Thy saints shall tune diviner lays,
And love inspire their songs.

4 Thy power and grandeur they shall sing,
The glories of thy reign;

Thy wondrous deeds, almighty King,
Shall fill the raptur'd strain.

PART III. 14-19.

1 The Lord upholdeth them that fall,
And makes the lowly rise;

On his kind aid all creatures call,
And get their full supplies.

2 Whate'er their various wants require
With plenteous hand he gives;
And so fulfils the just desire
Of every thing that lives.

3 How holy is the Lord, how just,
How righteous all his ways!

How nigh to him, who with firm trust
For his assistance prays.

4 He grants the full desires of those
Who humbly him adore;

And all their troubles will compose,
When they his aid implore.

PSALM CXLVI.

(c. M.)

(II. 1.)

1 I'll praise My maker with my breath,
And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler powers;
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.

2 Why should I make a man my trust? Princes must die and turn to dust;

Vain is the help of flesh and blood: Their breath departs; their pomp and power, And thoughts, all vanish in an hour; . Nor can they make their promise good. 3 Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel's God, who built the sky,

And earth, and seas, and all their train:
He saves the oppress'd, he feeds the poor;
His truth forever stands secure,

And none shall find his promise vain.
4 The Lord gives eye-sight to the blind;
The Lord supports the fainting mind,
And whispers to the mourner peace;
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow and the fatherless,

And grants the prisoner sweet release:
5 He loves his saints; he knows them well;
But turns the wicked down to hell;
Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns:

Let every tongue, let every age
In this exalted work engage-

Praise him in everlasting strains!

PSALM CXLVII.

The verses which the church has selected for thanksgiving day.

1 Praise ye the Lord! O blissful theme,
To sing the honours of his name!
'Tis pleasure! 'tis divine delight!
And praise is lovely in his sight.

2 His Salem now the Lord restores;
No more her ruin she deplores;
The wand'ring outcasts all return,
And Israel's sons no longer mourn.

3 No more their breaking hearts despair;
He binds their wounds with tend'rest care;
His healing hand removes their pain,
And cheerful comfort smiles again.

4 He veils the sky with treasur'd show'rs,
On earth the plenteous blessing pours;
The mountains smile in lovely green,
And fairer blooms the flow'ry scene.
5 His bounteous hand, great spring of good,
Provides the brute creation food;
He feeds the ravens when they cry;
All nature lives beneath his eye.

6 Jerusalem his honours raise;

Thy God, O Zion, claims thy praise;
His mighty arm defends thy gates;
His blessing on thy children waits.
7 Sweet peace, to crown the happy scene,
O'er thy fair border smiles serene;
The finest wheat luxuriant grows,
And joyful plenty round thee flows.

PART II. 15-20.

1 Jehovah speaks: swift from the skies,
To earth the sovereign mandate flies;
Observant nature hears his word,
And bows obedient to her Lord.

2 Now thick descending flakes of snow,
O'er earth a fleecy mantle throw;

(L. M.)

And glitt'ring frost o'er all the plains,
Binds nature fast in icy, chains.
3 He speaks: the ice and snow obey,
And nature's fetters melt away;
Softly the vernal breezes blow,
And murm❜ring waters gently flow.
4 But nobler works his grace record;
To Israel he reveals his word;
To Jacob's happy sons alone,
He makes his sacred precepts known.
5 Such bliss no other nation shares;
The laws of heav'n are only theirs;
Ye favor'd tribes your voices raise,
And bless your God in songs of praise.

PSALM CXLVIII.

PART I.

1 Begin my soul th' exalted lay;
Let each enraptur'd thought obey,
And praise th' Almighty name;

(III. 2)

Let heav'n and earth, and seas and skies,
In one melodious concert rise,

To swell th' inspiring theme.

2 Ye fields of light, celestial plains,
Where everlasting beauty reigns,
Ye scenes divinely fair;

Your Maker's wondrous power proclaim;
Tell how he form'd your shining frame,
And breath'd the fluid air.

3. Angels, archangels swell the sound,
While all th' adoring thrones around,

His boundless glories sing;
Let all who fill the realms above,
Awake the tuneful soul of love,

And touch the sweetest string.
4 Join, all ye stars, the vocal choir:
Thou, dazzling orb of liquid fire,
The mighty chorus aid;

And soon as evening veils the plain,
Thou, moon, unite thy silver strain,
And praise him in the shade.

5 Thou heav'n of heavens, his vast abode;
Ye clouds proclaim your maker God,
Who call'd the world from night;
"Ye shades dispel"-the eternal said,
At once th' involving darkness fled,
And nature sprung to light.

PART II.

1 Let every element rejoice:

Ye thunders, burst with pealing voice
To him who bids you

roll;

His praise in softer notes declare,

Each whisp'ring breeze of yielding air,
And breathe it to the soul.

2 To him ye graceful cedars bow;
Ye tow'ring mountains bending low,
Your great Creator own;

Ye flocks, that haunt the humble vale;
Ye insects, fluttering on the gale,
Keep up the general song.

3 Wake, all ye feather'd tribes and sing,
Ye cheerful warblers of the spring,

(III. 2)