2 Her dust and ruins that remain
Are precious in our eyes;
Those ruins shall be built again,
And all that dust shall rise.
3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem,
And stand in glory there;
Nations shall bow before His name,
And kings attend with fear.

4 He sits a sovereign on His throne,
With pity in His eyes;

He hears the dying prisoners groan,
And sees their sighs arise.

5 This shall be known when we are dead,
And left on long record;

That ages yet unborn may read,
And trust, and praise the Lord.

138

PSALM CII.

L. M.

WATTS.

1 PARE us, O Lord, aloud we pray,
For let our sun go down at noon;

Thy years are one eternal day,
And must Thy children die so soon?

2 Yet in the midst of death and grief
This thought our sorrow should assuage:
Our Father and our Saviour live;
Christ is the same through every age.

3 "Twas He this earth's foundation laid;
Heaven is the building of His hand;
This earth grows old, these heavens shall
fade,

And all be chang'd at His command.

4 The starry curtains of the sky,

Like garments shall be laid aside;

But still Thy throne stands firm on high,
Thy church for ever must abide.

139

PSALM CIII.

8. M.

WATTS.

1

Lord,

soul;

2

Let all within me join,

And aid my tongue to bless His name
Whose favours are divine.

O bless the Lord, my soul,
Nor let His mercies lie
Forgotten in unthankfulness,
And without praises die.

3

"Tis He forgives thy sins,
"Tis He relieves thy pain,

4

"Tis He that heals thy sicknesses,

And makes thee young again.

He crowns thy life with love,

When ransom'd from the grave: He that redeem'd my soul from hell Hath sovereign power to save.

5 He fills the poor with good, He gives the sufferers rest;

The Lord hath judgments for the proud, And justice for th' oppress'd.

6

His wondrous works and ways

He made by Moses known;

But sent the world His truth and grace
By His beloved Son.

140

PSALM CIII.

S. M.

WATTS.

1 M whose mercies are so great,

soul, repeat His praise,

Whose anger is so slow to rise,
So ready to abate.

2 God will not always chide;
And when His strokes are felt,
His strokes are fewer than our crimes,
And lighter than our guilt.

3

4

5

6

High as the heavens are rais'd
Above the ground we tread,
So far the riches of His grace
Our highest thoughts exceed.
His power subdues our sins,
And His forgiving love,
Far as the east is from the west,
Doth all our guilt remove.

The pity of the Lord

To those that fear His name,
Is such as tender parents feel;
He knows our feeble frame.

He knows we are but dust,
Scatter'd with every breath;
His anger, like a rising wind,
Can send us swift to death.

7 Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flower;

8

If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field,
It withers in an hour.

But Thy compassions, Lord,

To endless years endure:

And children's children ever find

Thy words of promise sure,

141

1

PSALM CIII. L.M.

WATTS.

Ball' home thy thoughts that rove

LESS, O my soul, the living God,

abroad;

Let all the powers within me join
In work and worship so divine.

2 Bless, O my soul, the God of grace;
His favours claim thy highest praise:
Why should the wonders He hath wrought
Be lost in silence and forgot?

3 'Tis He, my soul, who sent His Son,
To die for crimes which thou hast done;
He owns the ransom, and forgives
The hourly follies of our lives.

4 His power He shew'd by Moses' hands,
And gave to Israel His commands;
But sent His truth and mercy down
To all the nations by His Son.

5 Let the whole earth His power confess,
Let the whole earth adore His grace;
The Gentile with the Jew shall join
In work and worship so divine.

142

PSALM CIII.

8.7.4.

LYTE.

1 PRAISE, my soul, the King of heaven,

His feet thy tribute bring:

Ransom'd, heal'd, restor'd, forgiven,
Who like thee His praise should sing?
Praise Him, praise Him,

Praise the everlasting King.

2 Praise Him for His grace and favour
To our fathers in distress;
Praise Him, still the same for ever,
Slow to chide, and swift to bless.
Praise Him, praise Him,

Glorious in His faithfulness,

3 Fatherlike He tends and spares us;
Well our feeble frame He knows;
In His hands He gently bears us,
Rescues us from all our foes.
Praise Him, praise Him,

Widely as His mercy flows.

4 Angels, help us to adore Him; Ye behold Him face to face;

All His works bow down before Him, Through the boundless realms of space, Praise Him, praise Him,

Praise with us the God of grace.

143

1

PSALM CIV. L. M.

WATTS.

M when cloth'd in His celestial rays,

Y soul, thy great Creator praise:

He in full majesty appears,

And, like a robe, His glory wears.

2 The heavens are for His curtain spread,
The unfathom'd deep He makes His bed,
Clouds are His chariot when He flies
On winged storms across the skies.

3 Vast are Thy works, Almighty Lord;
All nature rests upon Thy word,

And the whole race of creatures stands
Waiting their portion from Thy hands.

4 In Thee my hopes and wishes meet,
And make my meditations sweet:
Thy praises shall my breath employ,
Till it expire in endless joy.

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1

PSALM CIV. 104th M. GRANT.

WORSHIP the King
All glorious above!

O gratefully sing

His power and His love! Our Shield and Defender, The Ancient of Days, Pavilion'd in splendour, And girded with praise.

H