No. LXXIV. P.M. PS. XCVI. 10—13.
PROCLAIM aloud, Jehovah reigns,
Whose pow'r the universe sustains,"
And banish'd justice will restore.
Let therefore heav'n new joys confess
And heav'nly mirth let earth express ;
Its loud applause the ocean roar;
Its mute inhabitants rejoice,
And for this triumph find a voice.
For joy let fertile vallies sing;
The cheerful groves their tribute bring;
The tuneful choir of birds awake,
The Lord's approach to celebrate;
Who now sets out with awful state,
His circuit through the earth to take. From heav'n, to judge the world, He's come, With justice to reward and doom.
No. LXXV. L.M. PS. XCVII. 10–12.
You who to serve the Lord aspire,
Abhor what's ill, and truth esteem:
He'll keep His servants' souls entire,
And them from wicked hands redeem.
For seeds are sown of glorious light,
A future harvest for the just;
And gladness for the heart that's right,
To recompense its pious trust.
Rejoice, ye righteous, in the Lord :
Memorials of His holiness
Deep in your faithful breasts record,
And with your thankful tongues confess.
No. LXXVI. C.M. PS. XCVIII. 5-7,9.
WITH harp and hymn's soft melody,
Into the concert bring
The trumpet and shrill cornet's sound
Before th' Almighty King.
Let loud the ocean roar her joy,
With all that seas contain;
The earth and her inhabitants.
Join concert with the main,
To welcome down the world's great judge: Who does with justice come;
And with impartial equity,
Both to reward and doom.
No. LXXVII. L.M. PS. C. 1-4.
WITH one consent let all the earth
To God their cheerful voices raise;
Glad homage pay with awful mirth,
And sing before Him songs of praise.
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,
O! enter then His temple gate,
Thence to His courts devoutly press,
And still your grateful hymns repeat,
And still His Name with praises bless.
No. LXXVIII. L.M. PS. CIII. 1—6.
My soul inspir'd with sacred love,
God's holy Name for ever bless;
Of all His favours mindful prove,
And still thy grateful thanks express.
'Tis He that all thy sins forgives,
And after sickness makes thee sound:
From danger He thy life retrieves,
By Him with grace and mercy crown'd.
He with good things thy mouth supplies;
Thy vigour, eagle-like, renews;
He, when the guiltless suff'rer cries,
His foes with just revenge pursues.
No. LXXIX. L.M. PS. CIII. 9-13.
GOD will not always harshly chide,
But with His anger quickly part ;
And loves His punishments to guide,
More by His love than our desert.
As high as heav'n its arch extends
Above this little spot of clay,
So much His boundless love transcends
The small respects that we can pay.
As far as 'tis from east to west,
So far hath He our sins remov'd:
Who with a father's tender breast
Hath such as fear Him always lov'd.
No. LXXX. L.M. PS. CIII. 19-22.
THE Lord, the universal King,
In heav'n has fix'd His lofty throne:
To Him, ye angels, praises sing,
In whose great strength His pow'r is shown.
Ye that His just commands obey,
And hear and do His sacred will,
Ye hosts of His, this tribute
pay, Who still what He ordains fulfill.
Let ev'ry creature jointly bless
The mighty Lord; and thou, my heart,
With grateful joy thy thanks express,
And in this concert bear thy part.
L.M.D. PS. CIV. 1-4,32-34.
BLESS God, my soul. Thou, Lord, alone
Possessest empire without bounds
With honour Thou art crown'd; Thy throne
Eternal majesty surrounds.
With light Thou dost Thyself enrobe,
And glory for a garment take;
Heav'n's curtains stretch beyond the globe
Thy canopy of state to make.
God builds on liquid air, and forms
His palace-chambers in the skies;
The clouds His chariots are, and storms
The swift-wing'd steeds with which He flies.
As bright as flame, as swift as wind,
His ministers heav'n's palace fill,
To have their sundry tasks assign'd:
All proud to serve their Sov'reign's will.
One look of His, one wrathful look,
Earth's panting breast with terror fills;
One touch from Him, with clouds of smoke
In darkness shrouds the proudest hills.
In praising God, while He prolongs
My breath, I will that breath employ ;
And join devotion to my songs,
Sincere, as is in Him my joy.
No. LXXXII. C.M. PS. CV. 1-3.
O RENDER thanks, and bless the Lord;
Invoke His sacred Name;
Acquaint the nations with His deeds,
His matchless deeds proclaim;
Sing to His praise,-in lofty hymns
His wondrous works rehearse; Make them the theme of your
And subject of your verse;
Rejoice in His almighty Name,
Alone to be ador'd;
And let their hearts o'erflow with joy,
That humbly seek the Lord.
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