3 Then happy he, who Jacob's GOD For his protector takes;

Who still, with well-placed hope, the LORD His constant refuge makes.

4 The LORD, who made both heaven and earth, And all that they contain,

Will never quit his steadfast truth,
Nor make his promise vain.

5 The poor, oppress'd, from all their wrongs
Are eased by his decree;

He gives the hungry needful food,
And sets the prisoners free.

6 By him the blind receive their sight,
The weak and fall'n he rears;
With kind regard and tender love
He for the righteous cares.

7 The strangers he preserves from harm,
The orphan kindly treats;
Defends the widow, and the wiles
Of wicked men defeats.

8 The GOD that does in Sion dwell
Is our eternal King:

From age to age his reign endures;
Let all his praises sing.

From the cxlvi. Psalm of David.

1 I'LL praise my Maker with my 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.

2 Why should I place in man my trust? Ev'n princes die and turn to dust,

Vain is the help of flesh and blood; Their breath departs, their pomp, and power, And thoughts, all vanish in an hour,

Nor can they make their promise good.

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

And earth, and seas, with all their train; He saves th' oppress'd, he feeds the poor; His truth for ever stands secure,

And none shall find his promise vain. 4 The LORD gives eye-sight to the blind, The LORD supports the sinking mind,

He sends the righteous strength and peace,

He helps the stranger in distress,

The widow, and the fatherless,

And to the prisoner grants release.

5 GOD shall the wicked overturn,
On them his wrath shall ever burn,
Sinners shall perish in their ways;
Sion! the God thy sons adore,
He, he is king for evermore;

The LORD thy God for ever praise!

PSALM 121.

From the cxlvii. Psalm of David.

PART I. C. M.

1 O PRAISE the LORD with hymns of joy,
And celebrate his fame;
For pleasant, good, and comely 't is
To praise his holy Name.

2 His holy city GOD will build,

Though levell'd with the ground;
Bring back his people, though dispersed
Through all the nations round.

3 He kindly heals the broken hearts,
And all their wounds does close;
He tells the number of the stars,
Their several names he knows.

4 Great is the LORD, and great his power,
His wisdom has no bound;

The meek he raises, and throws down
The wicked to the ground.

5 To GOD the LORD, a hymn of praise
With grateful voices sing;

To songs of triumph tune the harp,
And strike each warbling string.

6 He covers heaven with clouds, and thence
Refreshing rain bestows,

And on the mountains, through his care,
The grass in plenty grows.

7 His care the beasts that loosely range
With timely food supplies;

He feeds the ravens' tender brood,
And stops their hungry cries.

8 The LORD to him that fears his name
His tender love extends;

To him that on his boundless grace
With steadfast hope depends.

9 Let Sion and Jerusalem

To God their praise address;

Whose strength secures their lasting gates,
Who does their children bless.

PART II. L. M.

1 JEHOVAH speaks: swift from the skies
To earth the sovereign mandate flies;
The elements confess their LORD,
With prompt obedience to his word:

2 The thick descending flakes of snow
O'er earth a fleecy mantle throw;
And glittering frost o'er all the plains
Binds nature fast in icy chains.

3 He speaks: the ice and snow obey,
And nature's fetters melt away;
Softly the vernal breezes blow,
And murm'ring waters freely flow.

4 But nobler works his grace record:
To Israel he reveals his word;
To them, his chosen flock, alone,
He makes his sacred precepts known.

5 Such bliss no heathen nation shares,
His oracles are only theirs:

Let Israel then their voices raise,
And bless their GoD in songs of praise.

Ye Cherubim

And Seraphim,

To sing his praise.

2 Thou moon, that rul'st the night,
And sun, that guid'st the day,
Ye glitt'ring stars of light,
To him your homage pay:
His praise declare,

Ye heavens above,
And clouds that move
In liquid air.

3 Let them adore the LORD,
And praise his holy Name,
By whose almighty word

They all from nothing came;
And all shall last,

From changes free;
His firm decree

Stands ever fast.

5 By hills and mountains, all
In grateful concert join'd;
By cedars stately tall,
And trees for fruit design'd;
By every beast,
And creeping thing,
And fowl of wing,

His name be blest.

6 Let all of highest birth,

With those of humbler name,
And judges of the earth,

His matchless praise proclaim:
In this design,

Let youths with maids,
And hoary heads

With children, join.

7 United zeal be shown

His wondrous fame to raise,
Whose glorious Name alone
Deserves our endless praise:
Earth's utmost ends

His power obey;
His glorious sway
The sky transcends.

8 His chosen saints to grace,
He sets them up on high;

And favors Israel's race,

Who still to him are nigh:
O therefore raise

Your grateful voice,

And still rejoice

The LORD to praise !

1 O PRAISE the LORD in that blest place From whence his goodness largely flows; Praise him in heaven, where he his face, Unveil'd, in perfect glory shows.

2 Praise him for all the mighty acts Which he in our behalf has done; His kindness this return exacts,

With which our praise should equal run. 3 Let the shrill trumpet's warlike voice

Make rocks and hills his praise rebound: Praise him with harp's melodious noise And gentle psalt'ry's silver sound. 4 Let them who joyful hymns compose, To cymbals set their songs of praise; To well-tuned cymbals, and to those That loudly sound on solemn days.

5 Let all, that vital breath enjoy,

The breath he does to them afford
In just returns of praise employ :
Let every creature praise the LORD!

THE END.