His mercies bear in mind;
Forget not all his benefits,
Who is to thee so kind.
3 He pardons all thy sins,
Prolongs thy feeble breath;
He healeth thine infirmities,
And ransoms thee from death.
4 He feeds thee with his love,
Upholds thee with his truth,
And like the eagle's, he renews
The vigour of thy youth.
5 0 bless the Lord, my soul,
His grace to thee proclaim,
And all that is within me join
To bless his holy name.
1 Come, let our souls repeat his praise,
Whose mercies are so great,
Whose anger is so slow to rise,
So ready to abate.
2 Jehovah will not always chide;
His anger soon departs;
He deals his punishments in love,
And not by our deserts.
3 Far as the heaven above the earth,
Its lofty arch extends,
So far his love to sinful man,
Our utmost thoughts transcends.
4 Far as the east is from the west, He all our guilt removes,
And spares us, as a father spares,
The children whom he loves.
5 He sees how weak and frail we are,
He knows we are but clay;
Like morning flowers of the field,
We flourish and decay.
6 But his compassions and his love
To endless years endure,
And children's children still shall find
His word of promise sure.
PART III. 19-22.
1 The Lord, the sov'reign king,
Hath fix'd his throne on high;
O'er all the heav'nly worlds he rules,
And all beneath the sky.
2 Ye that excel in strength,
And haste to do his will,
Bless ye the Lord, whose voice ye hear,
Whose pleasure ye fulfil.
3 Ye shining hosts, who wait
The orders of your king;
Ye servants, who his courts attend,
United praises sing.
4 Let all o'er whom he reigns,
His wondrous love extol:
Awake, my tongue, thy grateful lays;
Bless thou the Lord, my soul.
PSALM CIV.
PART I. 1-5.
1 Bless God, O my soul,
Rejoice in his name;
O Lord, let my voice
Thy greatness proclaim;
Surpassing in honour,
Dominion and might,
Thy throne is the heav'n,
Thy robe is the light.
2 The sky we behold,
A curtain display'd;
The chambers of heav'n,
On waters are laid:
The clouds are a chariot,
Thy glory to bear,
On wings thou art wafted.
Thou ridest on air.
3 As rapid as fire,
The angels on high,
Convey thy commands,
Thy ministers fly:
The earth on its basis
Eternal sustain'd,
Is fix'd in the station
Thy wisdom ordain'd.
PART II. 13-15.
1 God from his cloudy cistern pours
O'er the parch'd earth enriching showers:
The grove, the garden and the field,
A thousand joyful blessings yield.
2 He makes the grassy food arise,
And gives the cattle large supplies,
With herbs for man of various power,
Nature to nourish or restore.
s Luxuriant fruit the vines produce;
The melting olive yields her juice;
The gen'rous wine, refreshing oil,
To gladden man amid his toil.
4 Then bless his name, ye people fed
With cheering fruits and strength'ning bread; And while he thus his gifts imparts,
Serve him with ever grateful hearts.
1 How manifold thy works, O Lord!
In wisdom, power and goodness wrought;
The earth is with thy riches stor❜d,
And ocean with thy wonders fraught.
Unfathom❜d caves beneath the deep,
For thee their hidden treasures keep.
2 There go the ships, with sails unfurl'd,
By thee directed on their way;
There in his own mysterious world
Leviathan delights to play:
And tribes that range immensity,
Unknown to man, are known to thee.
3 By thee alone the living live;
Hide but thy face, their comforts fly;
They gather what thy seasons give
Take thou away their breath, they die:
Send forth thy spirit from above,
And all again is life and love.
4 Joy in his works Jehovah takes,
Yet to destruction they return;
He looks upon the earth, it quakes,
Touches the mountains, and they burn:
Thou, God, forever art the same;
I AM, is thy unchanging name.
10 render thanks to God above,
The fountain of eternal love;
Whose mercy firm through ages past,
Has stood and shall for ages last.
2 Who can his mighty deeds express,
Not only vast, but numberless?
What mortal eloquence can raise
His tribute of immortal praise?
3 Blessed are they and only they,
Who from thy judgments never stray;
Who know and love thy perfect will,
And all thy righteous laws fulfil.
4 May I that kind remembrance share,
Which to thy people thou dost bear:
Lord make me one with them and thee,
And let me all thy glory see.
PSALM. CVII.
Paraphrase. 1-8.
1 Thank and praise Jehovah's name,
For his mercies ever sure,
From eternity the same,
To eternity endure.
2 Let the ransom'd thus rejoice,
Gather'd out of every land;
As the people of his choice,
Pluck'd from the destroyer's hand.
S In the wilderness astray,
Hither, thither while they roam,
Hungry, fainting by the way,
Far from refuge, shelter, home.
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