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89 PS. CXLIX. 2.-"Let the children of Zion be
joyful in their King."
1 YE holy angels bright,
Who stand before God's throne,
Praise ye the Lord each one!
Fitter than we
Dark sinners be
2 You blessed souls at rest,
3 All nations of the earth,
Extol the world's Great King,
4 Sing forth Jehovah's praise,
Him magnify always,
And there proclaim
His holy name,
90 Ps. CL. 6.-"Let every thing that hath breath
praise the Lord."
High and lowly,
Sing the praises of the Lord!
Sun and moon bright,
Night and noon light,
Starry temples, azure-floored;
Calm and storm, and wild wind's madness,
Praise ye, praise ye, God the Lord!
Voice of wonder,
Deepest bass in heavenly chord;
Cliffs where tumbling seas have roar'd!
Rock and high land,
Wood and island,
Crag where eagle's pride hath soar'd;
From the mountain's deep vein poured;
Birds, whose pinion
In sky-regions deep and broad;
Flocks, that stray o'er hills unbounded,
Youth, whose morning
Age in counsel deeply stor❜d;
Bond and free men,
Land and seamen,
Earth, with peoples widely stor'd;
Sceptred by the Sovereign Lord;
Spread the story
Of his glory,
Ye who fiercely scorned His word;
Now, illustrious in salvation,
Praise your Kinsman, King, and Lord!
Praise Him ever,
Praise Him, Father, Friend, and Lord;
91 PROV. XIV. 32.-" The righteous hath hope in
1 АH! I shall soon be dying,
2 The day when I shall enter
3 He once a spotless victim
And bruise Him in my stead.
4 Hence all my hope arises,
My soul most surely prizes
5 To Him by grace united,
6 There He is interceding
For all who on Him rest:
7 Then, with the saints in glory,
8 Free grace, redeeming merit,
Of Father, Son, and Spirit,
92 PROV. XVII. 6." The glory of children are their fathers."
1 THERE was gladness in Zion, her standard was flying,
Free o'er her battlements, glorious and gay; All fair as the morning shone forth her adorning,
And fearful to foes was her godly array.
2 There is mourning in Zion, her standard is lying
Defiled in the dust, to the spoiler a prey; And now there is wailing, and sorrow prevailing,
For the best of her children are weeded away.
3 The good have been taken, their place is forsa
The man and the maiden, the green and the
The voice of the weepers wails over the sleep
The martyrs of Scotland that now are away,