All Sion's sons be joyful in their king.
In solemn dance with timbrel and with harp
Let them extol his praise, for his delight
Is in his saints; he saves the meek in heart.
Let them rejoice aloud upon their beds;
Jehovah's praises be in ev'ry mouth,
In ev'ry hand a two-edg'd sword prepar'd
To be aveng'd of all the heathen host,
To bind their kings with chains, their mighty men With iron fetters, and to execute
The judgement due; such honour have his saints.
GOD in his sanctuary praise, O praise
Him in the firmament of his great pow'r.
Praise him for all his mighty, noble arts;
To his surpassing greatness give due praise.
Sound in his name the trumpet, and with harp
And lute adapted make a joyful sound,
Praise him with cymbals; on the strings and pipe,
With loud, high-sounding cymbals praise ye him. .
Let ev'ry creature breathing praise the Lord.
ON THE OMNIPOTENCE OF GOD.
THY acts, great God, heav'n's lofty seat
With awful wonder shall repeat;
Thee, Lord, heav'n's hosts their ruler own ;
Thee might unbounded, thee alone
With endless majesty has crown'd,
And faith unsullied vests thee round.
By thee this orb to being rose,
And all that nature's bounds inclose.
That orb amid the wat'ry waste
Thy hands, blest architect, have plac'd,
And bid th' unfathomable deep
Beneath its firm foundations sleep;
Or when fierce tempests swell its tide,
"T is thine the tempest's rage to guide.
The heav'n above, and earth below,
Thee, Lord, their great possessor know;
Strong is thy arm; thy steadfast will
Thy hands with sure effect fulfil.
ON THE OMNISCIENCE OF GOD.
WIDE o'er the sons of earth his eye
The Pow'r Eternal from on high
Extends, (that pow'r whose hand with art
Mysterious forms the human heart),
Through life's wild maze their steps pursues,
Each act, each thought attentive views.
Darkness, great God, to thee there's none;
Darkness and light to thee are one;
Not brighter shines to thee display'd
The noon, than night's obscurest shade.
Searcher of hearts, my thoughts review
With kind severity pursue
Through each disguise thy servant's mind,
Nor leave one stain of guilt behind.
Guide through th' eternal path my feet,
And bring me to thy blissful seat.
ÆTERNE rerum conditor et parens,
Cui cœla, tellus, æquora serviunt,
Immane quantùm dignitate
In populos dominaris omnes!
Convexa cœli cùm laquearia,
Dextræ potentis mirificum decus,
Admiror, intentusque lustro
Sidera, noctivagamque lunam :
Submissus inquam, Quantulus est homo,
Quem sempiternâ munificentiâ
Dignaris ex alto intueri,
Non secus ac pueros parentes!
Parùm minorem, tu Deus, angelis
Illum ordinasti cœlicolis, novo
Honore prælatum universis
Gentibus imperitare mundi.
Boves, et arvis innumeri greges, Feræque silvis, ac volucrum genus, Pisces pererrantes profundum, Terricolam dominum fatentur.
Æterne rerum conditor et parens,
Cui cœla, tellus, æquora serviunt,
Immane quantùm dignitate
In populos dominaris omnes!
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