2 There we to all eternity To God our Saviour's praise : 17. "How excellent is thy name!" Psa. viii. c. M. 1 O LORD, our King, how excellent 2 Yet are the humble dear to Thee: 3 When I behold the heavens on high, 4 Lord, what is man, that Thou shouldst On him to set Thy love, [deign Give him on earth awhile to reign, 5 O Lord, how excellent Thy name! Let time Thy saving truth proclaim, C 18. "I will bless the Lord at all times." Psalm xxxiv. 1-9. C. M. 1 THROUGH all the changing scenes of life, In trouble and in joy, The praises of my God shall still From my example comfort take, 3 Oh magnify the Lord with me : 4 Oh make but trial of His love; How blest they are, and only they, 5 Fear Him, ye saints; and you will then Have nothing else to fear. Make you His service your delight, 19. "I will sing of the mercies of the Lord for ever." 1 THE mercies of my God and King 2 As bright and lasting as the sun, From age to age Thy word shall run, 3 The covenant of the King of kings And 'neath the shadow of Thy wings 4 Thine is the earth, and Thine the skies, Created at Thy will: The waves at Thy command arise, 5 In earth below, in heaven above, 20. "Let us sing to the Lord." Psa. xcv. 1-7. P. M. 1 OH come, let us sing to the Lord, His praise, with one spirit, one voice: 2 The sea is Jehovah's: He made Oh come, let us worship and kneel 21. "Sing to the Lord a new song." Psalm xcvi. 1-7. S. M. 1 NOW let your songs arise And bless His sacred Name: 4 Great is the Eternal Lord, And great must be His praise: 5 The gods the heathen boasts, 6 Through earth, let every tribe, Glory, and grace, and might, ascribe 22." He led them forth by the right way." Ps. cvii. 1-8.7's. 1 THANK and praise Jehovah's name, For His mercies, firm and sure, From eternity the same, To eternity endure. 2 Let the ransomed thus rejoice, Gathered out of every land, As the people of His choice; Plucked from the destroyer's hand. 3 In the wilderness astray, Hither, thither, while they roam, Far from refuge, shelter, home:— 4 Then unto the Lord they cry; 5 To a pleasant land He brings, Where the vine and olive grow, 6 Oh that men would praise the Lord 23. "My heart is fixed." Psalm cviii. 1-5. L. M. 1 O GOD, my heart is fixed, 'tis bent, Its thankful tribute to present; And, with my heart, my voice I'll raise To Thee, my God, in songs of praise. |