Say: How wonderful Thy deeds!
Lord, Thy power all power exceeds!
Conquest on Thy sword doth sit-
Trembling foes through fear submit.
Let the many-peopled earth,
All of high and humble birth,
Worship our Eternal King-
Hymns unto His honor sing.

Come, and see what God hath wrought-
Terrible to human thought!

He the billows did divide,
Walled with waves on either side,
While we passed safe and dry;
Then our souls were rapt with joy.

Endless His dominion

All beholding from His throne.
Let not those who hate us most,
Let not the rebellious, boast.
Bless the Lord! His praise be sung
While an ear can hear a tongue!
He our feet establisheth;
He our souls redeems from death.

Lord, as silver purified,
Thou hast with affliction tried;
Thou hast driven into the net,
Burdens on our shoulders set.
Trod on by their horses' hooves--
Theirs whom pity never moves-
We through fire, with flames embraced,
We through raging floods have passed;
Yet by Thy conducting hand
Brought into a wealthy land.

I will to Thy house repair,
Worship, and Thy power declare-
Offerings on Thy altar lay,
All my vows devoutly pay,

Uttered with my heart and tongue,
When oppressed with powerful wrong.
Fatlings I will sacrifice;

Incense in perfume shall rise

Bullocks, shaggy goats, and rams
Offered up in sacred flames.

You who great Jehovah fear,

Come, O come, you blest! and hear
What for me the Lord hath wrought,
Then when near to ruin brought.
Fervently to Him I cried;

I His goodness magnified.
If I vices should affect,

Would not He my prayers reject?

Thy sceptre well becomes His hands-
All heaven submits to His commands;
His justice shall avenge the poor,
And pride and rage prevail no more.

With power He vindicates the just,
And treads the oppressor in the dust;
His worship and His fear shall last
Till hours and years, and time, be past.

As rain on meadows newly mown,
So shall He send his influence down;
His grace on fainting souls distils,
Like heavenly dew on thirsty hills.

The heathen lands that lie beneath
The shades of overspreading death,
Revive at His first dawning light,
And deserts blossom at the sight.

The saints shall flourish in His days, Dressed in the robes of joy and praise; Peace, like a river, from His throne, Shall flow to nations yet unknown.

ISAAC WATTS.

When the morning paints the skies,
When the sparkling stars arise,
Thy high favors to rehearse,
Thy firm faith in grateful verse!

Take the lute and violin;
Let the solemn harp begin-
Instruments strung with ten strings-
While the silver cymbal rings.

From Thy works my joy proceeds;

How I triumph in Thy deeds!
Who Thy wonders can express?

All Thy thoughts are fathomless-
Hid from men, in knowledge blind-
Hid from fools, to vice inclined.
Who that tyrant sin obey,

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Though they spring like flowers in May, Parched with heat, and nipped with frost, Soon shall fade, for ever lost.

Lord, thou art most great, most highSuch from all eternity.

Perish shall Thy enemies-
Rebels that against Thee rise.
All who in their sins delight
Shall be scattered by Thy might;
But Thou shalt exalt my horn,
Like a youthful unicorn;
Fresh and fragrant odors shed
On Thy crowned prophet's head.
I shall see my foe's defeat,
Shortly hear of their retreat;
But the just, like palms, shall flourish
Which the plains of Judah nourish-
Like tall cedars mounted on
Cloud-ascending Lebanon.
Plants set in Thy court, below
Spread their roots, and upwards grow;
Fruit in their old age shall bring-
Ever fat and flourishing.

This God's justice celebratesHe, my Rock, injustice hates.

GEORGE SANDYS.

PSALM XCII.

THOU who art enthroned above-
Thou by whom we live and move!
O how sweet, how excellent,
Is 't, with tongue and heart's consent,
Thankful hearts, and joyful tongues,
To renown Thy name in songs—

PSALM C.

WITH One consent let all the earth

To God their cheerful voices raiseGlad homage pay with awful mirth,

And sing before Him songs of praise

Thou heaven of heavens, His vast abode, Ye clouds, proclaim your forming God!

Who called yon worlds from night; "Ye shades, dispel!"-the Eternal said, At once the involving darkness fled, And nature sprung to light.

Whate'er a blooming world contains

That wings the air, that skims the plains,

United praise bestow;

Ye dragons, sound His awful name
To heaven aloud; and roar acclaim,
Ye swelling deeps below!

Let every element rejoice;

Ye thunders, burst with awful voice
To Him who bids you roll;
His praise in softer notes declare,
Each whispering breeze of yielding air,
And breathe it to the soul!

To Him, ye graceful cedars, bow;
Ye towering mountains, bending low,
Your great Creator own!
Tell, when affrighted nature shook,
How Sinai kindled at His look,

And trembled at His frown.

Ye flocks that haunt the humble vale, Ye insects fluttering on the gale,

In mutual concourse rise; Crop the gay rose's vermeil bloom, And waft its spoils, a sweet perfume, In incense to the skies!

Wake, all ye mounting tribes, and singYe plumy warblers of the Spring,

Harinonious anthems raise

To Him who shaped your finer mould, Who tipped your glittering wings with gold,

And tuned your voice to praise !

Let man-by nobler passions swayed-
The feeling heart, the judging head,

In heavenly praise employ;
Spread His tremendous name around,
Till heaven's broad arch rings back the
sound,

The general burst of joy.

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You who dwell above the skies,
Free from human miseries-
You whom highest heaven embowers,
Praise the Lord with all your powers!
Angels, your clear voices raise-
Him your heavenly armies praise;
Sun and moon, with borrowed light;
All you sparkling eyes of night;
Waters hanging in the air;
Heaven of heavens-His praise declare,
His deserved praise record,

His who made you by His word—
Made you evermore to last,
Set you bounds not to be passed!
Let the earth His praise resound;
Monstrous whales, and seas profound;
Vapors, lightnings, hail, and snow;
Storms which, when He bids them, blow;
Flowery hills and mountains high;
Cedars, neighbors to the sky;
Trees that fruit in season yield;
All the cattle of the field;
Savage beasts, all creeping things;
All that cut the air with wings;
You who awful sceptres sway,
You inured to obey-
Princes, judges of the earth,
All of high and humble birth;
Youths and virgins flourishing
In the beauty of your spring;
You who bow with age's weight,
You who were but born of late;