While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains Repeat the sounding joy. 3 No more let sins and sorrows grow, He comes, to make his blessings flow 4 He rules the world with truth and grace, 1 PSALM 99. First Part. S. M. THE Let sinners tremble at his throne; And saints be humbled there. 2 Jesus the Saviour reigns, Let earth adore its Lord: Bright cherubs his attendants stand, And swift fulfil his word. 3 In Zion is his throne; His honours are divine; His church shall make his wonders known : 4 How holy is his name! How terrible his praise! Justice and truth, and judgment join, In all his works of PSALM 99. grace. Second Part. S. M. A holy God worshipped with reverence. ' E XALT the Lord our God, And worship at his feet; His ways are wisdom, pow'r and truth, 2 When Israel was his church, 3 Oft he forgave their sins, Nor would destroy their race; 4 Exalt the Lord our God; PSALM 100. First Part. L. M. 1 BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations bow with sacred joy: 2 His sov'reign pow'r, without our aid, 3 We are his people, we his care; We'll croud thy gates with thankful songs Firm as a rock thy truth must stand; 1 1 PSALM 100. SI Second Part. P. M. A general song of praise. ING to the Lord most high; With grateful voice make known 3 His hands provide our food, While earth and heav'n shall last, With bounteous hand he spreads his sway PSALM 101. First Part. L. M. MER The magistrate's psalm. ERCY and judgment are my song: And since they both to thee belong, My gracious God, my righteous King, To thee my songs and vows I'll bring. 2 If I am rais'd to bear the sword, I'll take my counsels from thy word: Thy justice and thy heav'nly grace PSALM 101. Second Part. C. M. 10F justice and of grace I sing, And pay my God my vows: Thy grace and justice, heav'nly king, 2 Now to my tent, O God, repair, I'll suffer nothing near me there, eyes. 3 The man, that doth his neighbour wrong, By falsehood or by force; The scornful eye, the sland'rous tongue, 4. I'll seek the faithful and the just, These are the friends that I shall trust, 5 The wretch that deals in sly deceit, The liar's tongue I'll ever hate, 1 PSALM 102. First Part. C. M. HEAR me, O God, nor hide thy face, But answer, lest I die: Hast thou not built a throne of To hear when sinners cry? grace 2 My days are wasted like the smoke My strength is dried, my heart is broke, 3 My spirits flag like with'ring grass In secret groans my minutes pass, 4 As on some lonely building's top 5 My soul is like a wilderness, Where beasts of midnight howl ; 6 Dark dismal thoughts and boding fears Dwell in my troubled breast; |