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 his promise vain. 4 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 hell: Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns, Praise him 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. Pour hearts and voices in his praise: RAISE ye the Lord: 'tis good to raise His nature and his works invite w 8 He form'd the stars, those heavenly flames; He counts their numbers, calls their names; His wisdom'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 PAUSE. 5 Sing to the Lord, exalt him high, PSALM 147.-2d Part. L. M. [*] ET Zion praise the mighty God, "For sweet the joy, our songs to raise, "And glorious is the work of praise.” 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 flakes of snow like wool he sends, And thus the springing corn defends. With hoary frost he strews the ground: His hail descends with clattering sound: Where is the man so vainly bold, That dares defy his dreadful cold? 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: PSALM 147.-C. M. [*] 1 W Address the Lord on high; [loud, Over the heavens he spreads his cloud, 2 He sends his showers of blessings down To cheer the plains below; He makes the grass the mountains crown, 3 He gives the grazing ox his meat; mm But man, who tastes his finest wheat, He bids the sun cut short his race, 5 His hoary frost, his fleecy snow 6 When from his dreadful stores on high 7 He sends his word, and melts the snow, 8 The changing wind, the flying cloud 1 With songs and honours sounding loud, PSALM 148.-P. M. [*] Praise to God from all creatures. E tribes of Adam, join YE With heaven, and earth, and seas, And offer notes divine To your Creator's praise. Ye holy throng Of angels bright, In worlds of light Begin the song. の Thou sun, with dazzling rays, And moon, that rules the night, Shine to your Maker's praise, 3 The shining worlds above Or in swift courses move, He spake the word, From nothing came And all their frame To praise the Lord. & He mov'd their mighty wheels In different ways His works proclaim His wondrous name, And speak his praise. PAUSE. 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 | And still display Their tribute pay, Their Maker's power 6 Ye vapours, hail and snow, Praise ye th' Almighty Lord, And stormy winds that blow, When lightnings shine | Let earth adore Or thunders 1oar, His hand divine. 7 Ye mountains near the skies, With lofty cedars there, |