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. The strangers he preserves from harm,

The orphan kindly treats ;
Defends the widow, and the wiles

Of wicked men defeats.
10 The God that docs in Sion dwell

Is our eternal King:
From age to age his reign endures :
Let all bis praises sing.

PSALM CXLVII.
PRAISE the Lord with hymns of joy,

And celebrate his fame!
For pleasant, good, and comely tis

To praise his holy Name.
2 His boly city God will build,

Though levellid with the ground ;
Bring back his people, though dispers'd

Through all the nations round.
3, 4 He kindly beals the broken hearts,

And all their wounds does close ;
He tells the number of tbe stars,

Their sev'ral names he knows.
3, 6 Great is the Lord, and great his pow's,

His wisdom has no bound;
The meek he raises, and throws down

The wicked to the ground,
7 To God, the Lord, a hymn of praise

With grateful voices sing ;
To songs of triumph tune the harp,

And strike each warbling string.
8 He covers heav'n with clouds, and thence

Refreshing rain bestows;
Through him, on mountain tops, the grass

With wondrous plenty grows.
9 He savage beasts, that loosely range,

With timely food supplies ;
He feeds the raven's tender brood,

And stops their hungry cries. 10 He values not the warlike steed,

But does his strength disdain ;
The nimble foot that swiftly runs,

No prize from him can gain.
11 But he, to him that fears his Name

His tender love extends;

To him that on his boundless grace

With stedfast hope depends. 12, 13 Let Sion and Jerusalem

To God their praise address;
Who fenc'd their gates with massy bars,

And does their children bless. 14, 15 Through all their borders he gives peace,

With finest wheat they're fed ;
He speaks the word, and what he wills

Is done as soon as said.
46 Large flakes of snow, like fleecy wool,

Descends at his command ;
And hoary frost, like ashes spread,

Is scatter'd o'er the land.
17 When, join'd to these, he does his hail

In little morsels break,
Who can against his piercing cold

Secure defence's make?
18 He sends his word which melts the ice ;

He makes his wind to blow;
And soon the streams, congeal'd before,

In plenteous currents flow.
19 By him his statutes and decrees

To Jacob's sons were shown;
And still to Israel's chosen seeď

His righteous laws are known, 20 No other nation this can boast;

Nor did he e'er afford
To heathen lands his oracles,
And knowledge of his word.

PSALM CXLVIII.

1,2 YE boundless realms of joy,

Exalt your

;
His praise your song employ
Above the starry frame :

Your voices raise,
Ye Cherubim,
And Seraphim,

To sing his praise.
3, 4 Thou moon, that rul'st the nights

And sun, that guid'st the day,
Ye glitt'ring stars of light,
To him your homage pay :

His praise declare,
Ye heav'ns above,
And clouds that move

In liquid air.
5, 6 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.
7,8 Let earth her tribute pay ;

Praise him ye dreadful whales,
And fish that through the sea
Glide swift with glittring scales ;

Fire, hail, and snow,
And misty air,
And winds that, where

He bids them, blow,
9, 10 By hills and mountains, all

In grateful concert join'd;
By cedars stately tall,
And trees for fruit design'd;

By ev'ry beast,
And creeping thing,
And fowl of wing,

His Name be blest. €1,12 Let all of royal birth,

With those of humbler frame,
And judges of the earth,
His matchless praise proclaim:

In this design,
Let youths with maids,
And hoary heads

With children join.
13 United zeal be shown,

His wondrous fame to raise,
Whose glorious Name alone
Deserves our endless praise :

Earth's utmost ends
His pow'r obey ;
His glorious sway

The sky transcends.

14 His chosen saints to grace,

He sets them up on high,
And favours Israel's race,
Who still to him, are nigh :

( therefore raise
Your grateful voice,
And still rejoice
The Lord to praise.

PSALM CXLIX. 1, 2 PRAISE

ye 'the Lord, Prepare your glad voice, His praise in the great

Assembly to sing :
In our great Creator

Let Israel rejoice ;
And children of Sion

Be glad in their King.
3, 4 Let them his great Name

Extol in the dance ;
With timbrel and harp

His praises express;
Who always takes pleasure

His saints to advance,
And with his salvation

The humble to bless. 5, 6 With glory adorn'd,

His people shall sing
To God, who their beds

With safety does shield ;
Their mouths fill'd with praises

of him, their great King ; Whilst a two-edged sword

Their right hand shall wield ; 7, 8 Just vengeance to take

For injuries past;
To punish those lands

For ruin design'd ;
With chains as their captives,

To tie their kings fast,
With fetters of iron

Their nobles to bind.
9 Thus shall they make good,

When them they destroy,
The dreadful decree

Which God does proclaim :

Such honour and triumph

His saints shall enjoy ;
O therefore for ever
Exalt his great Name.

PSALM CL,
O

PRAISE the Lord in that blest place,

From whence his goodness largely flows ; Praise him in heav'n, 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 bis praise rebound : Praise him with harp's melodious noise,

And gentle psaltry's silver sound.
4 Let virgin troops soft timbrels bring,

And some with graceful motion dance ;
Let instruments of various strings,

With organs join'd, his praise advance.
5 Let them who joyful hymns compose,

To cymbals set their songs of praise ;
Cymbals of common use, and those

That loudly sound on solemn days.
6 Let all that vital breath enjoy,

The breath he does to them afford,
In just returns of praise employ :

Let ev'ry creature praise the Lord.

GLORIA PATRI.

Common Measure.
TO Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

God we
Be glory, as it was, is now,
And shall be evermore.

As Psalm 25.
To God the Father, Son,

And Spirit, glory be ;
As twas, and is, and shall be so