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naman Parmaan ANNNNNNNNNNNN wwwww Great is our Lord, and great his might, And all his glories infinite : He crowns the meek, rewards the just, And treads the wicked to the dust. for His saints are lovely in his sight: .. He views his children with delight: He sees their hope, he knows their fear, Beholds, and loves his image there.
: PSALM CXLVIH. P. M.: W IVE praises to the Lord,
U And lift those praises high,
Your voices raise
To hymn his praise.
Praise him who yields thee light;
Illumes the shade of night.
Ye heav'ns resound
Of space and time..
Creation's face appear'd:
In endless state ;
Alone his fate.
To celebrate his fame, .
Earth's utmost ends
The sky transcends. Ye who his goodness prove ..Thro' life's perplexing way, .,... The wonders of his love, '. From age to age display; ; :::..
With rapture raise. Bi
Your grateful voice, ... ! . 'And still rejoice: The Lord to praise.
PSALM CL. C. M. VIELD unto God, the mighty Lord,
Praise in his courts below, :' While in his firmament of power
Angelic praises flow. .
Extol his pow'r divine;
Let sacred music join.
His praise let warlike trumpets sound,
Lutes warble, timbrels beat,
To cymbals loudly sweet. !
A grateful hymn to raise,
PSALM CL. Version 2. P. M. SING praises to God in full harmony
joining, Ye mortals below, and ye serapks 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 ado.
ration, The breath that the gave you, employ
to his praise.
For the Lord's Day.
L et Christian hearts with joy unite
To bless this holy day,
And led to heav'n the way.
Supported by his truth divine,
We death's dread power defy : Our bodies rest in hope to shine
In realms beyond the sky.
This cheers our fainting souls, ev'n when
We feel affliction's roda Creation made us sons of Men,
Redemption, sous of God.
O let us then this day reyere,
And in his courts attend;
And at his altar bend.
Let ev'ry sinful care retire,
Each thought be fix'd above; Whilst meditation fans the fire
Of pure celestial love.