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12 The memory of his glorious Name
Through endless years shall run;
His spotless fame shall shine as bright
And lasting as the sun.

13 In him the nations of the world
Shall be completely bless'd,
And his unbounded happiness
By every tongue confess'd.

14 Then bless'd be God, the mighty LORD,
The God whom Israel fears;
Who only wondrous in his works
Beyond compare, appears.

15 Let earth be with his glory fill'd,
For ever bless his Name;
Whilst to his praise the listening world
Their glad assent proclaim.

SELECTION 57. L. M.

From the lxxiii. Psalm of David.

1 THY presence, LORD, hath me supplied,
Thou my right hand support dost give;
Thou first shalt with thy counsel guide,
And then to glory me receive.

2 Whom then in heaven, but thee alone,
Have I, whose favor I require?
Throughout the spacious earth there's none,
Compared with thee, that I desire.

3 My trembling flesh and aching heart
May often fail to succor me;

But God shall inward strength impart,
And my eternal portion be.

4 For they that far from thee remove
Shall into sudden ruin fall;

If after other gods they rove,

Thy vengeance shall destroy them all.

5 But as for me, 'tis good and just That I should still to God repair;

In him I always put my trust,

And will his wondrous works declare.

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SELECTION 58. C. M.

From the lxxiv. Psalm of David.

1 THINE is the cheerful day, O LORD;
Thine the return of night;

Thou hast prepared the glorious sun,
And every feebler light.

2 By thee the borders of the earth
In perfect order stand;

The summer's warmth, and winter's cold,
Attend on thy command.

SELECTION 59. IV.
IV. I.

From the lxxvi. Psalm of David.

1 THE Name of our GoD
In Israel is known;

His mansion beloved
Is Sion alone:

There broke he the arrows
The enemy hurl'd,
And honor'd his mountain

Above all the world.

2 The pride of thy foes
Is turn'd to thy praise;
Their fierceness o'er-ruled
Thy providence sways;
Their sin overflowing

Thy power will restrain;
Thy arm on the wicked
New glory will gain.

3 Ye nations, to GOD

Vow homage sincere;
Devote to him gifts,
Love, worship, and fear;
Before him, ye mighty,.
Your spirits repress;
Ye high, and ye humble,
His wonders confess!

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SELECTION 60. C. M.

From the lxxviii. Psalm of David.

1 HEAR, O my people; to my law
Devout attention lend;

Let the instruction of my mouth
Deep in your hearts descend.

2 My tongue shall oracles proclaim
Which ancient times have known;
The truths which our forefathers' care
To us has handed down.

3 We will not hide them from our sons,
Our offspring shall be taught
The praises of the LORD, whose strength
Has works of wonder wrought.

4 For Jacob he his law ordain'd,
His league with Israel made;
With charge to be from age to age,
From race to race convey'd;

5 That generations yet to come
Should to their unborn heirs
Religiously transmit the same,
And they again to theirs.

6 To teach them that in God alone
Their hope securely stands;
That they should ne'er his works forget,
But keep his just commands.

SELECTION 61. L. M.

From the lxxx. Psalm of David.

1 O THOU whom heavenly hosts obey,
How long shall thy fierce anger burn?
How long thy suffering people pray,
And to their prayers have no return?
2 Thou brought'st a vine from Egypt's land;
And, casting out the heathen race,
Didst plant it with thine own right hand,
And firmly fix it in their place.

3 Before it thou prepared'st the way,
And mad'st it take a lasting root;
Which, bless'd with thy indulgent ray,
O'er all the land did widely shoot.

4 The hills were cover'd with its shade, Its goodly boughs did cedars seem; Its branches to the sea were spread, And reach'd to proud Euphrates' stream. 5 To thee, O GOD of hosts, we pray,

Thy wonted goodness, LORD, renew; From heaven, thy throne, this vine survey, And her sad state with pity view. 6 Behold the vineyard made by thee,

Which thy right hand did guard so long And keep that branch from danger free, Which for thyself thou mad'st so strong. 7 Do thou convert us, LORD, do thou The lustre of thy face display; And all the ills we suffer now, Like scatter'd clouds, shall pass away.

SELECTION 62. C. M.

From the lxxxi. Psalm of David.

1 TO GOD, our never-failing strength,
With loud applauses sing:

And jointly make a cheerful noise
To Jacob's awful King.

2 Compose a hymn of praise, and touch
Your instruments of joy;
Let psalteries and tuneful harps
Your grateful skill employ.

3 Let trumpets at the festival
Their joyful voices raise,
To celebrate th' appointed time,
The solemn day of praise.

4 For this a statute was of old,
Which Jacob's God decreed
To be with pious care observed,
By Israel's chosen seed.

SELECTION 63. C. M.

From the lxxxiv. Psalm of David.

1 O GOD of hosts, the mighty LORD,

How lovely is the place,

Where thou enthroned in glory, show'st
The brightness of thy face!

2 My longing soul faints with desire
To view thy blest abode;

My panting heart and flesh cry out
For thee, the living God.

3 The birds, more happy far than I,
Around thy temple throng;
Securely there they build, and there
Securely hatch their
young.

4 O LORD of hosts, my King and GOD,
How highly bless'd are they,
Who in thy temple always dwell,
And there thy praise display!

5 Thrice happy they, whose choice has thee
Their sure protection made,

Who long to tread the sacred ways
That to thy dwelling lead!

6 Who pass through parch'd and thirsty vales, Yet no refreshment want;

Their pools are fill'd with rain, which thou
At their request dost grant.

7 Thus they proceed from strength to strength,
And still approach more near;
Till all on Sion's holy mount

Before their GoD appear.

8 Within thy courts one single day
"Tis better to attend,

Than, LORD, in any other place
A thousand days to spend.

9 Much rather in GoD's house will I
The meanest office take,
Than in the wealthy tents of sin
My pompous dwelling make.

10 For God, who is our sun and shield,
Will grace and glory give;

And no good thing will he withhold
From them that justly live.

11 Thou, GOD, whom heavenly hosts obey,
How highly bless'd is he,

Whose hope and trust, securely placed,
Are still reposed on thee.

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