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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.

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 CXLVII.

P. M.

IVE praises to the Lord,
And lift those praises high,

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His endless fame record

Above the vaulted sky.
Your voices raise

Ye angel train,
In loftiest strain

To hymn his praise.

Thou sun, bright orb of day!
Praise him who yields thee light;
And moon whose softer ray

Illumes the shade of night.

The song sublime,

Ye heav'ns resound.
Far as each bound

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,
His dread command
Alone his fate.

United zeal be shewn.
To celebrate his fame,
Whose wond'rous acts alone
Our highest praises claim.
Earth's utmost ends
His power obey;
His glorious sway
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
Your grateful voice,
And still rejoice

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
Angelic praises flow.

Advance his name, his acts rehearse,

Extol his pow'r divine;

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And to the strains of sacred verse
Let sacred music join.

His praise let warlike trumpets sound,
Lutes warble, timbrels beat,
The organ blow its bass profound,'
To cymbals loudly sweet.

What'ere hath breath, what'ere hath tongue
A grateful hymn to raise,
O let them join in joyful song

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.

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OF THE

PSALMS.

HYMNS.

LET

For the Lord's Day.

HYMN I. C. M.

ET Christian hearts with joy unite
To bless this holy day,

When Jesus rose from death to light,
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 rod-
Creation made us sons of Men,
Redemption, sons of God.

O let us then this day revere,
And in his courts attend;
With pious awe his precepts hear,
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.

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