PSALM 112, L. M.
Blessings of the Charitable.
THRICE happy man who fears the Lord,
Loves his commands, and trusts his word;
Honor and peace his days attend,
And blessings to his seed descend.
2 Compassion dwells upon his mind, To works of mercy still inclined; m He lends the poor some present aid, Or gives them, not to be repaid.
3 His soul, well-fixed upon the Lord,
Draws heavenly courage from his word;
Amid the darkness, light shall rise,
To cheer his heart, and bless his eyes.
4 He hath dispersed his alms abroad;
His works are still before his God;
His name on earth shall long remain,
Nor shall his hope of heaven be vain.
PSALM 112, C. M.
Liberality rewarded.
[APPY is he who fears the Lord,
And follows his commands;
Who lends the poor without reward,
Or gives with liberal hands.
2 As pity dwells within his breast,
To all the sons of need,
So God shall answer his request,
With blessings on his seed.
3 In times of danger and distress,
Some beams of light shall shine,
To show the world his righteousness,
And give him peace divine.
4 His works of piety and love
Remain before the Lord;
Honor on earth, and joys above,
Shall be his sure reward.
PSALM 112, L. P. M.
Blessings of the liberal Man.
IAT man is blest who stands in awe
Of God, and loves his sacred law;
His seed on earth shall be renowned:
His house, the seat of wealth, shall be
An unexhausted treasury,
And with successive honors crowned.
2 His liberal favors he extends;
To some he gives, to others lends;
A generous pity fills his mind:
Yet, what his charity impairs,
He saves by prudence in affairs,
And thus he 's just to all mankind.
3 His hands, while they his alms bestowed,
His glory's future harvest sowed:
The sweet remembrance of the just,
Like a green root, revives, and bears
A train of blessings for his heirs,
When dying nature sleeps in dust..
4 Beset with threatening dangers round, Unmoved shall he maintain his ground;
His conscience holds his courage up: The soul, that's filled with virtue's light, Shines brightest in affliction's night,
And sees in darkness beams of hope.
PSALM 113, First Part, L. M.
God, sovereign and gracious.
1 YE servants of th' almighty King!
In every age his praises sing;
Where'er the sun shall rise or set,
The nations shall his praise repeat.
2 Above the earth, beyond the sky,
Stands his high throne of majesty ;
Nor time nor place his power restrain,
Nor bound his universal reign.
3 Which of the sons of Adam dare,
Or angels, with their God compare?
His glories-how divinely bright,
Who dwells in uncreated light!
4 Behold his love! he stoops to view
What saints above and angels do;
And condescends, yet more, to know
The mean affairs of men below.
5 From dust, and cottages obscure,
His grace exalts the humble poor;
Gives them the honor of his sons,
And fits them for their heavenly thrones.
PSALM 113, Second Part, L. M.
Praise for God's Condescension.
ERVANTS of God! in joyful lays,
Sing ye the Lord Jehovah's praise;
His glorious name let all adore,
From age to age, for evermore.
2 Blest be that name, supremely blest,
From the sun's rising to its rest:
Above the heavens his power is known;
Through all the earth his goodness shown.
mf 3 Who is like God?-so great, so high,
He bows himself to view the sky;
And yet, with condescending grace,
Looks down upon the human race.
4 He hears the uncomplaining moan
Of those, who sit and weep alone,
He lifts the mourner from the dust,
And saves the poor in him who trust.
5 Servants of God! in joyful lays,
Sing ye the Lord Jehovah's praise;
His saving name let all adore,
From age to age, for evermore.
The Condescension of God.
ALLELUJAH! raise, Oh! raise
To our God the song of praise:
All his servants! join to sing
God, our Saviour, and our King.
mf 2 Blesséd be, for evermore,
That dread name which we adore!
Round the world his praise be sung,
Through all lands, in every tongue.
3 O'er all nations God alone,—
Higher than the heavens his throne;
Who is like our God most high,
Infinite in majesty?
4 Yot to view the heavens he bends;-
Yea, to earth he condescends;
Passing by the rich and great,
For the low and desolate.
5 He the broken spirit cheers,
Turns to joy the mourner's tears:
Such the wonders of his ways!
Praise his name,--for ever praise.
PSALM 113, L. P. M.
Majesty and Condescension of God.
E who delight to serve the Lord!
The honors of his name record,
His sacred name for ever bless:
Where'er the circling sun displays
His rising beams, or setting rays,
Let lands and seas his power confess.
2 Not time, nor nature's narrow rounds,
Can give his vast dominion bounds;
The heavens are far below his height:
Let no created greatness dare
With our eternal God compare,
Armed with his uncreated might.
3 He bows his glorious head, to view
What the bright hosts of angels do,
And bends his care to mortal things:
His sovereign hand exalts the poor:
He takes the needy from the door,
And fits them for the thrones of kings.
PSALM 114, L. M.
Miracles attending Israel's Journey.
HEN Israel, freed from Pharaoh's hand,
Left the proud tyrant and his land,
The tribes, with cheerful homage, own
Their King;-and Judah was his throne.
2 Across the deep their journey lay;
The deep divides to make them way:
Jordan beheld their march, and fled,
With backward current, to his head.
3 What power could make the deep divide--
Make Jordan backward roll his tide?
Why did ye leap, ye little hills?
And whence the fright that Sinai feels?
len 4 Let every mountain, every flood,
Retire, and know th' approaching God!
The King of Israel-see him here!
Tremble, thou earth! adore and fear.
PSALM 115, L. M.
The true God, our Hope and Trust.
OT to ourselves, who are but dust,-
Not to ourselves is glory due;
Eternal God! thou only just,
Thou only gracious, wise and true!
2 The God we serve maintains his throne, Above the clouds, beyond the skies: Through all the earth his will is done; He knows our groans, he hears our cries. mf 3 0 Israel! make the Lord thy hope, Thy help, thy refuge, and thy rest; The Lord shall build thy ruins up,
And bless the people and the priest.
4 The dead no more can speak thy praise,
They dwell in silence in the grave;
But we shall live to sing thy grace,
And tell the world thy power to save.
PSALM 116, First Part, L. M.
Grateful Recollections.
LOVE the Lord; his gracious ear
Was opened to my mournful prayer;
He heard my supplicating voice,
And bade my fainting heart rejoice.
mp 2 Return, my soul! and sweetly rest
On thy almighty Father's breast;
The riches of his grace adore,
And tell his wondrous mercies o'er.
3 What shall I render to the Lord?
Or how his matchless grace record?
To him my grateful voice I'll raise,
And pour libations to his praise.
mf 4 His crowded courts shall see me pay
The vows of my distressful day;
In life and death, the saints shall find
Their guardian God for ever kind.
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