1 Psalm CLXV. The Goodness of God. SWEET is the memory of Thy grace, Let age to age Thy righteousness. 2 GOD reigns on high, but not confines Through the whole earth His bounty shines, And every want supplies. 3 With longing eyes Thy creatures wait Thy lib'ral hand provides their meat, 4 How kind are Thy compassions, LORD! 5 Creatures, with all their endless race, 6 Let ev'ry tongue Thy goodness speak, Thy strength'ning hands uphold the weak, And raise the poor that fall. 1 Psalm CXLVI. Praise to God, and Trust in Him, I'LL praise my Maker with my breath; Praise shall employ my nobler powers: 2 Why should I make a man my trust? Vain is the help of flesh and blood: 3 Happy the man whose hopes rely And none shall find His promise vain. 4 The LORD hath eyes to give the blind; The LORD supports the sinking mind; He sends the labouring conscience peace: He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless, And grants the pris'ner sweet release. 5 He loves His saints; He knows them well; But turns the wicked down to Hell: Thy GOD, O Zion, ever reigns; Let ev'ry tongue, let ev'ry age, Praise Him in everlasting strains. Psalm CXLVII. Works of Nature and Providence. 1 PRAISE ye the LORD; 'tis good to raise Our hearts and voices in His praise: His nature and His works invite To make this duty our delight. 2 He form'd the stars, those heavenly flames; 3 Sing to the LORD, exalt Him high, 4 He makes the grass the hills adorn, 5 What is the creature's skill or force, 6 But saints are lovely in His sight; 1 2 3 5 Psalm CXLVIII. Universal Praise. YE boundless realms of joy, Your voices raise, Ye cherubim Thou moon that rul'st the night, To Him your homage pay. His praise declare, Ye heav'ns above, Let all of royal birth, With those of humbler frame, His matchless praise proclaim. In this design Let youths with maids, And hoary heads With children join. United zeal be shown, His wondrous fame to raise, Earth's utmost ends His pow'r obey: His chosen saints to grace, He sets them up on high, Who still to Him are nigh. O therefore raise Your grateful voice, Psalm CXLVIII. Universal Praise. 1 BEGIN, my soul, th' exalted lay, To swell th' inspiring theme.. 2 Ye angels, catch the thrilling sound; 3 Let ev'ry element rejoice: Ye thunders, burst with awful voice 4 Wake, all ye mounting tribės, and sing; To Him who shap'd your finer mould, 5 Let man, by nobler passions sway'd, Spread His tremendous Name around, |