3 Then happy he, who Jacob's GOD For his protector takes; Who still, with well-placed hope, the LORD His constant refuge makes. 4 The LORD, who made both heaven and earth, And all that they contain, Will never quit his steadfast truth, 5 The poor, oppress'd, from all their wrongs He gives the hungry needful food, 6 By him the blind receive their sight, 7 The strangers he preserves from harm, 8 The GOD that does in Sion dwell From age to age his reign endures; From the cxlvi. Psalm of David. 1 I'LL praise my Maker with my breath, And, when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler powers My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures. 2 Why should I place in man my trust? Ev'n princes die and turn to dust, Vain is the help of flesh and blood; Their breath departs, their pomp, and power, And thoughts, all vanish in an hour, Nor can they make their promise good. 3 Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel's GOD: he made the sky, And earth, and seas, with all their train; He saves th' oppress'd, he feeds the poor; His truth for ever stands secure, And none shall find his promise vain. 4 The LORD gives eye-sight to the blind, The LORD supports the sinking mind, He sends the righteous strength and peace, He helps the stranger in distress, The widow, and the fatherless, And to the prisoner grants release. 5 GOD shall the wicked overturn, The LORD thy God for ever praise! PSALM 121. From the cxlvii. Psalm of David. PART I. C. M. 1 O PRAISE the LORD with hymns of joy, 2 His holy city GOD will build, Though levell'd with the ground; 3 He kindly heals the broken hearts, 4 Great is the LORD, and great his power, The meek he raises, and throws down 5 To GOD the LORD, a hymn of praise To songs of triumph tune the harp, 6 He covers heaven with clouds, and thence And on the mountains, through his care, 7 His care the beasts that loosely range He feeds the ravens' tender brood, 8 The LORD to him that fears his name To him that on his boundless grace 9 Let Sion and Jerusalem To God their praise address; Whose strength secures their lasting gates, PART II. L. M. 1 JEHOVAH speaks: swift from the skies 2 The thick descending flakes of snow 3 He speaks: the ice and snow obey, 4 But nobler works his grace record: 5 Such bliss no heathen nation shares, Let Israel then their voices raise, Ye Cherubim And Seraphim, To sing his praise. 2 Thou moon, that rul'st the night, Ye heavens above, 3 Let them adore the LORD, They all from nothing came; From changes free; Stands ever fast. 5 By hills and mountains, all His name be blest. 6 Let all of highest birth, With those of humbler name, His matchless praise proclaim: Let youths with maids, With children, join. 7 United zeal be shown His wondrous fame to raise, His power obey; 8 His chosen saints to grace, And favors Israel's race, Who still to him are nigh: Your grateful voice, And still rejoice The LORD to praise ! 1 O PRAISE the LORD in that blest place From whence his goodness largely flows; Praise him in heaven, where he his face, Unveil'd, in perfect glory shows. 2 Praise him for all the mighty acts Which he in our behalf has done; His kindness this return exacts, With which our praise should equal run. 3 Let the shrill trumpet's warlike voice Make rocks and hills his praise rebound: Praise him with harp's melodious noise And gentle psalt'ry's silver sound. 4 Let them who joyful hymns compose, To cymbals set their songs of praise; To well-tuned cymbals, and to those That loudly sound on solemn days. 5 Let all, that vital breath enjoy, The breath he does to them afford THE END. |