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PSA L M S and H YM N'S
Your Maker's Praise becomes your Voico:
How wise and holy, just and true !
His Word the heavenly Arches spread : How wide they thine from North to Souch! And by the Spirit of bis Mouth
Were all the Starry Armics made.
Io che va& Score-bousc of the Decp :
His everlatting Orders keep.
Nor dare indulge their feeble Rage : Vain are your Thoughts and weak your Hands, But his eternal Counsel ftands, And ruics the World from Age ic Age.
Whofe omnipresent Sight
Of uncreated Night.
To him we rais'd our Cry :
And fill'd our Tongue with Joy.
By Pangs convulsive torn,
And ruin'd Nature mourn :
With all their trembling Load, No Fear shall e'er disturb the Just,
Or shake his Trust in God.
In vain resist his Sway;
And Earth shall melt away.
Let every Land their Tongues employ,
And Hymns of Triumph sing. 2 Fefus our God ascends on high;
His heavenly Guards around Attend him rising through the Sky,
With Trumpet's joyful Sound. 3 While Angels shout and praise their King,
Let Mortals learn their Strains : Let all the Earth his Honours sing;
O'er all the Earth he reigns. 4 Rehearse his Praise with Awe profound,
Let Knowledge guide the Song. Nor mock him with a solemn Sound
Upon a thoughtless Tongue.
He lovd that chosen Race;
And Heathens taste his Grace.
There Abraham's God is known :
Bow down before his Throne.
Ye Nations, bow with sacred joy.
He can create, and he destroy.
Made us of clay and form'd us Men;
3 We'll crowd thy Gates with thankful Songs,
High as the Heavens our Voices raise;
Shall fill thy Courts with sounding Praise. 4 Wide as the World is thy Command.
Vast as Eternity thy Love:
Are spent in your Creator's Praise,
Nor satisfied with praising, bless.
And thro' eternal Ages pierce,
Thro' all the wide stretch'd Universe.
Nor Earth thy sovereign Power confines; Above the Sun's all-chearing Light Above the Stars and far more bright
Thy pure essential Glory shines. 4 What mortal form'd of fading clay, What Native of eternal Day
Can with the God of Heaven compare ? Yet Angels round thy glorious Throne
Thou stoop'st to view : nor they alone;
Even Earth-born Men thy Goodness share. 5 The Poor thou liftest from the Dust; The Sinner, if in thee he trust,
From depths of guilt and shame thou'lt raise, That he in Peace and Safety plac'd With Power and Love and Wisdom grac'd
May sing aloud his Saviour's Praife. 6 To Father, Son and Holy-Ghost The God whom Heaven's triumphant Host
And suffering Saints on Earth adore,
When Earth and Heaven shall be no more.
Part of Psalm CXV.
Glory alone to God's great Name,
Whose Love to endless Ages last.
Yet dost thy humble Sons approve:
For all obey thy sovereign Will. 3
The silent Dead no Praises give :
And grateful Hallelujahs sing.
And God the Spirit, Three in One,