PSALMS and HY M N'S For Sunday.

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Pfalm XXXIII.

E holy Souls, in God rejoice,

Your Maker's Praise becomes your Voice: Great is your Theme. your Songs be new Sing of his Name, his Word, his Ways, His Works of Nature and of Grace,

How wife and holy, just and true!

2 Juftice and Truth he ever loves,
And the whole Earth his Goodness proves;
His Word the heavenly Arches spread:
How wide they fhine from North to South!
And by the Spirit of his Mouth

Were all the Starry Armies made.
3 Thou gathereft the wide flowing Seas;
Thofe watry Treafures know their Place
In the vaft Store-house of the Deep:
He fpake, and gave all Nature Birth;
And Fires and Seas and Heaven and Earth
His everlafting Orders keep.

4 Let Mortals tremble and adore

A GOD of fuch relißtless Power,

Nor dare indulge their feeble Rage:

Vain are your Thoughts and weak your Hands, But his eternal Counfel ftands,

And rules the World from Age to Age.

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Pfalm XLVI.

ON God fupreme our Hope depends,

Whofe omnipresent Sight

Even to the pathlefs Realms extends
Of uncreated Night.

2 Plung'd in the Abyss of deep Distress
To him we rais'd our Cry :
His Mercy bad our Sorrows cease
And fill'd our Tongue with Joy.

3 Tho' Earth her ancient Seat forfake,
By Pangs convulfive torn,

Tho' her felf-ballanc'd Fabrick fhake
And ruin'd Nature mourn :

4 Tho' Hills be in the Ocean lost
With all their trembling Load,
No Fear shall e'er disturb the Just,
Or shake his Truft in God.

5 Nations remote and Realms unknown
In vain resist his Sway;

For lo! Jehovah's Voice is fhewn
And Earth fhall melt away.

6 Let War's devouring Surges rife
And fwell on every fide:

The Lord of Hofts our Safeguard is,
And Jacob's God our Guide.

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Pfalm XLVII.

For a Shout of facred Joy
To God the fovereign King!

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Let every Land their Tongues employ,
And Hymns of Triumph fing.

2 Fefus our God ascends on high;
His heavenly Guards around
Attend him rifing through the Sky,
With Trumpet's joyful Sound.

3 While Angels fhout and praise their King,
Let Mortals learn their Strains :
Let all the Earth his Honours fing;
O'er all the Earth he reigns.

4 Rehearse his Praise with Awe profound,
Let Knowledge guide the Song.
Nor mock him with a folemn Sound
Upon a thoughtless Tongue.

5 In Ifrael ftood his ancient Throne,
He lov'd that chofen Race

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But now he calls the World his own,

And Heathens tafte his Grace.

6 Remotest Nations are the Lord's;
There Abraham's God is known:
While Powers and Princes, Shields and Swords
Bow down before his Throne.

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Pfalm C.

Efore Fehovah's awful Throne,
Ye Nations, bow with facred joy.
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and he destroy.

2 His fovereign Power without our aid
Made us of clay and form'd us Men;
And when like wandring Sheep we ftray'd
He brought us to his Fold again.

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3 We'll crowd thy Gates with thankful Songs, High as the Heavens our Voices raise ;

And Earth with her Ten Thousand Tongues

Shall fill thy Courts with founding Praise.

4 Wide as the World is thy Command. Vaft as Eternity thy Love:

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Firm as a Rock thy Truth must stand
When rolling Years shall cease to move.

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Pfalm CXIII.

YE Priefts of God, whofe happy Days

Are spent in your Creator's Praise,
Still more and more his Fame express!
Ye pious Worshippers proclaim
With fhouts of Joy his holy Name;
Nor fatisfied with praising, bless.

2 Let God's high Praises still resound,
Beyond old Times too scanty bound
And thro' eternal Ages pierce,

From where the Sun first gilds the Streams
To where he fets with purpled Beams,
Thro' all the wide stretch'd Universe.

3 The various Tribes of Earth obey
Thy awful and imperial Sway;

Nor Earth thy fovereign Power confines; Above the Sun's all-chearing Light Above the Stars and far more bright Thy pure effential Glory fhines.

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

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Thou stoop'ft to view: nor they alone; Even Earth-born Men thy Goodness share. 5 The Poor thou lifteft from the Duft; 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 fing aloud his Saviour's Praife.

6 To Father, Son and Holy-Ghost

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The God whom Heaven's triumphant Host
And suffering Saints on Earth adore,
Be Glory as in Ages past,

As now it is and fo fhall last

When Earth and Heaven shall be no more.

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Part of Pfalm CXV.

Not unto us: We all disclaim:

Glory alone to God's great Name,
Whofe Truth shall stand for ever fast,
Whose Love to endless Ages last.

2 Thou reigneft, Lord, enthroned above!
Yet doft thy humble Sons approve :
Thou all Events disposest still;
For all obey thy sovereign Will.

3 The filent Dead no Praises give :
But we who by thy Mercy live,
While we have Breath will Offerings bring,
And grateful Hallelujahs fing.

4 To God the Father, God the Son,
And God the Spirit, Three in One,
Be Honour, Praise and Glory given,
By all on Earth and all in Heaven.