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THE Lord, Jehovah, reigns,
While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains
Repeat the sounding joy.
Nor thorns infest the ground :
Far as the curse is found.
And makes the nations prove
The kingdom and majesty of Christ.
And saints be humbled there.
Let earth adore its Lord :
And swift fulfil his word.
His honours are divine ;
For there his glories shine.
How terrible his praise !
In all his works of grace.
A holy God worshipped with reverence.
And mercy is his seat.
2 When Israel was his church,
When Aaron was his priest,
He gave his people rest.
Nor would destroy their race; And oft he made his vengeance known
When they abus'd his grace. 4 Exalt the Lord our God; His grace is still the same:
: Still he's a God of holiness,
And jealous for his name.
Praise to our Creator. 1
, Ye nations bow with sacred joy: Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and he destroy.
Made us of clay, and form’d us men ;
He brought us to his fold again. 3 We are his people, we his care ;
Our souls and all our mortal frame :
Almighty Maker, to thy name? 4 We'll croud thy gates with thankful songs
High as the heav'n our voices raise :
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide as the world is thy command,
Vast as eternity thy love :
PSALM 100. Second Part. P. M.
A general song of praise.
Let ev'ry land adore :
His goodness and his pow'r.
With fear address the Lord :
And ev'ry blessing give :
And in his pastures live.
declare his ways, And let his praise inspire your tongues. 4 Good is the Lord, our God,
His truth and mercy sure;
His promises endure.
The magistrate's psalır. 1 IME
ERCY and judgment are my song:
And since they both to thee belong, My gracious God, my righteous King,
To thee my songs and vows I'll bring. 2 If I am rais'd to bear the sword, I'll take my counsels from thy word :
Thy justice and thy heav'nly grace
Shall be the pattern of my ways.
And let my God with me reside :
Which may provoke thy jealousy.
To posts of honour, wealth and trust :
Shall be my friends and fav'rites still. 5 In vain shall sinners hope to rise
By flatt'ring or malicious lies;
The bold offender shan't be spar'd.
Shall hide their heads, or quit the land ;
A psalm for a master of a family.
And pay my God my vows:
Teach me to rule my house. 2 Now to my tent, O God, repair,
And make thy servant wise :
That shall offend thine eyes.
By falsehood or by force;
doors. 4. I'll seek the faithful and the just,
And will their help enjoy ;
1 OF justice and of
These are the friends that I shall trust,
The servants I'll employ.
I'll not endure a night:
And banish from my sight. 8 I'll purge my family around,
And make the wicked flee;
A prayer for the afflicted.
o , But answer, lest I die : Hast thou not built a throne of
grace To hear when sinners cry? 2 My days are wasted like the smoke
Dissolving in the air ; My strength is dried, my heart is broke,
And sinking in despair.
Burnt with excessive heat :
And I forget to eat.
The sparrow tells her moan; Far from the tents of joy and hope
I sit and grieve alone.
Where beasts of midnight howl ;
And there the screaming owl.
Dwell in my troubled breast; ;