All from the sun's uprise,
Unto his setting rays,
Resound in jubilees
The Great Jehovah's praise.
Him serve alone;
In triumph bring
Your gifts, and sing
Before His throne.

Man drew from man his birth,
But God his noble frame
Built of the ruddy earth,
Fill'd with celestial flame.
His sons we are;
Sheep by Him led,
Preserv'd, and fed
With tender care.

O to His portals press
In your divine resorts;
With thanks His pow'r profess,
And praise Him in His court
How good! how pure!

Let our foes with terror quake,
Let the earth's foundations shake;
Now the Lord His reign begins,
Thron'd between the cherubins.
O how great in Sion's tow'rs!
High above all mortal pow'rs.
Great and terrible His Name;
Since so holy, praise the same.
Judgment His great pow'r affects,
Yet by equity directs.
These celestial twins embrace,
These reflect on Jacob's race.
O how Holy! above all
Honour, at His footstool fall.
Moses, Aaron, heretofore
Among those who mitres wore;
Samuel by vow desir'd,

S ing to the King of kings,
Sing in unusual lays,
That hath wrought wondrous things,
His conquest crown with praise:
Whose Arms alone,
And Sacred Hands
Their impious bands
Have overthrown.

He justice brings to light;

O EARTH ! joy in Jehovah's reign;
You num'rous isles, clasp'd by the main.
Him rolling clouds and shades infold;
Judgment and truth His throne uphold.
Who fiery darts before Him throws.
With winged flames consumes His foes.
His light'ning made a day of night,
Earth trembl'd at so fear'd a sight.
The mountains at His Presence sweat,
Like pliant wax dissolv'd with heat,
At His descension from the sky,
Who rules the world's great monarchy.
The heav'ns declare His righteousness,
His glory wond'ring men confess.

Part I.

N EW composed ditties sing
To our Everlasting King;
You, all you of human birth,
Fed and nourish'd by the earth,
Celebrate Jehovah's praise,
Daily His deliv'ries blaze.
His glory let the Gentiles know,
To the world His wonders show.
O how Gracious! O how Great!
Earth His footstool, Heav'n His seat.
To be fear'd and honour'd more
Than those gods whom fools adore;
Idols by their servants made;
But our God the heav'ns display'd.
Honour, beauty, pow'r Divine,

Come sing the Great Jehovah's praise,
Whose mercies have prolong'd our days;
Sing with a joyful voice.
With bending knees, and raised eyes
Adore your God; O sacrifice;
In sacred hymns rejoice.

Great is the God of our defence,
Transcending all in eminence,
His Hand the earth sustains;
The depths, the lofty mountains made,
The land and liquid plains display'd,
And curbs them with His reins.

O come, before His footstool fall,
Our only God, Who form'd us all,
Through storms of danger led.
He is our Shepherd, we His sheep;

P ART I.

Great God of Hosts, revenge our wrong
On those who are in mischief strong.
Upon Thy foes
Inflict our woes,
For vengeance doth to Thee belong.
Judge of the world, prevent
The proud and insolent.

How long shall they the just oppress,
And triumph in their wickedness?
How long supplant?
Ah! how long vaunt,
And glory in their dire success?
Thy saints asunder break,
Insulting o'er the weak!

Who strangers and poor widows kill,

NOW Great Jehovah reigns,

With majesty array'd;
His pow'r all pow'rs restrains,
By men and gods obey'd.
The round earth hung
In liquid air;
Establish'd there
But by His tongue.

Thy throne more old than time,

Part I.

T HOU , Who art enthron'd 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!
When the morning paints the skies,
When the sparkling stars arise,
Thy high favours 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,

Who makes th' Almighty his retreat,
Shall rest beneath His shady Wings,
Free from th' oppression of the great,
The rage of war, or wrath of kings.
Free from the cunning fowler's train,
The tainted air's infectious breath;
His truth in perils shall sustain,
And shield thee from the stroke of death.
No terrors shall thy sleeps affright,
Nor deadly flying arrows slay,
Nor pestilence devour by night,
Or slaughter massacre by day.
A thousand and ten thousand shall
Sink on thy right hand and thy left;