1 O God, my heart is fully bent To magnify thy name;
My tongue, with cheerful songs of praise,
Shall celebrate thy fame.
2 Awake, my lute; nor thou, my harp,
Thy choicest notes delay;
While I with early hymns of joy
Prevent the dawning day.
3 To all the list'ning tribes, O Lord,
Thy wonders I will tell;
And to those nations sing thy praise
That round about me dwell:
4 Be Thou, O God, exalted high
Above the starry frame;
And let the world, with one consent,
Confess thy glorious Name.
PSALM CXVI. C. M.
1 I LOVE the Lord! for He hath heard
My supplicating voice:
I love the Lord! and in His love
Will evermore rejoice.
2 Now, O my soul! from all thy woes,
Return to God, thy rest,
Who graciously hath dealt with thee,
And bountifully blest.
3 What shall I render to the Lord,
Whose love is still the same?
Salvation's sacred cup I take,
And call upon His name.
4 My God hath sav'd my soul from death,
And dried my falling tears;
Now to His praise I'll spend my breath,
And my remaining years.
PSALM CXVII. L. M.
1 FROM all that dwell below the skies
Let the Creator's praise arise;
Let the Redeemer's name be sung,
Through every land, by every tongue.
2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord!
Eternal truth attends thy word;
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise and set no more.
3 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heavenly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
1. THIS is the day the Lord hath made; He calls the hours his own:
Let heav'n rejoice, let earth be glad,
And praise surround His throne.
2 To-day He rose, and left the dead, And Satan's empire fell;
To-day the saints his triumphs spread, And all his wonders tell.
3 Hosannah to th' anointed King,
To David's holy Son!
Help us, O Lord; descend, and bring
Salvation from thy throne.
4 Best be the Lord, who comes to men
With messages of grace;
Who comes in God the Father's name,
To save our sinful race.
5 Hosannah, in the highest strains
The church on earth can raise !
The highest heav'ns, in which he reigns,
Shall give him nobler praise.
PSALM CXVIII. Second Version. 7s.
1 LIFT your voice, and thankful sing
Praises to your Heav'nly King;
For his mercies far extend,
And his bounty knows no end.
2 Israel thy Creator bless,
And with joyful tongue confess,
That his mercies far extend,
And his bounty knows no end.
3 Ye who make his will your care,
With assenting voice declare,
That his mercies far extend,
And his bounty knows no end.
1 O THAT the Lord would guide my ways To keep his statutes still!
O that my God would grant me grace
To know and do his will.
2 Lord, send thy Spirit down, to write
Thy law upon my heart;
Nor let my tongue indulge deceit,
Nor acts the liar's part.
3 From vanity turn off my eyes;
Let no corrupt design,
No covetous desire, arise
Within this soul of mine.
4 Make me to walk in thy commands-
'Tis a delightful road;
Nor let my head, or heart, or hands,
Offend against my God.
PSALM CXIX. Second Version. C. M.
1 LORD, I have found 'tis good for me
To bear thy chastening rod :
Afflictions make me learn thy law,
And bring me to my God.
2 Had not thy word been my delight, When earthly joys were fled,
My soul, oppress'd with sorrow's weight,
Had sunk among the dead.
3 I know thy judgments, Lord, are right,
Though they may seem severe;
The sharpest suff'rings I endure
Flow from thy faithful care.
4 Before I felt thy chast'ning rod,
My feet were apt to stray;
But now I learn to keep thy word,
Nor wander from thy way.
PSALM CXIX. Third Version. C. M. 1 How shall the young preserve their ways From all pollution free?
By making still their course of life
With thy commands agree.
2 With hearty zeal for Thee I seek,
To Thee for succour pray;
O suffer not my careless steps
From thy right paths to stray,
3 Safe in my heart, and closely hid,
Thy word, my treasure, lies;
To succour me with timely aid,
When sinful thoughts arise,
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