exk. He doth us feed:
And for his sheep. He doth us take.
3 0 enter then his gates with praise,
Approach with joy his courts unto:
Praise, laud, and bless his Name always;
For it is seemly so to do.
PSALM CI. L. M.
1 My song shall be of mercy, Lord,
Thy judgments shall my soul record;
To Thee I'll sing with grateful voice,
I'll gaze, and tremble, and rejoice.
2 When wilt Thou come to me, my God, And make my heart thy blest abode ? O may I walk as in thy sight,
With conscience clear and heart upright.
3 The faithful in my house shall dwell,
With me thy loving-kindness tell;
Deceit and falsehood shall depart,
The sland'rous tongue, the froward heart.
4 The Church below, in peace and love,
Shall emulate the Church above;
Form'd by thy Spirit and thy Word,
The holy city of the Lord.
1 O BLESS the Lord, my soul!
His grace to thee proclaim:
And all that is within me join
To bless his holy name:
O bless the Lord, my soul!
His mercies bear in mind;
Forget not all his benefits;
The Lord to thee is kind.
2 He will not always chide;
He will with patience wait:
His wrath is ever slow to rise,
And ready to abate:
He pardons all thy sins,
Prolongs thy feeble breath;
He healeth thine infirmities,
And ransoms thee from death.
3 He clothes thee with his love,
Upholds thee with his truth;
And, like the eagle's, He renews
The vigour of thy youth.
Then bless his holy name,
Whose grace hath made thee whole; Whose loving-kindness crowns thy days; O bless the Lord, my soul!
My soul praise the Lord,
Speak good of his Name;
O Lord our great God, How dost Thou appear! So passing in glory,
That great is thy fame; Honour and Majesty
In Thee shine most clear.
With light as a robe
Thou hast thyself clad,
Whereby all the earth
Thy greatness may see:
The heav'ns in such sort
Thou also hast spread,
That they to a curtain
Compared may be.
His chamber beams lie
In the clouds full sure,
Which as his chariots
Are made him to bear:
And there with much swiftness
His course doth endure,
Upon the wings riding
Of winds in the air.
1 O RENDER thanks and bless the Lord; Invoke his sacred Name;
Acquaint the nations with his deeds,
His matchless deeds proclaim.
2 Sing to his praise in lofty hymns, His wond'rous works rehearse;
Make them the theme of your discourse, And subject of your verse.
3 Rejoice in his Almighty Name, Alone to be ador'd,
And let their hearts o'erflow with joy, That humbly seek the Lord.
PSALM CVI. L. M.
1 O RENDER thanks to God above,
The fountain of eternal love;
Whose mercy firm through ages past
Has stood, and shall for ever last.
2 Who can His mighty deeds express,
Not only vast, but numberless?
What mortal eloquence can raise
His tribute of immortal praise?
3 Happy are they, and only they,
Who from thy judgments never stray;
Who know what's right-nor only so,
But always practice what they know.
4 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,
1 How are thy servants blest, O Lord!
How sure is their defence!
Eternal Wisdom is their guide,
Their help Omnipotence.
2 In foreign realms and lands remote,
Supported by thy care,
Thro' burning climes they pass unhurt,
And live in tainted air.
3 When by the dreadful tempest borne High on the broken wave,
They know Thou art not slow to hear,
Nor impotent to save.
4 The storm is laid, the winds retire,
Obedient to thy will;
The sea, that roars at thy command,
At thy command is still.
5 In midst of dangers, fears, and death, Thy goodness we'll adore;
We'll praise Thee for thy mercies past,
And humbly hope for more.
6 Thy Providence, that life hath kept,
Thy breath did first impart;
Oh may we ne'er forget thy love,
Nor from thy law depart.
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