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2 The Lord builds up Jerusalem,
And gathers nations to his name :
His mercy melts the stubborn soul,
And makes the broken spirit whole.

3 He form'd the stars, those heav'nly flames He counts their numbers, calls their name: His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound, A deep where all our thoughts are drown' 4 Great is our Lord, and great his might; And all his glories infinite :

He crowns the meek, rewards the just,
And treads the wicked to the dust.

PAUSE.

5 Sing to the Lord, exalt him high,
Who spreads his clouds all round the sky
There he prepares the fruitful rain,
Nor lets the drops descend in vain.

6 He makes the grass the hills adorn,
And clothes the smiling fields with corn;
The beasts with food his hands supply,
And the young ravens when they cry.
7 What is the creature's skill or force,
The sprightly man, the war-like horse,
The nimble wit, the active limb?
All are too mean delights for him.

8 But saints are lovely in his sight;
He views his children with delight:
He sees their hope, he knows their fear,
And looks and loves his image there.

149. Praise to God from all Creatures. (P. M.)

1

E tribes of Adam join,

YE

With heav'n and earth and seas,

And offer notes divine,

To your Creator's praise.

Ye holy throng

Of angels bright,
In worlds of light,
Begin the song.

2 Thou sun with dazzling rays,
And moon that rules the night,
Shine to your Maker's praise,
With stars of twinkling light.
His pow'r declare,
Ye floods on high,
And clouds that fly
In empty air.

3 The shining worlds above,
In glorious order stand,

By his

Or in swift courses move,
supreme command.
He spake the word,
And all their frame,
From nothing came,
To praise the Lord.

4 He mov'd their mighty wheels,
In unknown ages past,
And each his word fulfils,
While time and nature last.

In diffrent ways
His works proclaim
His wond'rous name,
And speak his praise.

PAUSE.

5 Let all the earth-born race,
And monsters of the deep,
The fish that cleave the seas,
Or in their bosom sleep,

From sea and shore
Their tribute pay,
And still display

Their Maker's pow'r.

6 Ye vapours, hail, and snow,
Praise ye th' Almighty Lord,
And stormy winds that blow,
To execute his word.
When lightnings shine,
Or thunders roar,

Let earth adore

His hand divine.

7 Ye mountains near the skies,
With lofty cedars there,
And trees of humbler size,
That fruit in plenty bear;
Beasts wild and tame,
Birds, flies, and worms
In various forms,
Exalt his name.

8 Ye kings, and judges, fear
The Lord the sov'reign King;
And while you rule us here,
His heav'nly honours sing:
Nor let the dream,
Of power and state';
Make you forget,

His power supreme.
9 Virgins, and youths, engage
To sound his praise divine,
While infancy and age,
Their feebler voices join:
Wide as he reigns,
His name be sung;
By every tongue,
In endless strains.

10 Let all the nations fear

The God that rules above;
He brings his people near,
And makes them taste his love:
While earth and sky,
Attempt his praise,

His saints shall raise,
His honours high.

50. Universal Praise to God (L. M.)

LOUD hallelujahs to the Lord,

[dwell:

From distant worlds where creatures

Let heav'n begin the solemn word,
And sound it dreadful down to hell.

CHORUS.

Each of his works his name displays,

But they

can ne'er fulfil the praise.

2 The Lord! how absolute he reigns!
Let ev'ry angel bend the knee;
Sing of his love in heav'nly strains,
And speak how fierce his terrors be.

3 High on a throne his glories dwell,
An awful throne of shining bliss:
Fly through the world, O sun, and tell,
How dark thy beams compar'd to his.

4 Awake, ye tempests, and his fame.
In sounds of dreadful praise declare ;
And the sweet whisper of his name,
Fill ev'ry gentler breeze of air.

5 Let clouds, and winds, and waves agree,
To join their praise with blazing fire;
Let the firm earth, and rolling sea,
In this eternal song conspire.

6 Ye flow'ry plains, proclaim his skill;
Valleys, lie low before his eye;
And let his praise from every hill,
Rise tuneful to the neighbouring sky.

7 Ye stubborn oaks, and stately pines, Bend your high branches, and adore: Praise him, ye beasts, in different strains The lamb must bleat,-the lion roar.

8 Birds, ye must make his praise your them
Nature demands a song from you;
While the dumb fish, that cut the stream,
Leap up, and mean his praises too.

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