2 Happy the country, where the sheep,
Cattle, and corn, have large increase;
Where men securely work, or sleep,
Nor sons of plunder break their peace.
3 Happy the nation thus endow'd:
But more divinely blest are those,
On whom the all sufficient God,
Himself with all his grace
PSALM 145. First Part. L. M.
The greatness of God.
My God, my King, thy various praise
Shall fill the remnant of my days; Thy grace employ my humble tongue, Till death and glory raise the song. 2 The wings of ev'ry hour shall bear Some thankful tribute to thine ear; And ev'ry setting sun shall see New works of duty done for thee. 3 Thy truth and justice I'll proclaim; Thy bounty flows an endless stream; Thy mercy swift; thine anger slow; But dreadful to the stubborn foe. 4 Thy works with sov'reign glory shine, And speak thy majesty divine : Let Zion in her courts proclaim The sound and honour of thy name. 5 Let distant times and nations raise The long succession of thy praise; And unborn ages make my song The joy and labour of their tongue. 6 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds? Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds: Vast and unsearchable thy ways; Vast and immortal be thy praise.
PSALM 145. Second Part. C. M.
The goodness of God..
WEET is the mem'ry of thy grace,
My God, my heav'nly King :
Let age to age thy righteousness
In sounds of glory sing.
2 God reigns on high, but not confines
His goodness to the skies;
Thro' the whole earth his bounty shines,
And ev'ry want supplies.
3 With longing eyes thy creatures wait
On thee for daily food;
Thy lib'ral hand provides their meat,
Ånd fills their mouths with good,
4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord!
How slow thine anger moves!
But soon he sends his pard'ning word
To cheer the souls he loves.
5. Creatures, with all their endless race,
Thy pow'r and praise proclaim;
But saints that taste thy richer grace,
Delight to bless thy name.
PSALM 145. Third Part. C. M.
The mercy of God.
ET ev'ry tongue thy mercy speak,
Thou sov'reign Lord of all;
Thy strength'ning hands uphold the weak,
And raise the poor that fall.
2 When sorrow bows the spirit down,
Our virtue lies distrest
Beneath some proud oppressor's frown,
Thou giv'st the mourners rest.
3 The Lord supports our sinking days,
And guides our giddy youth :
Holy and just are all his ways,
And all his words are truth.
4 He knows the pain his servants feel;
He hears his children cry;
And their best wishes to fulfil,
His grace is ever nigh.
5 His mercy never shall remove
From men of heart sincere :
He saves the souls, whose humble love
Is join'd with holy fear.
6 His stubborn foes, his sword shall slay,
And pierce their hearts with pain ;
But none, that serve the Lord, shall say,
"They sought his aid in vain."
7 My lips shall dwell upon his praise,
And spread his fame abroad:
Let all the sons of Adam raise
The honours of their God.
PSALM 146. First Part. L. M.
Praise to God for his goodness and truth.
1 PRAISE ye the Lord: my heart shall join
In work so pleasant, so divine;
Now while the flesh is my abode,
And when my soul ascends to God.
2 Praise shall employ my noblest pow'rs,
While immortality endures;
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last.
3 Why should I make a man my trust?
Princes must die and turn to dust;
Their breath departs, their pomp and pow'
And thoughts all vanish in an hour.
4 Happy the man, whose hopes rely
On Israel's God; he made the sky,
And earth and seas, with all their train ;
And none shall find his promise vain.
5 His truth forever stands secure;
He saves th' opprest, he feeds the poor;
He sends the lab'ring conscience peace,
And grants the pris'ner sweet release.
6 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind;
The Lord supports the sinking mind;
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow and the fatherless.
7 He loves his saints, he knows them well,
But turns the wicked down to hell:
Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns;
Praise him in everlasting strains.
PSALM 146. Second Part. P. M.
Praise to God for his power, mercy and truth.
1 I'LL praise my
"'LL praise my Maker with my breath:
And when
my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler pow'rs:
My days of praise shall ne'er be past
While life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.
2 Why should I make a man my trust!
Princes must die and turn to dust:
Vain is the help of flesh and blood;
Their breath departs, their pomp, and pow'r
And thoughts, all vanish in an hour:
Nor can they make their promise good.
3 Happy the man whose hopes rely
On Israel's God; he made the sky,
And earth and seas, with all their train..
His truth for ever stands secure ;
He saves th' opprest, he feeds the poor;
And none shall find his promise vain.
4 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind;
The Lord supports the sinking mind;
He sends the lab'ring conscience peace ;
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow, and the fatherless ;
And grants the pris'ner sweet release.
5 He loves his saints, he knows them well;
But turns the wicked down to hell:
Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns.
Let ev'ry tongue, let ev'ry age,
In this exalted work engage;
Praise him in everlasting strains.
I'll praise him while he lends me breath
And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler pow'rs:
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.
PSALM 147. First Part. L. M.
Providence and grace.
PRAISE ye the Lord: 'tis good to raise
Our hearts and voices in his praise :
His nature and his works invite
To make this duty our delight.
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 names:
His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound,
A deep where all our thoughts are drown'd.
4 Great is our Lord, and great his might;
And all his glories infinite :
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