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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 :
Summer and Winter.
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;
And adds his blessing to their meat. 3 The changing seasons he ordains,
The early and the latter rains ;
And thus the springing corn defends.
His hail descends with dreadful sound;
And terror arms his wintry cold.
The ice dissolves, the waters flow ;
To call his children to his praise.
His gospel thro' the nation known :
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.
To cheer the plains below;
And corn in vallies grow.
He hears the raven's cry ;
Should raise his honours high.
Of the declining year ;
And wintry days appear.
Descend and clothe the ground: The liquid streams forbear to flow,
In icy fetters bound.
He pours the rattling hail;
Shall find his courage fail.
The fields no longer mourn ;
And bids the spring return.
Obey his mighty word:
PSALM 148. First Part. P. M.
Praise to God from all creatures.
With heav'n and earth and seas,
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,
His pow'r declare, ye floods on high,
And clouds, that fly in empty air. 3 The shining worlds above
In glorious order stand,
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 ;
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;
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,
When lightnings shine, or thunders roar,
Let earth adore his hand divine. 7 Ye mountains near the skies,
With lofty cedars there,
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;
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,
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;
While earth and sky attempt his praise,
Universal praise to God.
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 ;
And speak how fierce his terrors be.
When nature all around you sings?
From humble swains and lofty kings! 4 Wide as his vast dominion lies,
Make the Creator's name be known;
And sound it lofty as his throne.
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.
be new ; Amid the church with cheerful voice,
His later wonders show.
Shall their Redeemer sing ;
While Zion owns her King.
Whom sinners treat with scorn ; The meek, that lie despis'd in dust,
Salvation shall adorn.
Ev'n on a dying bed ;
For God shall raise the dead.