His name your highest songs should raise,
Where'er the sun its beams displays;
Where all his morning glories rise,
Or where he sinks in western skies.
Far rais'd o'er all created things,
He sits th' eternal King of kings!
And spreads his glory and his fame
Above the heav'n's expanded frame.
WHEN Israel's tribes, in firm array,
From Egypt's coasts pursue their way,
Where a strange tongue they heard;
Jehovah, majesty divine!
In Judah bade his presence shine,
And Israel own'd their Lord.
The ocean saw; the ocean fled;
And Jordan backward to its head
Roll'd its retorted flood:
Like rams the lofty mountains leap;
And lesser hills, like feebler sheep,
In playful dancings stood.
What pow'r dismay'd, when ocean fled ?
Why Jordan backward to thy head
Roll thy retorted flood?
Why like the rams, ye mountains leap?
Or lesser hills, as feebler sheep?-
They own the present Ged!
Tremble, thou earth, before the Lord;
His presence, in his church ador'd,
Sball save his chosen race:
Forth from the flint the fountains broke,
At his command :—and Christ our rock
Pours endless streams of grace!
HIS saints Jehovah's bounty share,
The objects of his constant care :
His blessing o'er his church shall rest,
Pour'd on the people and the priest.
The men who fear his name shall know
The blessings which his hands bestow:
In him the strong their safety find,
The refuge of the feeblest mind.
His saints, who taste his richest grace,
In faith, and hope, and joy increase:
Their seed shall join the sacred mirth,
Bless'd of the Lord of heav'n and earth.
The heav'n of heav'ns expanded high
Is his his throne of majesty !
The earth he gives, with bounties stor❜d,
To man-creation's lower lord.
What songs can rise, with grateful breath,
In silence, or the shades of death?
But God our sleeping dust shall raise,
To speak his everlasting praise!"
I LOVE the Lord-his gracious ear
Listen'd to my distressful pray'r;
He heard my supplicating voice,
And bade my fainting heart rejoice.
"Twas in the depth of my distress,
I call'd upon the God of grace,
Whose pow'r can death and hell control,
"Lord, I beseech thee, save my soul!"
For ever gracious is the Lord,
For ever faithful to his word,
By sweet experience now I prove
His mercy, his unchanging love.
For this, when future sorrows rise,
To him I'll breathe my humble cries;
For this, through all my future days,
Adore his name, and sing his praise.
PSALM CXVII. Version 1. PRAISE the Lord, with hallow'd mirth, Every nation, tribe, and tongue; Christians, militant on earth,
Let your Saviour's praise be sung.
See his mercy o'er our land,
Spread its ever-healing wing;
And his truth through ages stand;
Praise, O praise, th' eternal King.
FROM all that dwell below the skies,
Let the Creator's praise arise:
Let the Redeemer's name be sung
Through ev'ry land, by ev'ry tongue.
Eternal are thy mercies, Lord;
Eternal truth attends thy word;
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more.
PSALM CXVIII.
SEE the stone of God's salvation,
By the builders cast aside;
Yet 'tis made the sure foundation,
In the angle to abide :
Jews, and scribes, and priests abase it,
Cast it from them with disdain,
But the Lord on high shall place it,
There our hopes secure remain.
'Tis the Lord! we view and wonder,
"Tis his work!-his pow'r divine,
Bursts the bonds of death asunder,
Bids the grave its prey resign!
Jesus, whom the world despises,
(God's almighty pow'r display'd)
From the tomb and death arises,
As the sure foundation laid!
Hail the day-so bright in glory,
When the great Redeemer rose!
Hail the day, when saints adore thee!
Day of rest and calm repose:
By Jehovah's grace allotted,
All his wonders to display,
Now, to holy joy devoted,
Pray'r and praise shall fill the day.
Shout hosanna to the Saviour,
In your noblest strains below;
Life eternal, endless favor,
From his cross and vict'ry flow:
Let thine ear, in mercy bending,
Great Redeemer, hear our cries;
And, thy richest grace descending,
Bless thy church with full supplies.
HOW shall the young, in dang'rous days, Secure their hearts, and cleanse their ways? Thy word affords a heav'nly light,
To guide their erring steps aright.
With my whole heart, before thy seat,
Thy aid, Jehovali, I entreat;
Then in thy ways my soul restrain,
Nor let my footsteps err again.
Deep treasur'd in my watchful mind,
To mem'ry's faithful care consign'd,
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