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9 His goodness is my fort and tow's,
PSALM CXLV. My strong deliv'rance and my shield;
THEE I'll extol, my God and King, In him I trust, whose matchless pow'r
1 Thy endless praise proclaim; Makes to mysway fierce nations yield.
9 This tribute daily I will bring, 8 Lord, what's in man, that thou should'st And ever bless thy Name. love
8 Thou, Lord, beyond compare art great, Of him such tender care to take?
And highly to be prais'd; What in his offspring could thee move
Thy majesty, with boundless height, Such great account of him to make ?
Above our knowledge rais'd. 4 The life of man does quickly fade,
4 Renown'd for mighty acts, thy fame His thoughts but empty are and vain;
To future times extends; His days are like a flying shade,
From age to age thy glorious Name Of whose short stay no signs remain.
Successively descends. 5 In solemn state, o God, descend,
15,6 Whilst I thy glory and renown, Whilst heav'n its lofty head inclines;
And wondrous works express; The smoking hills asunder rend,
The world with me thy might shall Of thy approach the awful signs.
own, 6 Discharge thy dreadful lightnings And thy great pow'r confess. round,
7 The praise, that to thy love belongs, And make my scatter'd foes retreat ;
They shall with joy proclaim; Them with thy pointed arrows wound,
Thy truth of all their grateful songs And their destruction soon complete.
Shall be the constant theme. 7,8 Do thou, O Lord, from heav'n engage
8 The Lord is good; fresh acts of grace Thy boundless pow'r my foes to quell,
His pity still supplies; And snatch me from the stormy rage
His anger moves with slowest pace, Of threat'ning waves that proudly
His willing mercy flies. swell.
9 Thy love thro' earth extends its fame, Fight thou against my foreign foes,
To all thy works express'd: Who utter speeches false and vain;
| 10 These show thy praise, whilst thy great Who, though in solemn leagues they
Is by thy servants bless'd.
11 They, with the glorious prospect fir'd,
Shall of thy kingdom speak; 9 So I to thee, O King of kings,
And thy great pow'r, by all admir'd, In new-made hymns my voice shall
Their lofty subject make. raise, And instruments of various strings
12 God's glorious works of ancient date
Shall thus to all be known:
And thus his kingdom's royal state 10 God does to kings his aid afford,
With publick splendour shown.
13 His steadfast throne, from changes free, "Tis he that from the murd'ring sword
Shall stand for ever fast;
His boundless sway no end shall see, 11 Fight thou against my foreign foes,
But time itself outlast.
The Second Part.
14, 15 The Lord does them support that Their sworn engagement ne'er maintain.
And makes the prostrate rise; 19 Then our young sons like trees shall For his kind aid all creatures call,
Who timely food supplies. grow, Well planted in some fruitful place; 16 Whate'er their various wants require. Our daughters shall like pillars show, ! With open hand he gives;
Design'd some royal court to grace. And so fulfils the just desire 13 Our garners, fill'd with various store,
Of ev'ry thing that lives.
17, 18 How holy is the Lord, how just, Our sheep, increasing more and more, How righteous all his ways ! Shall thousands and ten thousands How nigh to him, who with firm trust breed.
For his assistance prays!
Nor in their constant labour faint; Who him with fear adore;
And in our streets hear no complaint. When they his aid implore. 15 Thrice happy is that people's case, 20 The Lord preserves all those with care
Whose various blessings thus abound; Whom grateful love employs;
21 My time to come, in praises spent, | 8 He covers heav'n with clouds, and Shall still advance his fame,
Through him, on mountain tops, the
With wondrous plenty grows.
9 He savage beasts, that loosely range,
With timely food supplies : 2 His wondrous love, while life shall last,
He feeds the raven's tender brood, My constant praise shall claim.
And stops their hungry cries. 3 On kings, the greatest sons of men,
| 10 He values not the warlike steed, Let none for aid rely;
But does his strength disdain;
The nimble foot, that swiftly runs,
No prize from him can gain. 4 Depriv'd of breath, to dust they turn,
| 11 But he, to him that fears his Name,
His tender love extends;
To him that on his boundless grace
With steadfast hope depends. Together with them die. 5 Then happy he, who Jacob's God
12, 13 Let Sion and Jerusalem
To God their praise address;
Whofenc'd their gates with massy bars,
And does their children bless.
| 14, 15 Through all their borders he gives 6 The Lord, who made both heav'n and
With finest wheat they're fed ;
He speaks the word, and what he wills Will never quit his steadfast truth,
Is done as soon as said.
| 16 Large flakes of snow, like fleecy wool,
Descend at his command; 7 The poor opprest from all their wrongs Are eas'd by his decree;
And hoary frost, like ashes spread,
Is scatter'd o'er the land.
| 17 When, join'd to these, he does his hail
In little morsels break; 8 By him the blind receive their sight, The weak and fall'n he rears;
Who can against his piercing cold
Secure defences make?
18 He sends his word, which melts the ice;
He makes his wind to blow; 9 The strangers he preserves from harm, The orphan kindly treats,
And soon the streams, congeal'd beDefends the widow, and the wiles Of wicked men defeats.
In plenteous currents flow. 10 The God that does in Sion dwell
19 By him his statutes and decrees
To Jacob's sons were shown;
And still to Israel's chosen seed
His righteous laws are known.
20 No other nation this can boast,
Nor did he e'er afford
And celebrate his fame: (joy, And knowledge of his word.
Hallelujah. To praise his holy Name.
PSALM CXLVIII. 2 His holy city God will build,
VE boundless realms of joy,
I Exalt your Maker's fame,
His praise your song employ
Above the starry frame; 3,4 He kindly heals the broken hearts,
Your voices raise,
To sing his praise. 5.6 Great is the Lord, and great his pow'r, 1 3.4 Thou moon, that rul'st the night, His wisdom has no bound;
And sun, that guid'st the day; The meek he raises, but throws down
| Ye glitt'ring stars of light, The wicked to the ground.
To him your homage pay; 7 To God, the Lord, a hymn of praise His praise declare, With grateful voices sing;
Ye heav'ns above, To songs of triumph tune the harp,
And clouds that move And strike each warbling string.
In liquid air.
3,6 Let them adore the Lord,
And praise his holy Name,
From changes free;
Stands ever fast.
Praise him, ye dreadful whales, And fish, that through the sea Glide swift with glitt ring scales; Fire, hail, and snow,
And misty air,
And winds that, where
He bids them, blow.
In grateful concert join'd,)
And creeping thing,
And fowl of wing,
His Name be blest.
With those of humbler frame,
Let youths with maids,
And hoary heads
With children join. 13 United zeal be shown
His wondrous fame to raise,
His glorious sway
The sky transcends.
He sets them up on high,
Your grateful voice,
And still rejoice
Prepare your glad voice,
Assembly to sing :
Let Israel rejoice;
Be glad in their King.
Extol in the dance;
Who always takes pleasure
His saints to advance,
The humble to bless. 5,6 With glory adorn'd,
His people shall sing
Of him their great King;
Their right hand shall wield. 7, 8 Just vengeance to take
For injuries past;
For ruin design'd;
To tie their kings fast,
Their nobles to bind.
When them they destroy,
His saints shall enjoy ;
place, From whence his goodness largely
flows; Praise him in hear'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;
run. 3 Let the shrill trumpet's warlike voice Make rocks and hills his praise re
bound; Praise him with harp's melodious noise,
And gentle psalt'ry's silver sound. 4 Let virgin troops soft timbrels bring, And some with graceful motion
dance; Let instruments of various strings, With organs join'd, his praise ad.
vance. 5 Let them, who joyful hymns compose,
To cymbals set their songs of praise; Cymbals of common use, and those
That loudly sound on solemn days. 6 Let all that vital breath enjoy,
The breath he does to them afford,
Eternal Three in One, TO Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
All worship be addrest; 1 The God whom we adore,
It was, is now,
And shall be so
As the 149th Psalm.
By angels in heav'n
Of ev'ry degree,
And saints upon earth,
All praise be addrest
To God in Three Persons,
One God ever blest;
And always shall be.
To God, our benefactor, bring
1 The tribute of your praise; A8 Psalm 37, and 113.
Too small for an Almighty King, To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, But all that we can raise. The God whom heav'n's triumphant Glory to Thee, bless'd Three in One, host
The God whom we adore; And suff'ring saints on earth adore, As was, and is, and shall be done, Be glory; as in ages past,
When time shall be no more.
T ings flow;
Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him above, angelick host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
And visit all the souls of thine:
Inspire them now with life divine. Thou art the Comforter, the gift
Of God most high; the fire of love, The everlasting spring of joy,
And holy unction from above. Thy gifts are manifold; thou writ'st
God's laws in ev'ry faithful heart; The promise of the Father, thou
Dost heav'nly eloquence impart.
| Enlighten our dark souls, till they
Thy love, thy heav'nly love, embrace; | And (since we are by nature frail)
Assist us with thy saving grace.
And grant us to have peace within;
We may escape the snares of sin.
And Son, who from the grave reviv'd;
Thee, Holy Ghost, from both deriy'd. With thee, O Father, therefore may
The Son, who was from death restor'd, And sacred Comforter, one God,
To endless ages be ador'd!
And, having overcome the sting
of death, thou open'dst wide COME, Holy Ghost; Creator, come, The gates of heav'n to all, who firm U Inspire the souls of thine ;
in thy belief abide. Till ev'ry heart which thou hast made Is fill'd with grace divine.
The Second Part. Thou art the Comforter, the gift Crown'd with the Father's glory, thou Of God, and fire of love;
At God's right hand dost sit ; The everlasting spring of joy,
Whence thou shalt come to be our Judge, And unction from above.
To sentence or acquit.
Whose souls so dearly cost;
Nor let the purchase of thy blood, Dost heav'nly speech impart.
Thy precious blood, be lost. Enlighten our dark souls, till they We magnify thee day by day, Thy sacred love embrace ;
And ever worship thee: Assist our minds, by nature frail,
Vouchsafe to keep us, Lord, this day With thy celestial grace.
From sin and danger free. Drive far from us the mortal foe, Have mercy, mercy on us, Lord, And give us peace within ;
To us thy grace extend; That, by thy guidance bless'd, we may
According as for mercy we Escape the snares of sin.
On thee alone depend ! Teach us the Father to confess,
In thee I have repos'd my trust,
And ever shall do so;
And from eternal woe.
BENEDICTUS; The Son, from death restor'd, And sacred Comforter, one God, Or, The SONG of Zacharias, Luke i. 68. Devoutly be ador'd:
N OW bless'd be Israel's Lord and God, As in all ages heretofore
Whose mercy at our need Has constantly been done,
Has visited his people's grief, As now it is, and shall be so
And them from bondage freed; When time his course has run.
And rais'd in faithful David's house
Salvation, which of old,
E'er since the world itself hegan,
His prophets had foretold.
To save us from our spiteful foes, n GOD, we praise thee, and confess
And keep his oath in mind,
Which he to Abr'am heretofore,
And to our fathers sign'd; By all the earth ador'd.
That we, from fear and danger freed, To thee all Angels cry alond;
His temple may frequent; To thee the Powers on high,
And all our days, as in his sight, Both Cherubim and Seraphim,
In holy life be spent. Continually do cry,
And thou, O child, shalt then be call'd O holy, holy, holy Lord,
God's prophet, to declare Whom heav'nly hosts obey ;
His message, and before his face The world is with the glory fill'd
His passage to prepare: Of thy majestick ray.
To give them light, who now in shades Th' Apostles' glorious company,
Of night and death abide; And Prophets crown'd with light,
And in the way that leads to peace
Our footsteps safely guide.
Or, The SONG of the Blessed Virgin, Of boundless majesty.
Luke i. 46. Thy honour'd, true, and only Son, M y soul and spirit, fill'd with joy, And Holy Ghost the spring
11 My God and Saviour praise, Of never-ceasing joy: O Christ,
Whose goodness did from poor estate Of glory thou art King.
His humble handmaid raise. The Father's everlasting Son,
| Me bless'd of God, the God of pow'r, Thou from on high didst come
All ages shall confess; To save mankind, and didst not then Whose Name is holy, and whose love Disdain the Virgin's womb.
His saints shall ever bless.