7 Lift your voice, and joyful fing Praises to your heavenly King. Wide and far his gifts extend, And his goodness knows no end. CCXXVII. PSALM CXXXVI. P. M. WATTS. I 2 3 The Jame. NIVE thanks to God moft high, G The fovereign King of kings, And be his grace adored. His power and grace Are ftill the fame; Be endless praise. How mighty is his hand! What wonders hath he done! He formed the earth and feas, And spread the heavenly zone. Thy hand, O Lord, In all we fee; And ever be Thy name adored. He fixed yon wonderous fun PAUSE. 5 6 He faw the nations lie All perishing in fin, And pitied the sad state The ruined world was in. He fent his only Son Poor wretched man retrieve. His power and grace To man abound: Let man refound His Saviour's praise. Give thanks aloud to God, To God the heavenly King; And let the grateful earth His works and glories fing. Thy wisdom, Lord, To all extends; Let wifdom's friends CCXXVIII. PSALM CXXXVI. L.M. WATTS. G The fame. IVE to our God immortal praise; Wonders 2 3 4 5 6 Wonders of grace to God belong, Give to the Lord of lords renown, When lords and kings are known no more. He built the earth, he spread the sky, And fixed the ftarry lights on high: Wisdom and power to God belong, Proclaim his wisdom in your fong. He gave the fun to fhed his light, He gave the moon to cheer the night: His kindness ever shall endure, When funs and moons fhall fhine no more. He fent his Son with power to fave From fin, and error, and the grave: Wonders of grace to God belong, Repeat his mercies in your fong. Thro' this vain world he guides our feet, And leads us to his heavenly feat: His mercies ever fhall endure, When this vain world fhall be no more. CCXXIX. PSALM CXXXVIII. L.M. WATTS. I 2 Grace repels the Proud, invites the Humble. WITH ITH all my powers of heart and tongue With holy zeal direct my eyes To him, who rules above the skies. But 3 4 5 But looks with a benignant eye, Bleft be thy condefcenfion, Lord, Grace will complete what grace begun, And all thy bleffed will be done; The work that wisdom undertakes, ccxxx. PSALM CXXXVIII. C. M. STEELE. I Praise for redeeming Mercy. Y Father, Friend, to thee I raise ΜΥ No angel speaks his Maker's praise 2 I know that God looks kindly down, 3 Amid the glories of thy name 4 O God, do thou my hopes fulfil, May hope of mercy guide me still, CCXXXI. PSALM CXXXIX. L.M. MERRICK. 4 5 BY An all-prefent and all-feeing GOD. Y thee, my God, my thoughts are read; Around my path, around my bed Thou art; and every act and word By thee is feen, by thee is heard. Where shall I fhun thy wakeful If eye, Or hafte me to the western steep, Where Eve fits brooding o'er the deep, Thy hand the fugitive shall stay, Thy word arreft him on his way. Nor wrapped beneath the thickest veil Of night, fhall I my head conceal; Darkness and light, alike to thee, Thy eye through thickeft night shall fee. 6 If then, my God, I cannot fly From thy all-penetrating eye; Be this my refuge, to fubdue My will to thine, and fear adieu. PSALM 3 |