mmmm PSALM 144.-L. M. [*] Ver. 12-15, Grace above riches; or, 1 py nation. the hap HLike pillars round a palace set, APPY the city where their sons And daughters, bright as polish'd stones, Give strength and beauty to the state. 2 Happy the country where the sheep, Cattle and corn, have large increase; Where men securely work or sleep, Nor sons of plunder break their peace. 3 Happy the nation thus endow'd; But more divinely blest are those, On whom the all-sufficient God Himself with all his grace bestows. M PSALM 145.-L. M. [*] God, my King, thy various praise 5 Let distant times and nations raise 6 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds 2 PSALM 145.-1st Part. C. M. [*] Ver. 1-7, 11-13. The greatness of God. ONG as I live I'll bless thy name, My King, my God of love; My work and joy shall be the same 2 Great is the Lord, his power unknown, 3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue, 4 Fathers to sons shall teach thy name, 6 The world is manag'd by thy hands; 1 PSALM 145-2d Part. C. M. [*] Let age to age thy righteousness 2 God reigns on high, but ne'er confines Through the whole earth his bounty shines, 3 With longing eyes thy creatures wait 'Thy lib'ral hand provides their meat, And fills their mouths with good. 4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord But soon he sends his pard'ning word 5 Creatures, with all their endless race, PSALM 145.-3d Part. C. M. Ver. 14, 17, &c. Mercy to sufferers; or, hearing prayer. [*] God 1 ET every tongue thy goodness speak, Thou sovereign Lord of all; Thy strength'ning hands uphold the weak, And raise the poor that fall. 2 When sorrow bows the spirit down, Beneath some proud oppressor's frown, mm 3 The Lord supports our tottering days, He knows the pain his servants feel, His grace is ever nigh. 5 His mercy never shall remove From men of heart sincere : He saves the souls, whose humble love 6 [His stubborn foes his sword shall slay 7 [My lips shall dwell upon his praise, PSALM 146.-L. M. [*] Praise to God for his goodness and truth 1PRAISE ye the Lord; my heart shall join In works so pleasant, so divine; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, 3 Why should I make a man my trust? Their breath departs, their pomp & power, And thoughts all vanish in an hour. 4 Happy the man, whose hopes ely On Israel's God: he made the sky, And earth and seas, with all their train, And none shall find his promise vain. 5 His truth forever stands secure : He saves th' oppress'd, he feeds the poor: 7 He loves his saints, he knows them well 1 PSALM 146.-L. P. M. [*] Praise to God for his goodness and truth. LL praise my Maker with my breath I'And when my voice is lost in leath, 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 make a man my trust? Princes must 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. |