PSALM CIII.

(Air, Chamont.)

PRAISE FOR RESTORED HEALTH.

I.

PRAISE thou Jehovah, O my soul,

And bless His holy name,

Whose tender mercy makes thee whole, And heals thy trembling frame,

II.

Who pard'neth all thy guilt and sin,
And doth His grace impart,
The unstable mind renews within,
And purifies the heart.

III.

Behold, how far the heavens expand!

So boundless is His love;

So far His kind forgiving hand

Doth all our guilt remove.

IV.

Yea, as a father pitying hears
His children's feeble moan,

Our heavenly Father notes our tears,
And makes our griefs His own.

V.

He knows our frame of feeble clay; Like flow'rs, awhile we bloom, Like flow'rs, how soon we fade away, And fill our transient doom!

VI.

Yet God arrays the tender flow'rs, And gives them fragrant breath; Much more that nurture shall be ours,

Be ours in life and death.

PSALM CIV.

(Air, Wareham.)

PRAISE OF GOD.

I.

PRAISE God, my soul, who cloth'd with light,
And deck'd with majesty and might,
Guides His swift car of clouds combin'd,
And walks upon the winged wind.

II.

At His command the lightnings fly,
And flash athwart the affrighted sky;
The ocean owns His high control,

And trembles whilst His thunders roll.

III.

He sends the streams amongst the hills,
The laughing earth with plenty fills;
On Him all nature waits to sue

The blessing in its season due.

IV.

And shall not man his praises give
To Him in whom we move and live?
Oh! let us all, with one accord,

In solemn chorus bless the Lord.

(Air, University.)

PRAYER FOR THE YOUNG, FOR THE LIGHT OF GOD'S WORD.

I.

WOULD thoughtless youth preserve their way

From all pollution free,

Let them in all their walk display

Obedience, Lord, to Thee.

II.

Let them e'en now Thy word begin
To mark in mem❜ry's store;

So shall it guard their youth from sin,
And cheer, when youth is o'er.

III.

Oh! may that word our counsel be!
And Oh! Thy Spirit give!

That we, who once were blind, may see,
Who once were dead, may live.

IV.

And may we, warn'd of Thee, depart
From all that leads to ill,

And serve Thee with a faithful heart

And undivided will.

PSALM CXXX.

(Air, Cambridge Old.)

PRAYER IN AFFLICTION.

I.

FROM lowest depths of woe
To Thee, my God, I cry ;
Thou, who dost all my sorrows know,
In mercy, Lord, reply.

II.

For mercy, Lord, I sue;

O! shouldst Thou be severe On all the sins that meet Thy view, How must my soul appear!

III.

But Thou hast bid me wait,
And trust Thy promise still,

A suppliant low at mercy's gate,
Till Thou Thy word fulfil.

IV.

There at the dawn of day,

And there at evening's close,

On Thee alone my soul shall stay,

Till Thou shalt heal her woes.