That man is truly bless'd who never strays
By false advice, nor walks in sinners' ways;
Nor sits infected with their scornful pride,
Who God contemn, and piety deride;
But wholly fixeth his sincere delight
On heav'nly laws; those studies day and night.
He shall be like a tree that spreads his root
By living streams, producing timely fruit.
His leaf shall never fall; the Lord shall bless
All his endeavours with desir'd success.
Men lost in sin, unlike rewards shall find,
Dispers'd like chaff before the furious wind;

HALLELUJAH .

Praise the Lord, enthron'd on high,
Praise Him in His sanctity.
Praise Him for His mighty deeds,
Praise Him Who in pow'r exceeds.
Praise with trumpets, pierce the skies,
Praise with harps and psalteries.
Praise with timbrels, organs, flutes,
Praise with violins and lutes.
Praise with silver cymbals sing,
Praise on those which loudly ring.
Angels, all of human birth,
Praise the Lord of heav'n and earth.
Hallelujah.

To the God Whom we adore,
Sing a song unsung before.
His immortal praise rehearse,
Where His holy saints converse.
Israel, O thou His choice,
In thy Maker's praise rejoice.
Zion's sons, rejoice and sing
To the honour of your King.
In the dance His praise resound,
Strike the harp, let timbrels sound.
God, in goodness infinite,
In His people takes delight.
God with safety will adorn
Those whom men afflict with scorn.
Let His saints in glory joy,
Sing as in their beds they lie;
Highly praise the Living Lord.

HALLELUJAH .

You who dwell above the skies,
Free from human miseries,
You whom highest Heav'n embow'rs,
Praise the Lord with all your pow'rs.
Angels, your clear voices raise;
Him, you heav'nly armies, praise.
Sun and moon, with borrow'd light,
All you sparkling eyes of night,
Waters hanging in the air,
Heav'n of heav'ns, His praise declare.
His deserved praise record;
His, Who made you by His Word;
Made you evermore to last,
Set your bounds not to be past.
Let the earth His praise resound,

J EHOVAH praise with one consent,
How comely, sweet, how excellent,
To sing our Great Creator's praise!
Whose Hands late-ruin'd Salem raise,
Collecting scatter'd Israel,
That they in their own towns may dwell.
He cures the sorrows of our minds,
Our wounds embalms and softly binds.
He numbers heav'n's bright sparkling flames,
And calls them by their sev'ral names.
Great is our God, and Great in Might;
His knowledge O most infinite!
The humble unto thrones erects,
The insolent to earth dejects.
Present your thanks to our Great King,

HALLELUJAH .

O MY soul, praise thou the Lord,
Whilst thou liv'st His praise record.
Whilst I am, Eternal King,
I will of Thy praises sing.
O no hope in priuces place,
Trust in none of human race,
Who can give no help at all,
Nor prevent his proper fall.
When his parting breath expires,
He again to earth retires.
Ev'n in that uncertain day
All his thoughts with him decay.
Happy he whom God protects,
He on whom His grace reflects.
Happy he who plants his trust
On the Only Good and Just.

Part I.

I STILL will of Thy Glory sing,
Thy Name extoll, my God, my King.
No day shall pass without Thy praise,
Prais'd while the sun his beams displays.
Great is the Lord, Whose praise exceeds:
Inscrutable are all His deeds.
One age shall to another tell
Thy works, which so in pow'r excell.
The beauty of Thy excellence
And oracles intrance my sense.
Men shall Thy dreadful acts relate,
My verse Thy greatness celebrate;
To memory Thy favours bring,
And of Thy noble justice sing.

Part I.

T HE Lord, my Strength, be only prais'd,
The Lord, Who hath my courage rais'd,
In doubtful battle giv'n me might,
And skill how to direct and fight.
My Fautor, Fortress, high-built Tow'r;
My Rock, Redeemer, Shield and Pow'r;
My only Confidence, Who still
Subjects my people to my will.
Lord, what is man, or his frail race,
That Thou should'st such a vapour grace?
Man nothing is but vanity,
A shadow swiftly gliding by.
Great God, stoop from the bending skies,

Part I.

L ORD , to my cries afford an ear,
Th' afflicted hear;
According to Thy equity
And truth reply;
Nor prove severe; for in Thy sight
None living shall be found upright.

The foe my soul besiegeth round,
Strikes to the ground;
In darkness hath enveloped,
Like men long dead;
My mind with sorrow overthrown,
My heart within me stupid grown.

I call to mind those ancient days
Fill'd with Thy praise;
Thy works alone possess my thought,

With sighs and cries to God I pray'd,
To Him my supplication made;
Pour'd out my tears,
My cares and fears;
My wrongs before Him laid.

My fainting spirits almost spent,
He knew the path in which I went.
Yet in my way
Their snares they lay,
With merciless intent.

My eyes I round about me throw,
None see that will th' oppressed know;
No refuge left,
Of hope bereft,
Vain pity none bestow.

Then unto God I cried and said,
Thou art my hope and only aid;
The portion
I build upon,