2 The thick-descending flakes of snow
O'er earth a fleecy mantle throw;
And glitt'ring frost o'er all the plains
Binds nature fast in icy chains.

3 He speaks the ice and snow obey,
And nature's fetters melt away;
Softly the vernal breezes blow,
And murmuring waters freely flow.

4 But nobler works his grace record;
To Israel he reveals his word;
To them, his chosen flock, alone,
He makes his sacred precepts known.

5 Such bliss no heathen nation shares,
His oracles are only theirs:

Let Israel then their voices raise,
And bless their God in songs of praise.

YE

SELECTION 122. II. 4.

From the cxlviii. Psalm of David.

E boundless realms of joy,
Exalt your Maker's fame;
His praise your song employ
Above the starry frame :
Your voices raise,

Ye Cherubim

And Seraphim,

To sing his praise.

2 Thou moon, that rul'st the night,
And sun, that guid'st the day,
Ye glittering stars of light,
To him your homage pay:
His praise declare,

Ye heavens above,
And clouds that move
In liquid air.

3 Let them adore the Lord,

And praise his holy Name,
By whose almighty word
They all from nothing came;

And all shall last
From changes free;
His firm decree

Stands ever fast.

4 Let earth her tribute pay:

Praise him, ye dreadful whales,
And fish that through the sea
Glide swift with glittering scales
Fire, hail, and snow,

And misty air,

And winds that where

5 By hills, and mountains, all
In grateful concert join'd;
By cedars stately tall,

And trees for fruit design'd;
By every beast,
And creeping thing,
And fowl of wing,

His Name be blest.

6 Let all of highest birth,

With those of humbler name,
And judges of the earth,

His matchless praise proclaim:
In this design,

Let youths with maids,
And hoary heads
With children, join.

7 United zeal be shown

His wondrous fame to raise,
Whose glorious Name alone
Deserves our endless praise;
Earth's utmost ends

His power obey;

His glorious sway
The sky transcends.

8 His chosen saints to grace,

He sets them up on high;

And favors Israel's race,
Who still to him are nigh:

O therefore raise
Your grateful voice,
And still rejoice

The Lord to praise!

SELECTION 123. IV. 1.

From the cxlix. Psalm of David.

PRAISE ye the Lord,
Prepare your glad voice,
His praise in the great
Assembly to sing:
In their great Creator
Let Israel rejoice;
And children of Sion

Be glad in their King.

2 Let them his great Name
Extol in their songs,
With hearts well attuned
His praises express;
Who always takes pleasure
To hear their glad tongues,
And waits with salvation
The humble to bless.

3 With glory adorn'd,
His people shall sing
To God, who their heads
With safety doth shield
Such honor and triumph
His favor shall bring:
O therefore, for ever
All praise to him yield!

SELECTION 124. L. M.

From the cl. Psalm of David.

OPRAISE the Lord in that blest place, From whence his goodness largely flows; Praise him in heaven where he his face, Unveil'd, in perfect glory shows.

2 Praise him for all the mighty acts Which he in our behalf has done;

His kindness this return exacts,
With which our praise should equal run

3 Let the shrill trumpet's warlike voice

Make rocks and hills his praise rebound, Praise him with harp's melodious noise, And gentle psaltery's silver sound.

4 Let them who joyful hymns compose,
To cymbals set their songs of praise;
To well-tuned cymbals, and to those
That loudly sound on solemn days.

5 Let all that vital breath enjoy,

The breath he does to them afford,
In just returns of praise employ:
Let every creature praise the Lord!

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ACCORDING to thy promised grace

Adored for ever be the Lord

Approach, ye children of the Lord

As pants the hart for cooling streams

As pants the wearied hart for cooling springs
Attend, my people; Israel, hear

He's blest whose sins have pardon gain'd
He that has God his guardian made
How bless'd are they who always keep
How blest is he who ne'er consents
How good and pleasant must it be
How long wilt thou forget me, Lord
How manifold thy works, O Lord