He crowns the meek, rewards the just,

And treads the wicked to the dust. 5 The saints are lovely in his sight :

On them he looks with great delight :
He sees their hope, he knows their fear,
And views, and loves his image there.
PSALM 147. Second Part. L. M.

Summer and Winter.
1 ET Zion praise the mighty God,

And make his honours known abroad : For sweet the joy our songs to raise,

And glorious is the work of praise. 2 Our children live secure and blest;

Our shores have peace, our cities rest;
He feeds our sons with finest wheat,

And adds his blessing to their meat. 3 The changing seasons he ordains,

The early and the latter rains ;
His fakes of snow, like wool, he sends,

And thus the springing corn defends.
4 With hoary frost he strews the ground;

His hail descends with dreadful sound;
His icy bands the rivers hold,

And terror arms his wintry cold.
5 He bids the warmer breezes blow,

The ice dissolves, the waters flow ;
But he hath nobler works and ways

To call his children to his praise.
6 Thro' all our coasts his laws are shown,

His gospel thro' the nation known :
He hath not thus reveal'd his word
To ev'ry land: Praise ye the Lord.

PSALM 147. Third Part. C. M.

The seasons of the year. WITH songs and honours sounding loud Around the heav'ns he spreads his cloud,

And waters veil the sky.
2 He sends his show'rs of blessings down

To cheer the plains below;
He makes the grass the mountains crown,

And corn in vallies grow.
3 He gives the grazing ox his meat,

He hears the raven's cry ;
But man, who tastes his finest wheat,

Should raise his honours high.
4 His steady counsels change the face

Of the declining year ;
He bids the sun cut short his race,

And wintry days appear.
5 His hoary frost, his fleecy snow,

Descend and clothe the ground: The liquid streams forbear to flow,

In icy fetters bound.
6 When from his dreadful stores on high

He pours the rattling hail;
The wretch, that dares his God defy,

Shall find his courage fail.
7 He sends his word, and melts the snow;

The fields no longer mourn ;
He calls the southern gales to blow,

And bids the spring return.
8 The changing wind, the flying cloud,

Obey his mighty word:
With songs and honours sounding loud,
Praise ye the sov’reign Lord.

PSALM 148. First Part. P. M.

Praise to God from all creatures.
1
YE
VE tribes of Adam, join

With heav'n and earth and seas,
And offer notes divine
To your Creator's praise.

Ye holy throng of angels bright,

In worlds of light, begin the song. 2 Thou sun with dazzling rays,

And moon that rul'st the night,
Shine to your Maker's praise, ,
With stars of twinkling light.

His pow'r declare, ye floods on high,

And clouds, that fly in empty air. 3 The shining worlds above

In glorious order stand,
Or in swift courses move
By his supreme command.

He spake the word, and all their frame

From nothing came, to praise the Lord. 4 He mov'd the mighty wheels

In unknown ages past ;
And each his word fulfils,
While time and nature last.

In diff'rent ways his works proclaim

His wondrous name, and speak his praise. 5 Let all the earth-born race,

And monsters of the deep;
The fish that cleave the seas,
Or in their bosom sleep ;
From sea and shore their tribute

pay, And still display their Maker's pow'r. 6 Ye vapours, hail and snow, Praise ye th' almighty Lord ;

;

And stormy winds, that blow,
To execute his word.

When lightnings shine, or thunders roar,

Let earth adore his hand divine. 7 Ye mountains near the skies,

With lofty cedars there,
And trees of humbler size,
That fruit in plenty bear ; [worms,

Beasts wild and tame, birds, flies, and

In various forms, exalt his name. 8 Ye kings, and judges, fear

The Lord, the soy'reign King;
And, while you rule us here,
His heav'nly honours sing:

Nor let the dream of pow'r and state

Make you forget his pow'r supreme. 9 Virgins, and youths, engage

To sound his praise divine,
While infancy and age
Their feebler voices join :

Wide as he reigns, his name be sung

By ev'ry tongue, in endless strains. 10 Let all the nations fear

The God that rules above;
He brings his people near,
And makes them taste his love :

While earth and sky attempt his praise,
His saints shall raise his honours high.
PSALM 148 Second Part. L. M.

Universal praise to God.
1
'L

From distant worlds, where creatures Let heav'n begin the solemn word, And sound it dreadful down to hell.

2 The Lord, how absolute he reigns !

Let ev'ry angel bend the knee ;
Sing of his love in heav'nly strains,

And speak how fierce his terrors be.
3 Mortals can you refrain your tongue,

When nature all around you sings?
O for a shout from old and young,

From humble swains and lofty kings! 4 Wide as his vast dominion lies,

Make the Creator's name be known;
Loud as his thunder shout his praise,

And sound it lofty as his throne.
5 Jehovah ! 'tis a glorious word !
O
may

it dwell on ev'ry tongue ! But saints, who best have known the Lord, Are bound to raise the noblest song.

PSALM 149. C. M.

The triumph of believers.
L LL ye that love the Lord, rejoice,
And let
your songs

be new ; Amid the church with cheerful voice,

His later wonders show.
2 The Jews, the people of his grace,

Shall their Redeemer sing ;
And Gentile nations join the praise,

While Zion owns her King.
3 The Lord takes pleasure in the just,

Whom sinners treat with scorn ; The meek, that lie despis'd in dust,

Salvation shall adorn.
4 Saints shall be joyful in their King,

Ev'n on a dying bed ;
And, like the souls, in glory sing:

For God shall raise the dead.

ALL ye