4 Then unto the Lord they cry, Where the vine and olive grow, And the riches of his grace. PART II. 10-15. 1 They that mourn in dungeon gloom, Bound in iron and despair, Sentenc'd to a heavier doom Than the pangs they suffer there. 2 Foes and rebels once to God, They disdain'd his high control, 3 Wrung with agony they fall (III. 1) To the dust, and gazing round, 4 Then unto the Lord they cry, 5 He restores their forfeit breath, H (c. M.) From the bands and grasp of death, 60 that men would praise the Lord PART III. 23-31. 1 Thy wondrous power, Almighty Lord, 3 Again they climb the wat'ry hills, 4 Then to the Lord they raise their cries; 5 Sailors rejoice to lose their fears, Now to their eyes the port appears, 60 that the sons of men would praise And those that see his wondrous ways, PSALM CVIII. 1-5. 10 God, my heart is fully bent To magnify thy name; (c. M.) My tongue with cheerful songs of praise Shall celebrate thy fame. 2 Awake, my lute; nor thou, my harp, To all the list'ning tribes, O Lord, 4 Because thy mercy's boundless height, 5 Be thou, O God, exalted high And let the world, with one consent, Confess thy glorious name. Appointed for Christmas day-as describing the triumphs and priesthood of Christ. 1 The Lord unto my Lord thus spake Enthron'd in glory sit At my right hand, till all thy foes Shall fall beneath thy feet. 2 Jehovah shall from Zion send The sceptre of his word, That rod of strength-till all confess 3 Thy glorious day of pow'r appears, See, willing nations croud thy courts, 4 Behold how numberless and bright 5 The Lord hath sworn, nor will repent, 6 Conquer'd by thee, at thy right hand 7 But he must taste-it is decreed, Perfect through suff'rings-glory crowns PSALM CXI. 1-4. (L. M.) Appointed by the Church for Easter day. 1 Praise ye the Lord: our God to praise My soul her utmost pow'rs shall raise: With private friends, and in the throng Of saints, his praise shall be my song. * See Bishop Horne in loco. 2 His works, for greatness though renown'd, 3 His works are all of matchless fame, His truth, confirm'd through ages past, 4 By precept he has us enjoin'd, To keep his wondrous works in mind, That good and gracious is our Lord. PSALM CXII. 1–6. 1 That man is blest who stands in awe 2 His house, the seat of wealth, shall be His justice free from all decay, 3 The soul that's fill'd with virtue's light, 4 His lib'ral favours he extends; 5 Beset with threat'ning dangers round, (L. M.) |