O praise ye the Lord
O render thanks, and bless the Lord
O render thanks to God above
O Thou, to whom all creatures bow
O'twas a joyful sound to hear
O Zion, glorious things to come
Praise the Lord enthroned on high
Praise the Lord, for He is love.
Praise the Lord, ye hosts above
Sing to the Lord a new-made song
Thee I'll extol, my God and King.
The heavens declare Thy glory, Lord
The Lord descended from above
The Lord Himself, the mighty Lord
The Lord is kind and merciful
The Lord, the universal King
The Lord to thy request attend
The spacious firmament on high
The Tempter to my soul hath said
This day is God's; let all the land
This spacious earth is all the Lord's
Thou, gracious Lord, art my defence
Thou, Lord, by strictest search hast known
Through all the changing scenes of life.
Thy all-commanding word of old
Thy justice, like the hills, remains
Thy mercies manifold
Thy uncontroll'd dominion shall
Thy Word is to my feet a lamp
To bless Thy chosen race
To celebrate Thy praise, O Lord
To God above, from all below
To God, in whom I trust
Vex not thy soul for men of pride.
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While God vouchsafes me His support
While my God His succour sendeth
Who place on Sion's God their trust
Who shall in Thy tent abide
With cheerful notes let all the earth
With glory clad, with strength array'd.
With me, Thy servant, Thou hast dealt
With one consent let all the earth.
How bless'd is he who ne'er consents
By ill advice to walk;
Nor stands in sinners' ways, nor sits
Where men profanely talk.
But makes the perfect law of God
His business and delight;
Devoutly reads therein by day,
And meditates by night.
Like some fair tree, which, fed by streams,
With timely fruit does bend,
He still shall flourish, and success
All his designs attend.
For God approves the just man's ways,
To happiness they tend;
But sinners, and the paths they tread,
Shall both in ruin end.
THOU, gracious Lord, art my defence;
On Thee my hopes rely;
Thou art my glory, and shalt yet
Lift up my head on high.
Since whensoe'er in like distress
To God I made my prayer,
He heard me from His holy hill,
Why should I now despair?
Guarded by Him, I laid me down
My sweet repose to take;
For I through Him securely sleep,
Through Him in safety wake.
Salvation to the Lord belongs,
He only can defend;
His blessing He extends to all,
That on His power depend.
THE Tempter to my soul hath said,
"There is no help in God for thee:"
Lord lift Thou up Thy servant's head,
My glory, shield, and solace be.
Thus to the Lord I raised my cry;
He heard me from His holy hill ;
At His command the waves roll'd by;
He beckon'd, and the winds were still.
I laid me down and slept ;-I woke ;
Thou, Lord, my spirit didst sustain ;
Bright from the east the morning broke,
Thy comforts rose on me again.
I will not fear, though armed throngs
Compass my steps, in all their wrath:
Salvation to the Lord belongs;
His presence guards His people's path.
LORD, hear the voice of my complaint,
Accept my secret prayer;
To Thee alone, my King, my God,
Will I for help repair.
Thou in the morn my voice shalt hear;
And with the dawning day
To Thee devoutly I'll look up,
To Thee devoutly pray.
Conduct me by Thy righteous laws,
For watchful is my foe;
Therefore, O Lord, make plain the way
Wherein I ought to go.
To righteous men the righteous Lord
His blessing will extend,
And with His favour all His saints,
As with a shield, defend.
PSALM VIII.
(1, 2, 3, 4. 9.)
O THOU, to whom all creatures bow
Within this earthly frame,
Through all the world how great art Thou!
How glorious is Thy Name!
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