3 He loves his saints; he knows them well;
But turns the wicked down to hell.
Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns!
Let ev'ry tongue, let ev'ry age
In this exalted work engage;
Praise him in everlasting strains.
4 I'll praise him while he gives me breath; And, when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler pow'rs: My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.
PSALM CXLVII. L. M.
1 Praise ye the Lord. 'Tis good to raise
Our hearts and voices in his praise;
His nature and his works invite
To make this duty our delight.
2 He form'd the stars, those heav'nly flames,
He counts their numbers, calls their names.
His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound-
A deep where all our thoughts are drown'd!
3 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.
4 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 CXLVIII.
1 Ye boundless realms of joy,
Exalt your Maker's fame:
His praise your song employ
Above the starry frame.
Your voices raise,
Ye Cherubim
And Seraphim,
To sing his praise.
2 Thou moon that rul'st the night,
Thou Sun, that guid'st the day,
Ye glitt❜ring Stars of light,
To Him your homage pay :
His praise declare
Ye Heav'ns above,
And clouds that move
In liquid air.
3 Let them adore the Lord,
And praise his holy name,
By whose Almighty word
They all from nothing came :
And all shall last
From changes free;
His firm decree
4 United zeal be shewn,
His wond'rous fame to raise,
Whose glorious name alone
Deserves our endless praise.
Earth's utmost ends
His pow'r obey;
His glorious sway
The sky transcends.
5 His chosen saints to grace,
He sets them up on high;
And favors Israel's race,
Who still to him are nigh.
O therefore raise
Your grateful voice,
And still rejoice
The Lord to praise.
1. O praise ye the Lord,
Prepare your glad voice,
His praise in the great
Assembly to sing.
In our great Creator
Let Israel rejoice,
And children of Sion
Be glad in their King.
Let them his great name
Extol in the dance;
With timbrel and harp
His praises express :
Who always takes pleasure
His saints to advance,
And with his Salvation
The humble to bless.
3 With glory adorn'd,
His people shall sing
To God, who their heads
With safety doth shield.
Such honor and triumph
His favor shall bring:
O, therefore, for ever,
All praise to him yield.
1 O praise the Lord in that blest place, From whence his goodness largely flows; Praise him in heav'n, where he his face Unveil'd, in perfect glory shows.
2 Praise Him for all the mighty acts
Which he in our behalf has done;
His kindness this return exacts,
With which our praise should equal run.
3 Let them who joyful hymns compose,
To cymbals tune their songs of praise;
Cymbals of common use, and those
That loudly sound on solemn days.
4 Let all who vital breath enjoy,
The breath he does to them afford
In just returns of praise employ:
Let every creature praise the Lord!
1 Sing praises to God,
In full harmony joining,
Ye mortals below,
ye seraphs above; Thro' earth and thro' air, Let your accents combining
Extol the great acts
Of his pow'r and his love.
2 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.
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