Their gentle words, like ointment shed, Shall never bruise, but cheer my head. 4. When I behold them prest with grief, I'll cry to heaven for their relief; And by my warm petitions prove How much I prize their faithful love.

LXXVII.

HUNDRED & FORTY-SEVENTH

PSALM.

Words by Dr. Watts. Music, Lisburn, by Weyman.
1. PRAISE ye the Lord: 'tis good to raise
Your hearts and voices in his praise:
His nature and his works invite
To make this duty our delight.

2. He form'd the stars, those heavenly flames; He counts their numbers, calls their names: His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound; A deep where all our thoughts are drown'd. 3. Sing to the Lord; exalt Him high

Who spreads his clouds around the sky :
He makes the grass the hills adorn,
And clothes the smiling fields with corn.

LXXVIII.

HUNDRED AND FORTY-EIGHTH

PSALM.

(By Dr. Watts.)

Music, Peckham, as 25th Psalm; Mel. Sac.

1. LET every creature join

To praise th' eternal God;

Ye heavenly hosts, the praise begin,
And sound His name abroad.

2. Thou sun with golden beams,
And moon with paler rays;

Ye starry lights, ye twinkling flames,
Shine to your Maker's praise.

3. He built those worlds above
And fix'd their wondrous frame:
By His command they stand or move,
And ever speak His name.

4. Ye vapours when ye rise,

Or fall in showers and snow,

Ye thunders, murmuring round the skies
His power and greatness shew.

5. Wind, hail, and flashing fire,
Agree to praise the Lord,

When ye in dreadful storms conspire
To execute His word.

LXXIX.

SECOND PART.

6. LET Earth and Ocean know
They owe their Maker praise:
Praise Him ye watery worlds below,
And monsters of the seas.

7. Ye lions of the wood

And tamer beasts that graze; Ye live upon his daily food, And He expects your praise. 8. Ye birds of lofty wing

On high his praises bear;

Or sit on flowery boughs and sing
Your Maker's bounty there.

9. Ye creeping ants and worms
His various wisdom shew:

Insects, in all your shining swarms
Praise Him who dressed you so.
10. Monarchs of high command
Praise the eternal King:

Judges adore the sovereign hand Whence all your honors spring. 11. By all the earth-born race

His honors be express'd:

But

But those who know his heavenlygrace
Should learn to praise Him best.

150th Psalm, "Praise the Lord," &c. (See Hymn 26th.)

LXXX.

ETERNAL POWER.

Music, by Palmi.

1. ETERNAL Power, whose high abode
Becomes the grandeur of a God;
Infinite lengths beyond the bounds
Where stars revolve their little rounds.

2. Thee while the first Archangel sings,
He hides his face beneath his wings;
And ranks of shining thrones around
Fall worshipping, and spread the ground.
3. Lord, what may earth and ashes do
Who would adore their Maker too?
From sin and dust to Thee we cry,
The great, the holy, and the high!

4. Earth from afar hath heard Thy fame, And worms have learn'd to lisp Thy name : But O! the glories of Thy mind

Leave all our soaring thoughts behind.

5. God is in heaven, and man below,
Be short our notes; our words be few:
A solemn reverence checks our songs,
And praise sits silent on our tongues !

LXXXI.

FOR EASTER.

Music, Salisbury, as 95th Psalm, Mel. Sac.
1. JESUS CHRIST is risen to-day,
Our triumphant holy day;
Who so lately on the cross
Suffer'd, to redeem our loss.

Hallelujah, hallelujah, &c.

2. Hymns of praises let us sing
Unto Christ, our heavenly king;
Who endured the cross and grave,
Sinners to redeem and save.

Hallelujah, &c.

3. But the anguish he endured,
Our salvation hath procured:
Now He reigns above the sky,
Where the Angels ever cry

Hallelujah, &c.