2 O tell of His might, The deep thunder-clouds form, On the wings of the storm. 3 The earth with its store 4 Thy bountiful care What tongue can recite? In the dew and the rain. 5 Frail children of dust, 6 O measureless Might! I The humbler creation, 145 PSALM CVL. L. M. WATTS. 10 God, the great, the ever bless'd, Let songs of honour be address'd; His mercy firm for ever stands; Give Him the thanks His love demands. 2 Who knows the wonders of Thy ways? Who shall fulfil Thy boundless praise? Bless'd are the souls that fear Thee still, And pay their duty to Thy will. 3 Remember what Thy mercy did For Jacob's race, Thy chosen seed: And with the same salvation bless The meanest suppliant of Thy grace. 4 O may I see Thy tribes rejoice, And aid their triumphs with my voice. This is my glory, Lord, to be Join'd to Thy saints, and near to Thee. 146 1 PSALM CVII. C. M. ADDISON. H How sure is their defence! [OW are Thy servants bless'd, O Lord! Eternal wisdom is their guide, 2 In foreign realms and lands remote, Through burning climes they pass unhurt, 3 When by the whirling tempest borne They know Thou art not slow to hear, 4 E'en then from all their griefs, O Lord! Thy mercy set them free, While in the confidence of prayer 5 The storm is laid, the winds retire, The sea that roars at Thy command, 6 In midst of dangers, fears, and death, We'll praise Thee for Thy mercies past, 147 1 PSALM CVII. L.M. WATTS. IVE thanks to God; He reigns above; [Kind are His thoughts, His name is Love. His mercy ages past have known, And ages long to come shall own. 2 Let the redeemed of the Lord The wonders of His grace record; 3 From age to age exalt His name ; 4 He feeds and clothes us all the way, 5 O let us all with joy record The truth and goodness of the Lord: GOD, my heart is fully bent D. C. M. My tongue, with cheerful songs of praise, Because Thy mercy's boundless height 2 Be Thou, O God, exalted high And let the world with one consent, 149 1 LL heaven was hush'd: our risen Lord A Passed by, where angels stand; And then Jehovah spake the word, 2 "Be Thou the Mediator King, "And wear Thy glory-crown; "Till to Thy naine each haughty thing "In earth and heaven bows down. 3 "Redeeming love Thy strength shall be, "Thy gospel quell Thy foes; "The whole world's fierce malignity, "Shall all in vain oppose." 4 Lord, let Thy day of power be shewn, Eager and valiant-priests each one 5 Countless they shine as dews from heaven 6 And Thou art High-priest over all: 7 On to the victory! who shall stay Bow, earthly kingdoms, to His sway; 8 Jesus, my Priest ! my soul is Thine, 150 1 PSALM CXL. C. M. WATTS. S NONGS of immortal praise belong He has my heart, and He my tongue, 2 How great the works His hand has wrought! How glorious in our sight! And men in every age have sought 3 How most exact is nature's frame ! His counsels never change the scheme 4 When He redeem'd His chosen sons, The orders that His lips pronounce |