Great is our Lord, and great his might, And all his glories infinite: He crowns the meek, rewards the just, His saints are lovely in his sight: PSALM CXLVII. P. M. IVE praises to the Lord, G" His endless fame record Above the vaulted sky. Ye angel train, To hymn his praise. Thou sun, bright orb of day! Illumes the shade of night. The song sublime, Ye heav'ns resound. Of space and time. For at his awful call That heav'nly frame was rear'd ; Jehovah spoke, and all Creation's face appear'd: In endless state He bade them stand, United zeal be shewn. Ye who his goodness prove The Lord to praise. PSALM CL. C. M.: IELD unto God, the mighty Lord, Y Praise in his courts below, While in his firmament of power Advance his name, his acts rehearse, Extol his pow'r divine; སློག་མ And to the strains of sacred verse His praise let warlike trumpets sound, What'ere hath breath, what'ere hath tongue His glorious name to praise. PSALM CL. Version 2. P. M. SING ING praises to God in full harmony joining, Ye mortals below, and ye seraphs above; Thro' earth, and thro' air, let your accents combining, Extol the great acts of his pow'r and his love. O praise him aloud in the full sounding measures, That trumpets and organs symphonious inspire; Let lutes lend their sweetness to these holy pleasures, And deeply devout be the strains of the lyre Be vocal, ye mute, to the Lord of Creation; In echoes your tribute of gratitude raise; And all that have breath, in sublime adoration, The breath that he gave you, employ to his praise. HYMNS. LET For the Lord's Day. HYMN I. C. M. ET Christian hearts with joy unite When Jesus rose from death to light, Supported by his truth divine, This cheers our fainting souls, ev'n when O let us then this day revere, Let ev'ry sinful care retire, Each thought be fix'd above; Whilst meditation fans the fire Of pure celestial love. |