PSALM CXXX. FROM lowest depths of woe, Lord, hear my supplicating voice, Should'st thou severely judge, My soul with patience waits For thee, the living Lord; My hopes are on thy promise built, Thy never-failing word. My longing eyes look out For thy enliv'ning ray, More duly than the morning watch To spy the dawning day. PSALM CXXXII. ARISE, O Lord, arise, I pray, Thou and the ark of thy great strength, Let all thy priests be clothed, Lord, And for thy servant David's sake PSALM CXXXIII. O WHAT a happy thing it is, 'Tis like the precious ointment that Which from his beard down to the skirts Of his rich garments spread. And as the lower ground doth drink And Sion with his silver drops The fields with fruit doth fill; Ev'n so the Lord doth pour on them Whose hearts and minds sincerely do PSALM CXXXV. O PRAISE the Lord with one consent, Let all the servants of the Lord Praise him all ye that in his house With those that to his outmost courts With humble zeal repair. For this our truest int'rest is, Glad hymns of praise to sing; And with loud songs to bless his name A most delightful thing. PSALM CXXXVI. To God, the mighty Lord, For God does prove His boundless love To him whose wond'rous power By his Almighty hand Amazing works are wrought; The heav'ns, by his command Were to perfection brought. For God, &c. PSALM CXLVIII. YE boundless realms of joy, Ye cherubim And seraphim To sing his praise. 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. United zeal be shown, His wond'rous fame to raise, Whose glorious name alone Deserves our endless praise. |