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3 Happy the man, whose hopes rely On Israel's God: he made the sky,

And earth and seas with all their train : His truth forever stands secure : He saves th’oppress’d, he feeds the poor ;

And none shall find bis promise vain. The Lord hath eyes to give the blind; The Lord supports the sinking mind ;

He sends the lab'ring conscience peace, He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless,

And grants the pris'ner sweet release 5 He loves his saints, he knows them well, But turns the wicked down to beli:

Thy God, o Zion, ever reigns, Let every tongue, let every age, In this exalted work engage:

Praise bitu in everlasting strains. 6 I'll praise him while he lends me 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. PSALM 147.--1st Part. L. M. [*] The Divine Nature, Providence and Grace.

AISE ye the Lord : 'tis good to raise

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His nature and his works invite

To make this duty our delight. 2 The Lord builds up Jerusalem,

And gathers nations to his name
His mercy melts the stubborn soul,
And makes the broken spirit whole.

8 He form'd the stars, those heavenly flames;

He counts their numbers, calls their names; His wisdoin's vast, and knows no bound,

A deep where all our thoughts are drown'd. 4 Great is our Lord, and great his might;

And all his glories infinite :
He crowns the meek, rewards the just,
And treads the wicked to the dust.

PAUSE.

5 Sing to the Lord, exalt him high,

Who spreads his clouds all round the skyting There he prepares the fruitful rain,

Nor lets the drops descend in vain. 6 He makes the grass the bills adorn,

And clothes the smiling fields with corne The beasts with food his hands supply,

And the young ravens when they cry. 7 What is the creature's skill or force ?

The sprightly man, the warlike horse,
The nimble wit, the active limb ?
All are too mean delights for him.
But saints are lovely in his sight;
He views his children with delight :
He sees their hope, he knows their fear,
And looks and loves his image there.

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PSALM 147.20 Part. L. M. [*]

Summer and winter. ET Zion praise the mighty God, " For sweet the joy, our songs to raise,

And glorious is the work of praise."

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Our children are secure and blest;
Our shores have peace, our cities rest;
He feeds our sons with finest wheat,

And adds his blessings to their meat. 3 The changing seasons he ordains,

The early and the latter rains :
His fakes of snow like wool he sends,

And thus the springing corn defends.
ke With hoary frošt he strews the ground:

His hail descends with clattering sound:
Where is the man so vainly bold,

That dares defy his dreadful cold P 5 He bids the southern breezes blow:

The ice dissolves, the waters flow :

But he hath nobler works and ways
! To call his people to his praise.
6 To all our realm his laws are shown:

His gospel through the nation known :
He hath not thus reveal'd his word
To every land.-Praise ye the Lord !

PSALM 147.-C. M. [*] Ver. 7-9, 18—18. The seasons of the year. 1 ITH songs and honours sounding

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Over the heavens he spreads his cloud,

And waters veil the sky.
2 He sends his showers of blessings down

To cheer the plains below;
He makes the grass the mountains crown,

And corn in vallies grow.
3 He gives the grazing ox his meat;

He beaps the rayens sry;

But man, who tastes bis finest wheat,

Should raise his bonours high.
4 His steady counsels change the face

Of the declining year ;
He bids the sun cut shori his race,

And wintry days appear
5 His boary frost, bis deecy snow

Descend and clothe the ground: The liquid streams forbear to flow,

In icy fel.ers hound.
6 When froin bis dreadful stores on bigla

He pours the rattling hail,
The wretch that dares this God defy

Shall find his courage fail.
He sends his word, and pelts the snow,

The fields no longer mourn ;
He calls the warmer gales to blow,

And bids the spring return.
8 The changing wind, the flying clous

Obey his mighty word:
With songs and honours sounding loud,

Praise ye the sovereign Lord.

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PSALM 148.-P. M. [*]

Praise to God from all ereutures. 1 E tribes of Adam, join

With heaven, and earth, and seas,
And offer notes divine

To your Creator's praise.
Ye holy throng In worlds of light
Ofangels brigit, | Begin the song.

Thou sum, with dazzling rays,
Aud inoon, that rules the wight,

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Shine to your Maker's praise,

With stars of twinkling light.
His power declare, | And clouds that iy
Ye loods on high,

In empty air. 3 The shining worlds above

In glorious order stand,
Or in swift courses move,

By his supreme command.
He spake the word, From nothing came
And all their frame | To praise the Lord.
$ He mov'd their mighty wheels

In unknown ages pa:t:
And each his word fulfils

· While time and nature last. In different ways

His wondrous name, His works proclaim And speak his praise.

PAUSE.
5 Let all the earth-born race,

And monsters of the deep,
The fish that cleave the seas,

Or in their bosom sleep;
From sea and shore
Their tribute pay,
6 Ye vapours, hail and snow,

Praise ye tha’ Almighty Lord,
And storiny winds that blow,

To execute his word.
When lightnings shine | Let earth adore
Or thunders roar,

His hand divine. 7 Ye mountains near the skies,

With lofty cedars there,
And trees of humbler size,

Anelis Maker's power

That fruit in plenty bear

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