2 The Lord, ye know, is God indeed!
Without our aid he did us make:
We are his flock, he doth us feed,
And for his sheep he doth us take.
3 0 enter then his gates with praise,
Approach with joy his courts unto;
Praise, laud, and bless his Name always,
For it is seemly so to do:
4 For why? The Lord our God is good, His mercy is for ever sure:
His truth at all times firmly stood,
And shall from age to age endure.
PSALM C. Version 2.
1 WITH
one consent let all the earth To God their cheerful voices raise ; Glad homage pay with holy mirth, And sing before him songs of praise. 2 Convinc'd that He is God alone, From whom both we and all proceed; We, whom he chooses for his own, The flock that he vouchsafes to feed. 3 0 enter then his temple gate,
Thence to his courts devoutly press;
And still your grateful hymns repeat,
And still his Name with praises bless.
4 For He's the Lord, supremely good,
His mercy is for ever sure;
His truth, which always firmly stood,
To endless ages shall endure.
PSALM C. Version 3. L. M.
BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations bow with sacred joy: Know that the Lord is God alone; He can create, and He destroy. 2 His sov'reign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and form'd us men; And when like wand'ring sheep we stray'd, He brought us to His fold again.
3 We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heav'ns our voices raise ;
And Earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill Thy courts with sounding praise. 4 Wide as the world is Thy command, Vast as eternity Thy love;
Firm as Thy throne Thy truth shall stand, When rolling years have ceas'd to move.
PSALM CII. C. M.
1 THROUGH endless years Thou art the
O thou Eternal God!
Ages to come shall know thy Name,
And spread thy fame abroad.
2 The strong foundations of the earth
Of old by Thee were laid;
By Thee the beauteous arch of heav'n
With matchless skill was made.
3 But soon this universal frame,
Form'd by thy powerful hand,
Shall, like a vesture laid aside,
Be chang'd at thy command.
4 Yes, earth and sky shall pass away;
While thy all-glorious Name
Shall still survive, without decay,
Eternally the same.
PSALM CIII. Version 1.
(From "The Spirit of the Psalms.")
1 PRAISE, O praise the Lord of Heaven,
Ever bless His gracious Name;
Nor, while time and thought are given,
Cease his goodness to proclaim.
2 Heirs of sin, each hour offending,
Victims of despair we lay;
But our Lord, from heav'n descending,
Died to take our guilt away.
3 High as heav'n's bright arch extendeth
O'er the earth in beauty fair,
So His wondrous love transcendeth
All that language can declare.
4 As his children He beholds us,
With a father's pitying eyes;
In the arms of mercy folds us,
Ev'ry want His care supplies.
5 Oh! let all his works adore him,
All on earth and all above;
Ev'ry knee bow down before him,
Praise, O praise the Lord of Love!
PSALM CIII. Version 2. S. M.
BLESS the Lord, my soul;
His wondrous grace proclaim;
And all that is within me join
To bless his holy Name.
O bless the Lord, my soul;
His mercies bear in mind;
Forget not all his benefits,
Nor to his love be blind.
He will not always chide;
He will with patience wait :
His wrath is ever slow to rise,
And ready to abate.
He pardons all thy sins,
Prolongs thy feeble breath;
He healeth thine infirmities,
And ransoms thee from death. 5 Then bless his holy Name,
Whose grace hath made thee whole; Whose loving-kindness crowns thy days; O bless the Lord, my soul!
PSALM CIV. P. M.
WORSHIP the King
All glorious above,
O gratefully sing
His power and his love;
Our Shield and Defender,
The Ancient of Days,
Pavilion'd in splendor,
And girded with praise.
O tell of his might,
O sing of his grace,
Whose robe is the light,
Whose canopy space;
His chariots of wrath
The deep thunder-clouds form,
And dark is his path
On the wings of the storm.
This earth, with its store
Of wonders untold,
Almighty! thy power
Hath founded of old;
Hath stablish'd it fast,
By a changeless decree,
And round it hath cast,
Like a mantle, the sea.
Thy bountiful care
What tongue can recite ?
It breathes in the air,
It shines in the light;
In streams from the hills,
It descends to the plain,
And sweetly distils
In the dew and the rain.
Frail children of dust,
And feeble as frail,
In Thee do we trust,
Nor find Thee to fail :
Thy mercies, how tender,
How firm to the end,
Our Maker, Defender,
Redeemer, and Friend!
O measureless Might!
Ineffable Love!
While angels delight
To hymn Thee above,
The humbler creation,
Though feeble their lays,
With true adoration
Shall echo thy praise!
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