1 I PSALM 77. OLD VERSION. Will regard and think upon The working of the Lord, And all his wonders past and gone I gladly will record. 2 Yea, all his works I will declare, And what he did devise; To tell his facts I will not spare, And all his counsel wise. Thy works, O Lord, are all upright, What one hath strength to match the might Of thee, the Lord our God? 4 Thou art a God that dost forth show PSALM 81. 1 TO God, our never-failing strength, And jointly make a cheerful noise 2 Compose a hymn of praise, and touch Let psalteries and pleasant harps 3 Let trumpets at the great new moon To celebrate th' appointed time, 4 For this a statute was of old, Which Jacob's God decreed, To be with pious care observ'd By Israel's chosen seed. 1 0 PSALM 84. God of Hosts, the mighty Lord, Where thou, enthron'd in glory, shews't 2 My longing soul faints with desire 3 0 Lord of hosts, my King and God, And there thy praise display! 4 Thrice happy they, whose choice has thee Their sure protection made; Who long to tread the sacred ways That to thy dwelling lead! PART 2. 10 Lord, the mighty God of hosts, Thou God of Jacob, let my pray'r 2 For in thy courts one single day Than, Lord, in any place besides 3 For God, who is our sun and shield, 4 Thou God, whom heav'nly hosts obey, How highly blest is he, Whose hope and trust, securely plac'd, PSALM 84. OLD VERSION. How 1 HOW pleasant is thy dwelling-place, O Lord of hosts, to me! The tabernacles of thy grace, 2 O, they be blessed that may dwell 3 Yea, happy sure likewise are they 4 As they go through the vale of tears, 5 From strength to strength they go full fast, No faintness there shall be; And so the God of gods at last PSALM 85. 10 God our Saviour, all our hearts To thy obedience turn; That, quench'd with our repenting tears, burn. 2 For why should'st thou be angry still, 3 Thy gracious favour, Lord, display, 4 God's answer patiently I'll wait; (If they no more to folly turn,) His mourning saints will bless. 1 TEACH PSALM 86. EACH me thy way, O Lord, and I In rev'rence to thy sacred Name Devoutly fix my heart. 2 Thee will I praise, O Lord my God, Praise thee with heart sincere, And to thy everlasting Name 3 But thou thy constant goodness didst PSALM 89. 1 THY mercies, Lord, shall be my song, My song on them shall ever dwell: To ages yet unborn my tongue Thy never-failing truth shall tell. 2 For such stupendous truth and love Both heav'n and earth just praises owe, By choirs of angels sung above, And by assembled saints below. 3 What seraph of celestial birth 4 With rev'rence and religious dread PSALM 90. 1 THOU turnest man, O Lord, to dust, Of which he first was made ; And when thou speak'st the word, "Return," "Tis instantly obey'd. |