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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