6 The men that love and fear Thy name LORD, our Lord, how wondrous great The glories of Thy heavenly state 2 When I behold Thy works on high, 3 Lord, what is man, or all his race, That Thou shouldst visit him with grace, 4 That Thine eternal Son should bear 5 Let Him be crown'd with majesty 6 Jesus, our Lord, how wondrous great 8 1 The glories of Thy heavenly state LMIGHTY Ruler of the skies, WATTS. Thro the wide earth Thy name is spread, And Thine eternal glories rise O'er all the heavens Thy hands have made. 2 To Thee the voices of the young And babes, with uninstructed tongue, 9 i PSALM IX. C. M. WATTS. ITH my whole heart I'll raise my song, W Thy wonders to proclaim: Thou, Sovereign Judge of right and wrong, 2 I'll sing Thy majesty and grace: 3 Then shall the Lord a refuge prove To save the people of His love, 4 The men that know Thy name will trust In Thine abundant grace; For Thou dost ne'er forsake the just, 5 Sing praises to the righteous Lord, Who executes His threatening word, PSALM X. GOD, the help of all Thy saints, Our hope in time of ill; C. M. We'll trust Thee, though Thy face be hid, 2 Why should the men of pride and sin 3 Lord, Thou hast seen; arise and save; To Thee our cause we bring; Reign Thou in righteousness and power, 4 All our desires to Thee are known; O first prepare our hearts to pray, 11 1 PSALM XII. HELP, Lord, the godly fail; Help, for the feeble flee; S. M. And double hearts and tongues prevail, 2 But, Lord, to Thee we cry, 3 And we have heard Thy voice; Thy hand the mourner's tear shall dry, As silver seven times tried, Thy words, O Lord, are pure: 12 PSALM XV. L. M. C. WESLEY. HE earth and all her fulness owns Jehovah for her Sovereign Lord; The countless myriads of her sons Rose into being at His word. 2 His word did out of nothing call 3 But who shall quit this low abode, 4 The man whose hands and heart are clean 5 He shall obtain the starry crown, 13 1 PSALM XVI. L. M. WATTS. PRESERVE me, Lord, in time of need; For succour to Thy throne I flee, But have no merits there to plead : My goodness cannot reach to Thee. 2 Oft have my heart and tongue confess'd How empty and how poor I am; My praise can never make Thee bless'd, Nor add new glories to Thy name. 3 When Thou art nigh, my faith is strong; Thine arm is my almighty prop: Be glad, my heart; rejoice, my tongue; 4 My flesh shall Thy first call obey, 5 There streams of endless pleasure flow; And full discoveries of Thy grace, Which we but tasted here below, Spread heavenly joys through all the place. 14 1 PSALM XVII. L. M. WATTS. LORD, I am Thine; but Thou wilt prove 2 What sinners value I resign; Lord, 'tis enough that Thou art mine: 3 This life's a dream, an empty show; 4 O glorious hour! O blest abode ! 5 My flesh shall slumber in the ground 15 PSALM XVIII, C. M. STERNHOLD.* 10 GOD, my strength and fortitude, Of force I must love Thee; Thou art my castle and defence |