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There, in the land of praise, adore;
The theme demands an angel's lay-
Demands an everlasting day.

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PSALM 145, First Part, C. M.

The Greatness of God.

ONG as I live I'll bless thy name,
My King! my God of love!

My work and joy shall be the same,
In the bright world above.

2 Great is the Lord-his power unknown;
And let his praise be great;

I'll sing the honors of thy throne,
Thy works of grace repeat.

3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue;
And, while my lips rejoice,

The men, who hear my sacred song,
Shall join their cheerful voice.

4 Fathers to sons shall teach thy name,
And children learn thy ways;
Ages to come thy truth proclaim,
And nations sound thy praise.

5 The world is managed by thy hands;
Thy saints are ruled by love;

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And thine eternal kingdom stands,
Though rocks and hills remove.

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PSALM 145, Second Part, C. M.
Goodness of God.

WEET is the mem'ry of thy grace,
My God! my heavenly King!

Let age to age thy righteousness,
In sounds of glory, sing.

2 God reigns on high,-but ne'er confines
His goodness to the skies

Through the whole earth his bounty shines,
And every want supplies.

3 With longing eyes, thy creatures wait
On thee for daily food;

Thy liberal hand provides their meat,
And fills their mouth with good.

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4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord!
How slow thine anger moves!
But soon he sends his pard'ning word,
To cheer the souls he loves.

5 Creatures, with all their endless race,·
Thy power and praise proclaim;
But saints, who taste thy richer grace,
Delight to bless thy name.

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PSALM 145, Third Part, C. M.
Goodness of Providence.

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Thou sovereign Lord of all!

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Thy strengthening hands uphold the weak,
And raise the poor who fall.

2 When sorrow bows the spirit down,
Or virtue lies distressed

Beneath some proud oppressor's frown,
Thou givest the mourners rest.

3 The Lord supports our tottering days,
And guides our giddy youth:
Holy and just are all his ways,

And all his words are truth.

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And, their best wishes to fulfill,

His grace is ever nigh.

5 His mercy never shall remove
From men of heart sincere;

He saves the souls, whose humble love
Is joined with holy fear.

6 My lips shall dwell upon his praise,
And spread his fame abroad;

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Let all the sons of Adam raise

The honors of their God.

PSALM 146, L. M.

Praise for divine Goodness and Truth.

mf 1 PRAISE ye the Lord!-my heart shall join,
In work so pleasant, so divine:
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last.

2 Happy the man, whose hopes rely
On Israel's God;-he made the sky,
And earth, and seas, with all their train;
And none shall find his promise vain.
3 His truth for ever stands secure

He saves th' oppressed, he feeds the poor;
He helps the stranger in distress,

The widow and the fatherless.

4 He loves his saints, he knows them well,
But turns the wicked down to hell:
Thy God, O Zion! ever reigns;
Praise him in everlasting strains.

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PSALM 146, L. P. M.

Praise to God for his Goodness and Truth.

1 I'LL praise my Maker with my breath;
And, when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler powers:
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.

2 Happy the man, whose hopes rely
On Israel's God;-he made the sky,
And earth, and seas, with all their train:
His truth for ever stands secure;

He saves th' oppressed, he feeds the poor;
And none shall find his promise vain.
3 He loves his saints, he knows them well,
But turns the wicked down to hell:
Thy God, O Zion! ever reigns ;
Let every tongue, and every age,
In this exalted work engage:

Praise him in everlasting strains.

4 I'll praise him while he lends me breath,
And, when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler powers:
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.

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PSALM 147, L. M.

Praise for divine Grace.

1 PRAISE ye the Lord!-'t is good to raise Our hearts and voices in his praise;

His nature and his works invite
To make this duty our delight.
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And gathers nations to his name!
His mercy melts the stubborn soul,
And makes the broken spirit whole.

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He counts their numbers, calls their names;
His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound,-
A deep, where all our thoughts are drowned!
4 Great is our Lord, and great his might,
And all his glories infinite;

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He crowns the meek, rewards the just,
And treads the wicked to the dust.

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He views his children with delight;
He sees their hope, he knows their fear,
And looks, and loves his image there.

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PSALM 147, C. M.

The Seasons.

f" 1 WITH songs and honors, sounding loud,

Address the Lord on high;

Over the heavens he spreads his cloud,
And waters veil the sky.

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To cheer the plains below;

He makes the grass the mountains crown,
And corn in valleys grow.

3 His steady counsels change the face

Of the declining year;

He bids the sun cut short his race,
And wintry days appear.

4 His hoary frost, his fleecy snow,
Descend and clothe the ground;
The liquid streams forbear to flow,
The icy fetters bound.

5 He sends his word, and melts the snow,

The fields no longer mourn;

He calls the warmer gales to blow,
And bids the spring return.

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6 The changing wind, the flying cloud,
Ohey his mighty word:

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With songs and honors, sounding loud,
Praise ye the sovereign Lord.

PSALM 148, L. M.

Universal Praise to God.

OUD hallelujahs to the Lord,

From distant worlds where creatures dwell! Let heaven begin the solemn word,

And sound it dreadful down to hell.

2 Wide as his vast dominion lies,

Make the Creator's name be known:
Loud as his thunder, shout his praise,
And sound it lofty, as his throne.

3 Jehovah 't is a glorious word;

Oh! may it dwell on every tongue;
But saints, who best have known the Lord,
Are bound to raise the noblest song.
4 Speak of the wonders of that love,
Which Gabriel plays on every chord;
From all below, and all above,
Loud hallelujahs to the Lord.

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PSALM 148, S. M.

Exhortation to Praise.

f" 1 LET every creature join,

To praise th' eternal God;
Ye heavenly hosts! the song 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 fixed their wondrous frame;
By his command they stand or move,
And ever speak his name.

4 Ye vapors! when ye rise,

Or fall in showers or snow,—

Ye thunders! murm'ring round the skies,
His power and glory show.