PSALMS and HY M N'S For Sunday. Y I. 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, Were all the Starry Armies made. 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. I II. Pfalm XLVI. ON God fupreme our Hope depends, Whofe omnipresent Sight Even to the pathlefs Realms extends 2 Plung'd in the Abyss of deep Distress 3 Tho' Earth her ancient Seat forfake, Tho' her felf-ballanc'd Fabrick fhake 4 Tho' Hills be in the Ocean lost 5 Nations remote and Realms unknown For lo! Jehovah's Voice is fhewn 6 Let War's devouring Surges rife The Lord of Hofts our Safeguard is, O III. Pfalm XLVII. For a Shout of facred Joy Let Let every Land their Tongues employ, 2 Fefus our God ascends on high; 3 While Angels fhout and praise their King, 4 Rehearse his Praise with Awe profound, 5 In Ifrael ftood his ancient Throne, e; But now he calls the World his own, And Heathens tafte his Grace. 6 Remotest Nations are the Lord's; I Before IV. Pfalm C. Efore Fehovah's awful Throne, 2 His fovereign Power without our aid 3 We'll 1 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: I Firm as a Rock thy Truth must stand V. Pfalm CXIII. YE Priefts of God, whofe happy Days Are spent in your Creator's Praise, 2 Let God's high Praises still resound, From where the Sun first gilds the Streams 3 The various Tribes of Earth obey 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 Thou 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 I The God whom Heaven's triumphant Host As now it is and fo fhall last When Earth and Heaven shall be no more. VI. Part of Pfalm CXV. Not unto us: We all disclaim: Glory alone to God's great Name, 2 Thou reigneft, Lord, enthroned above! 3 The filent Dead no Praises give : 4 To God the Father, God the Son, |