4 How holy is His name! Justice, and truth, and judgment, join 130 1 2 3 4 PSALM XCIX. S. M. WATTS XALT the Lord our God, EXALT And worship at His feet; His nature is all holiness, When Israel was His church, When Moses cried, when Samuel pray'd, Oft He forgave their sins, Nor would destroy their race; And oft He made His vengeance known, When they abus'd His grace. Exalt the Lord our God, Whose grace is still the same; Still He's a God of holiness, And jealous for His name. 131 Go 1 OD the Lord is King-Before Him, He is holy: Blessed only Potentate! 2 God the Lord is King of glory, Holy is His awful name. 3 In old times when dangers darken'd, As they call'd, they found Him near. 4 Laws divine to them were spoken To the dust their hearts were bow'd. 5 But their Father-God forgave them We, too, will His grace implore. 6 God in Christ is all forgiving, Worship at His holy hill. 132 PSALM C. L. M. WATTS S 1 ING to the Lord with joyful voice, 2 Nations, attend before His throne, 3 His sovereign power, without our aid, 4 We are His people, we His care, 5 We'll crowd Thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heaven our voices raise ; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, 6 Wide as the world is Thy command, Firm as a rock Thy truth must stand, 133 1 Y PSALM 0. L. M. WATTS. E nations round the earth, rejoice 2 The Lord is God: 'tis He alone 134 1 WITH one consent let all the earth N. V. W To God their cheerful voices raise; Glad homage pay with pious mirth, 2 Convinc'd that He is God alone, From whom both we and all proceed, 3 O enter, then, His temple gate, Thence to His courts devoutly press, 4 For He's the Lord, supremely good; His truth, which always firmly stood, 135 PSALM C. 1 LL people that on earth do dwell, A voice; Him serve with fear, His praise forth tell 2 The Lord, ye know, is God indeed; 3 O enter, then, His gates with praise, 4 For why? the Lord our God is good, His truth at all times firmly stood, 136 PSALM CII. C. M. WATTS. 1 HEAR me, o, od; nor hide Thy face, But answer, lest I die; Hast Thou not built a throne of grace, 2 My looks like wither'd leaves appear; 3 But Thou for ever art the same, Ages to come shall know Thy name, 4 Thou wilt arise and shew Thy face, Beyond th' appointed hour of grace, 5 He hears His saints, He knows their cry, And by mysterious ways Redeems the prisoners doom'd to die, 137 1 PSALM CII. C. M. WATTS. L' ET Zion and her sons rejoice: Her God hath heard her mourning voice, |