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With streams of sacred bliss,

With groves of living joys,
With all the fruits of Paradise,

He still supplies. 89

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DEFORE the great Three-One

They all exulting stand,
And tell the wonders He hath done,

Through all their land :
The listening spheres attend,

And swell the growing fame ;
And sing, in songs which never end,

The wondrous Name !
2 The God, who reigns on high,

The great archangels sing,
And, “Holy, holy, holy,” cry,

“ Almighty King
Who Was, and is, the same,

And evermore shall be ;
Jehovah ! Father! Great I AM!

We worship Thee !”
3 Before the Saviour's face

The ransomed nations bow ,
O'erwhelmed at His Almighty grace,

For ever new :
He shows His prints of love,

They kindle to a flame!
And sound, through all the worlds above,

The slaughtered Lamb! 4 The whole triumphant host

Give thanks to God on high ;
“Hail ! Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!”

They ever cry:
Hail! Abraham's God, -and mine!

(I join the heavenly lays,)
All might and majesty are Thine,

And endless praise !

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Psalm ciii.
BLESS the Lord, my soul !

His grace to thee proclaim :
And all that is within me join

To bless His holy name.
O bless the Lord, my soul !

His mercies bear in mind ;
Forget not all His benefits,

The Lord to thee is kind.
2 He will not always chide,

He will with patience wait;
His wrath is ever slow to rise,

And ready to abate.
He pardons all thy sins,

Prolongs thy feeble breath;
He healeth thine infirmities,

And ransoms thee from death.
3 He clothes thee with His love,

Upholds thee with His truth;
And, like the eagle, He renews

The vigour of thy youth.
· Then bless His holy name,

Whose grace hath made thee whole ;
Whose lovingkindness crowns thy days;

O bless the Lord, my soul !

L.M. TATE & BRADY. 1698.

Psalm citi.
M Y soul, inspired with sacred love,

M God's holy name for ever bless;
Of all His favours mindful prove,

And still thy grateful thanks express.
2 'Tis He that all thy sins forgives,

And after sickness makes thee sound :
From danger He thy life retrieves,

By Him with grace and mercy crowned.

3 The Lord abounds with tender love,

And unexampled acts of grace ;
His wakened wrath doth slowly move,

His willing mercy flies apace.
4 As high as heaven its arch extends,

Above this little spot of clay,
So much His boundless love transcends,

The small regards that we can pay. 5 As far as 'tis from east to west,

So far hath He our sins removed ;
Who, with a Father's tender breast,

Has such as fear Him always loved. 6 The Lord, the universal King,

In heaven hath fixed His lofty throne;
To Him, ye angels, praises sing,

In whose great strength His praise is shown. 7 Let every creature jointly bless

The mighty Lord !--and thou, my heart,
With grateful joy thy thanks express,

And in this concert bear thy part.

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L.M. 6 lines, triplets. Watts. 1719.

Psalm cxlvi.
('LL praise my Maker while I've breath ;
1 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.
2 Happy the man whose hopes rely
On Israel's God; He made the sky,

And earth, and seas, with all their train;
His truth for ever stands secure;
He saves the opprest, He feeds the poor,

And none shall find His promise vain.

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3 The Lord pours eye-sight on the blind;
The Lord supports the fainting mind;

He sends the labouring conscience peace;
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow, and the fatherless,

And grants the prisoner sweet release. . 4 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.

Watts. 1719.
DRAISE ye the Lord ! 'tis good to raise
1 Your hearts and voices in His praise ;
His nature and His works invite

To make this duty our delight. 2 He formed the stars, those heavenly flames ;

He counts their numbers, calls their names;
His wisdom's vist, and knows no bound,

A deep where all our thoughts are drowned.
3 Sing to the Lord; exalt Him high,
Who spreads His clouds around the sky :
There He prepares the fruitful rain,

Nor lets the drops descend in vain. 4 He makes the grass the hills adorn,

And clothes the smiling fields with corn :
The beasts with food His hands supply,

And the young ravens when they cry. 5 What is the creature's skill or force ?

The sprightly man, or warlike horse ?
The piercing wit, the active limb?

All are too mean delights for Him. 6 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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Watts. 1709.
MHE Lord Jehovah reigns,

I His throne is built on high ;
The garments He assumes

Are light and majesty;
His glories shine with beams so bright,
No mortal eye can bear the sight.
The thunders of His hand

Keep the wide world in awe :
His wrath and justice stand

To guard His holy law;
And where His love resolves to bless,
His truth confirms and seals the grace.
Through all His mighty works

Amazing wisdom shines;
Confounds the powers of hell,

And breaks their dark designs ;
Strong is His arm, and shall fulfil
His great decrees and sovereign will.
And will this sovereign King

Of glory condescend?
And will He write His name,

My Father and my Friend ?
I love His name, I love His word :
Join all my powers to praise the Lord !

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C. WESLEY. 1854.

Psalm xxiii.
DIGHTEOUS souls, rejoice in God;

1 Meet it is for you to praise
Him who hath the gift bestowed,

Made you vessels of His grace,
Praise the Lord, ye saints, and sing,

All your sacred skill exert,
All the powers of music bring :

Praise Him with a thankful heart.

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