Psalm 92. C. M. Verse 1 to 4. OW good and pleasant must it be With ev'ry morning's early dawn And of his constant truth each night To ten-string'd instruments we'll sing, For through thy wond'rous works, O Lord! The thoughts of them shall make me glad, And shout with cheerful voice. Psalm 93. L. M. WITH glory clad with strength array'd, The earth's foundation strongly laid, How surely 'stablish'd is thy throne, The floods, O Lord, lift up their voice, Thy promise, Lord, is ever sure, Must still in holiness excel. Psalm 95. L. M. Verse 1, 2, 3, 6. COME, loud anthems let us sing, Loud thanks to our Almighty King; For we our voices high should raise, When our salvation's rock we praise. Into his presence let us haste For God, the Lord, enthron'd in state, A King superior far to all, O let us to his courts repair, Psalm 100. L. M. 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 whom he vouchsafes to feed. O enter then his temple-gate, Thence to his courts devoutly press, Psalm 103. L. M. THE Verse 8 to 13. HE Lord abounds with tender love, As high as heav'n its arch extends So much his boundless love transcends As far as 'tis from east to west, RENDER thanks to God above, The fountain of eternal love, Whose mercy firm through ages past, Has stood, and shall for ever last! Who can his mighty deeds express, Extend to me that favour, Lord, O may I worthy prove to see And count thy people's triumph mine. Let Israel's. God be ever bless'd; GOD! my heart is fully bent My tongue with cheerful songs of praise Awake! my lute; nor thou, my harp, To all the list'ning tribes, O Lord! And to those nations sing thy praise Because thy mercy's boundless height YE E saints and servants of the Lord, The triumphs of his name record, His sacred name for ever bless, Where'er the circling sun displays His rising beams or setting rays, Due praise to his great name address. God through the world extends his sway, The regions of eternal day But shadows of his glory are; To him, whose majesty excels, Who made the heav'n in which he dwells, Let no created pow'r compare. |