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Psalm 92. C. M.
Verse 1 to 4.
HOW good and pleasant must it be
To thank the Lord most high!
And with repeated hymns of praise
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 Lord that o'er all nature reigns, The earth's foundation strongly laid, And the vast fabrick still sustains. How surely 'stablish'd is thy throne, Which shall no change or period see! For thou, O Lord! and thou alone Art God to all eternity.
The floods, O Lord, lift up their voice,
Thy promise, Lord, is ever sure,
And they that in thy house would dwell, That happy station to secure, Must still in holiness excel.
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,
O let us to his courts repair,
Psalm 100. L. M.
VITH 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;
Thence to his courts devoutly press,
Psalm 103. L. M.
Verse 8 to 13.
HE Lord abounds with tender love,
God will not always harshly chide,
As high as heav'n its arch extends
So much his boundless love transcends
As far as 'tis from east to west,
So far has he our sins remov'd, Who, with a father's tender breast, Has such as fear him always lov❜d.
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
That I the tuneful choir may join,
And count thy people's triumph mine.
Let Israel's. God be ever bless'd;
Psalm 108. C. M.
Verse 1 to 4.
my heart is fully bent To magnify thy name:
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
Psalm 113. P. M.
Verse 1 to 5.
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.