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“ I'll honour them in heav'n; *. There my salvation shall be shown, “ And endless life be giv'n.” PSALM 92. First Part. L. M.
A psalm for the Lord's day. 1 SWEET is the work, my God, my King,
To praise thy name, give thanks and sing; To show thy love by morning light,
And talk of all thy truth at night. 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest,
No mortal care shall seize my breast :
Like David's harp of solemn sound. 3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord,
And bless his works, and bless his word : Thy works of grace, how bright they shine!
How deep thy counsels! how divine !
Like brutes they live, like brutes they die:
Blasts them in everlasting death. 5 But I shall share a glorious part
When grace hath well refin'd my heart;
head. 6 Sin (my worst enemy before)
Shall vex my eyes and ears no more;
Nor Satan break my peace again,
All I desir'd or wish'd below:
PSALM 92. Second Part. L. M.
Aged saints. 1 LORD,
?tis a pleasant thing to stand In gardens planted by thy hand : Let me within thy courts be seen,
Like a young cedar fresh and green.
Blest with thine influ'nce from above;
Yields such a comely sight as these. 3 The plants of grace shall ever live;
Nature decays, but grace must thrive;
Still makes them flourish strong and fair. 4 Laden with fruits of age, they show
The Lord is holy, just and true;
PSALM 93. L. M.
The cternal and sovereign God. 1
JEHOVAH reigns: He dwells in light,
Still on its first foundation stands.
Or had its first foundation laid;
Thyself the ever-living God.
And aim their rage against the skies ;
At thy rebuke the billows die.
Thy promise stands for ever sure ;
And everlasting holiness
GOD, to whom revenge belongs,
Proclaim thy wrath aloud;
Let justice smite the proud. 2 They say, “ The Lord nor sees nor hears :**
When will the fools be wise ?
Or blind, who made their eyes? 3 He knows their impious thoughts are vain,
And they shall feel his pow'r :
In some surprising hour.
Thou hast a gentler rod ;
Shall make them know their God. 5 Blest is the man, thy hands chastise,
And to his duty draw :
When they forget thy law.
Nor his own promise break;
God our support and comfort.
Against my num'rous foes; While earth and hell their force unite,
And all my hopes oppose ?
2 Had not the Lord, my rock, my help,
Sustain’d my fainting head,
My soul among the dead.
Thy promise was my prop :
Thy spirit bore me up. 4 While multitudes of mournful thoughts
Within my bosom roll; Thy boundless love forgives my faults,
Thy comforts cheer my soul. 5 Pow'rs of iniquity may rise,
And frame pernicious laws ;
He will defend my cause.
Let bold blasphemers scoff: The Lord our God shall judge the proud, And cut the sinners off. PSALM 95. First Part. C. M.
A psalm before prayer. 1 SING to the Lord Jehovah's name,
: When his salvation is our theme,
Exalted be our voice. 2 With thanks approach his awful sight,
And psalms of honour sing: The Lord's a God of boundless might,
The whole creation's King. 3 Let princes hear, let angels know,
How mean their natures seem, Those gods on high, and gods below, When once compar'd with him.
4 Earth, with its caverns dark and deep,
Lies in his spacious hand; He fix'd the seas, what bounds to keep,
And where the hills must stand.
Come, kneel before his face;
Be children of his grace!
And waits for your request :
A psalm before sermon.
And hymns of glory sing :
The universal King. 2 He form'd the deeps unknown ; He gave
the seas their bound; The wat'ry worlds are all his own,
And all the solid ground. 3 Come worship at his throne,
Come bow before the Lord : We are his work, and not our own,
He form’d us by his word. 4 To-day attend his voice,
Nor dare provoke his rod : Come, like the people of his choice,
And own your gracious God. 5 But if your ears refuse
The language of his grace ; And hearts grow hard like stubborn Jews,
That unbelieving race: