4 Come see the wonders He hath wrought, On earth what desolation brought;
How He has calm'd the jarring world: He broke the warlike spear and bow; With them the thund'ring chariots too Into devouring flames were hurl'd.
1 LET all, with glad accord,
The voice of triumph raise;
With hymns adore their Lord,
And loudly sing His praise;
Who from above
His lightning flings,
The King of kings
The God of love.
2 In glory He ascends;
Loud let the trumpet blow;
To earth's remotest ends
Loud let our praises flow;
For God is King
Of all the earth;
With holy mirth
His praises sing.
3 He o'er the heathen reigns,
Placed on His heavenly throne;
All, whom the earth sustains,
Shall worship Him alone:
His shield extends
In their defence;
His excellence
All height transcends.
1 THE Lord is great, and great His praise,
To be exalted still,
Within the city of our God,
Upon His holy hill.
2 Mount Zion, joy of all the earth,
His presence shall secure;
God in her palaces is known,
A refuge strong and sure.
3 Assembled now with one accord,
Within thy temple's gate,
We for thy loving-kindness, Lord,
Here in thy presence wait.
1 HAVE merey, Lord, on me,
As Thou wert ever kind;
Let me, oppress'd with deepest guilt,
Thy wonted mercy find.
2 Wash off my foul offence,
And cleanse me from my sin; For I confess my crime, and see How great my guilt has been.
3 Make me to hear with joy Thy kind forgiving voice;
That so the bones which Thou hast broke
May with fresh strength rejoice.
4 Withdraw not Thou thy help,
Nor cast me from thy sight;
Nor let thy holy spirit take
Its everlasting flight.
10 THOU that hear'st when sinners cry,
Though all my crimes before Thee lie;
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their mem'ry from thy book.
2 My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns thy dreadful sentence just;
Look down, O Lord! with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemn'd to die.
3 Then will I teach the world thy ways;
Sinners shall learn thy sov'reign grace;
I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,
And they shall praise a pard'ning God.
3 O may thy love inspire my tongue!
Salvation shall be all my song;
And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.
1 AWAKE, my joy, awake, I say,
My luțe, my harp, and string;
And I myself before the day
Will rise, rejoice, and sing.
2 Among the people I will tell
The goodness of my God,
And shew His praise, that doth excel
In heathen lands abroad.
3 His mercy doth extend as far
As heavens all are high,
His truth as high as any star
That shineth in the sky.
PSALM LVII. Second Version. L. M.
1 AWAKE, my glory; harp and lute,
No longer let your strings be mute;
And I, my tuneful part to take,
Will with the early dawn awake.
2 Thy praises, Lord, I will resound
To all the list'ning nations round:
Thy mercy highest heav'n transcends;
Thy truth beyond the clouds extends.
3 Be Thou, O God, exalted high;
And as thy glory fills the sky,
So let it be on earth display'd,
Till Thou art here as there obey'd.
1 GREAT God, from thy exhaustless store, Thy rain relieves the thirsty ground; Makes lands, that barren were before, With corn and useful fruits abound.
2 Thy goodness does the circling year
With fresh returns of plenty crown;
Where'er thy glorious paths appear,
Thy fruitful clouds drop fatness down.
3 Large flocks with fleecy wool adorn
The cheerful plains; the vallies bring
Their plenteous crops of full-ear'd corn,
They seem for joy to shout and sing.
4 Thy works pronounce thy pow'r divine;
Thro' every month thy gifts appear;
O'er every field thy glories shine;
Great God! thy goodness crowns the
PSALM LXVII.
1 To bless thy chosen race,
In mercy, Lord! incline;
And cause the brightness of thy face
On all thy saints to shine.
2 That so thy wond'rous way
May through the world be known; While distant lands their tribute pay, And thy salvation own.
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