4 But if the fire, or plague, or sword,
Receive commission from the Lord
To strike his saints among the rest,
Their very pains and deaths are blest.
5 The sword, the pestilence, or fire,
Shall but fulfil their best desire;
From sins and sorrows set them free,
And bring thy children, Lord, to thee.

1 SWEET is the work, my God, my King,
To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing;
To shew thy love by morning light,
And talk of all thy truth at night.

2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest;
No mortal care shall seize my breast:
O may my heart in tune be found,
Like David's harp of solemn sound!
3 Lord, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand
In gardens planted by thy hand:
Let me within thy courts be seen,
Like a young cedar fresh and green.
4 There grow thy saints in faith and love,
Blest with thine influence from above;
Not Lebanon, with all its trees,
Yields such a comely sight as these.
5 Laden with fruits of age, they shew
The Lord is holy, just, and true:
None that attend his gates shall find
A God unfaithful or unkind.

PSALM XCIII.

YE servants of God, your Master proclaim, And publish abroad his wonderful name;

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The name all-victorious of Jesus extol;
His kingdom is glorious, and rules over all.
God ruleth on high, Almighty to save;
And still he is nigh; his presence we have;
The great congregation his triumph shall
sing,

Ascribing salvation to Jesus our King.

Then let us adore, and give him his right, All glory and pow'r, and wisdom & might; All honour and blessing, with angels above, And thanks never ceasing, and infinite love.

PSALM XCV. PART I.

1 O 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. 2 Into his presence let us haste, To thank him for his favours past; To him address, in joyful songs, The praise that to his name belongs. 3 For God, the Lord, enthron'd in state, Is with unrivall'd glory great;

A King superior far to all,

Whom kings or gods the nations call.

4 O let us to his courts repair,
And bow with adoration there;
Down on our knees devoutly all
Before the Lord our Maker fall.

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PSALM XCV. PART II.

COME, sound his praise abroad,
And hymns of glory sing;

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Jehovah is the sov'reign God,
The universal King.

He form'd the deeps unknown;
He gave the seas their bound;
The wat'ry worlds are all his own,
And all the solid ground.

Come, worship at his throne;
Come, bow before the Lord;

We are his work, and not our own;
He form'd us by his word.

To-day attend his voice,
Nor dare provoke his rod;

Come, like the people of his choice,

And own your gracious God.

5 But if your ears refuse

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The language of his grace,

And hearts grow hard, like stubborn Jews, That unbelieving race;

The Lord, in vengeance drest,

Will lift his hand and swear,

"You, that despise my promis'd rest,

"Shall have no portion there."

PSALM XCVI.

1 SING to the Lord, ye distant lands,
Ye tribes of every tongue:
His new-discover'd grace demands
A new and nobler song.

2 Say to the nations, Jesus reigns,
God's own almighty Son;

His pow'r the sinking world sustains,
And grace surrounds his throne.

3 Let heav'n proclaim the joyful day,
Joy through the earth be seen;

Let cities shine in bright array,
And fields in cheerful green.
4 Let an unusual joy surprise
The islands of the sea:

Ye mountains sink, ye vallies rise,
Prepare the Lord his way.

5 Behold, he comes! he comes to bless
The nations, as their God;
To shew the world his righteousness,
And send his truth abroad.

PSALM XCVII.

1 THE Lord is come; the heav'ns proclaim
His birth; the nations learn his name:
An unknown star directs the road
Of eastern sages to their God.

2 All ye bright armies of the skies,
Go worship where the Saviour lies;
Angels and kings before him bow,
Those gods on high, and gods below.
3 Let idols totter to the ground,
And their own worshippers confound;
But Judah shout, but Zion sing,
And earth confess her sov'reign King.

PSALM XCVII. PART II.

1 TH' Almighty reigns, exalted high,
O'er all the earth, o'er all the sky;
Though clouds and darkness veil his feet,
His dwelling is the mercy-seat.

2 O ye that love his holy name,
Hate every work of sin and shame:
He guards the souls of all his friends,
And from the snares of hell defends.

3 Immortal light, and joys unknown,
Are for the saints in darkness sown;
Those glorious seeds shall spring and rise,
And the bright harvest bless our eyes.
4 Rejoice, ye righteous, and record
The sacred honours of the Lord:
None but the soul that feels his grace
Can triumph in his holiness.

PSALM XCVIII.

1 SING to the Lord a new-made song,
Who wondrous things has done:
With his right hand and holy arm
The conquest he has won.

2 The Lord has through th' astonish'd world Display'd his saving might,

And made his righteous acts appear
In all the heathen's sight.

3 Of Israel's house his love and truth
Have ever mindful been;

And earth's remotest ends the power
Of Israel's God have seen.

4 Let therefore earth's inhabitants
Their cheerful voices raise;
And all with universal joy
Resound their Maker's praise.

PSALM XCVIII. PART II.

1 Joy to the world: the Lord is come!
Let earth receive her King:
Let every heart prepare him room,
And heav'n and nature sing.

2 Joy to the earth: the Saviour reigns!
Let men their songs employ;