PSALM CXLIX. Particular Metre.
10 PRAISE ye the Lord!
Prepare your glad voice,
His praise in the great
Assembly to sing.
In their great Creator
Let all men rejoice,
And heirs of salvation
Be glad in their King.
2 Let them his great name
Devoutly adore;
In loud swelling strains
His praises express,
Who graciously opens
His bountiful store,
Their wants to relieve, and
His children to bless.
3 With glory adorn'd,
His people shall sing
To God, who defence
And plenty supplies;
Their loud acclamations
To him their great King,
Through earth shall be sounded,
And reach to the skies.
4 Ye angels above,
His glories who've sung,
In loftiest notes,
Now publish his praise:
We, mortals, delighted,
Would borrow your tongue;
Would join in your numbers,
And chant to your lays,
1 PRAISE ye the Lord! let praise employ,
In his own courts, your songs of joy;
The spacious firmament around
Shall echo back the joyful sound.
2 Recount his works in strains divine,
His wondrous works, how bright they shine!
Praise him for all his mighty deeds,
Whose greatness all your praise exceeds.
3 Awake the trumpet's piercing sound,
To spread your sacred pleasure round;
While softer musick tunes the lute,
The warbling harp, the breathing flute.
4 Ye virgin train, with joy advance,
To praise him in the graceful dance;
Awake each voice, and strike each string,
And to the solemn organ sing.
5 Let the loud cymbal sound on high,
To softer, deeper notes reply;
Harmonious, let the concert rise,
And bear the rapture to the skies.
6 Let all whom life and breath inspire
Attend and join the blissful choir;
But chiefly ye who know his word,
Adore, and love, and praise the Lord!
First Lines of the Psalms, referring to the Pages.
Approach, ye piously dispos'd
Arise, my tender thoughts, arise
As pants the hart for cooling streams
As showers on meadows newly mown
Attend, O earth, when God declares
Awake, my soul, to hymns of praise
Awake, ye saints, to praise your King
Awake, ye tempests, and his fame
BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne
Before the hills in order stood
Begin, my soul, th' exalted lay
Behold, O God, how cruel foes
Behold the corner stone
Behold the fool, whose heart denies
Behold the love, the generous love
Behold the morning sun
Blest are the souls who hear and know
Blest is the man who fears the Lord
Blest is the man whose tender care
Blest is the man who shuns the place
COME, let our souls address the Lord
Come, O ye saints, your voices raise
Come sound his praise abroad
Consider all my sorrows, Lord
DAVID rejoic'd in God his strength
Deep in our hearts let us record
Descend from heaven, almighty Lord
EARLY my God, without delay
FAIREST of all the lights above
Far from our friends and country dear
Father, I bless thy gentle hand
Father, I sing thy wondrous grace
Firm was my health, my day was bright
Fools in their hearts believe and say
For ever shall my song record
For thee, O God, our constant praise
From age to age exalt his name
From deep distress and troubled thoughts
From thee, great Lord of life and death
From Zion's hill my help descends
GIVE ear, ye children, to my law
Give thanks to God, he reigns above
Give thanks to God, invoke his name
Give to the Lord, ye sons of fame
Give to our God immortal praise
God in the great assembly stands
God is our refuge in distress
God is the Lord, the heavenly King
God, my supporter and my hope
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