Oh! great is Jehovah, and great be his praise; In the city of God he is King:
Proclaim ye his triumphs in ju- bilant lays; On the mount of his ho-li-ness sing.
1083. The Glory and Safety of [Ps. 48. iii. 1084.
1. Oн great is Jehovah, and great be his praise.
In the city of God he is King:
Proclaim ye his triumphs in jubilant lays;
On the mount of his holiness sing.
2. The joy of the earth, from her beautiful height, Is Zion's impregnable hill;
The Lord in her temple still taketh delight,
God reigns in her palaces still.
3. Let the daughters of Judah be glad for thy love, The mountain of Zion rejoice;
For thou wilt establish her seat from above,
Wilt make her the throne of thy choice.
4. Go, walk about Zion, and measure the length,
Her walls and her bulwarks, mark well;
Contemplate her palaces, glorious in strength,
Her towers and her pinnacles tell.
5. Then say to your children,-" Our refuge is tried, This God is our God to the end;
His people forever his counsels shall guide,
His arm shall forever defend."
1. Be joyful in God, all ye lands of the earth. O serve him with gladness and fear; Exult in his presence with music and mirth, With love and devotion draw near.
Jehovah is God-and Jehovah alone,
Creator and Ruler o'er all;
And we are his people, his scepter we own;
His sheep, and we follow his call.
2 O enter his gates with thanksgiving and song, Your vows in his temple proclaim;
His praise with melodious accordance prolong, And bless his adorable name.
For good is the Lord, inexpressibly good,
And we are the work of his hand;
His mercy and truth from eternity stood,
And shall to eternity stand.
O come, let us sing to the Lord, In God our sal va- tion re-joice;
Jehovah is King, and he reigns- The God of all gods, on his throne;
1. THE Lord is my Shepherd, no want shall I know;
I feed in green pastures, safe-folded I rest;
He leadeth my soul where the still waters flow,
Restores me when wandering, redeems when oppressed.
2. Through the valley and shadow of death, though I stray,
Since thou art my Guardian, no evil I fear;
Thy rod shall defend me, thy staff be my stay;
No harm can befall, with my Comforter near.
3. At the voice of the Lord the strong cedars are bowed,
And towers from their base into ruin are hurled;
The voice of the Lord, from the dark-bosomed cloud,
Dissevers the lightning in flames o'er the world.
4. The voice of the Lord, through the calm of the wood,
Awakens its echoes, strikes light through its caves;
The Lord sitteth king on the turbulent flood;
The winds are his servants,-his servants the waves.
5. The Lord is the strength of his people; the Lord
Gives health to his chosen, and peace evermore;
Then throng to his temple, his glory record;
But Oh! when he speaketh-in silence adore.
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1. O THOU who hast died to redeem us from hell,
These signs hast thou left, of thy kindness to tell;
The bread we have broken, the cup we have blessed,
Still speak of thy death, our atonement and priest.
2. While thus, in remembrance, thine anguish we see,
One tie binds our spirits, dear Saviour, to thee;
Thy body was broken to make us thine own,—
All saved from one ruin,-in thee we are one.
8. We drink of the wine, remembering thy blood,
Once shed to redeem all the chosen of God,-
O come the blest day, when to us't will be given,
To drink of it new in the kingdom of heaven.
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