You that are of princely birth,
Praise the Lord of heav'n and earth;
Glory give, His pow'r proclaim,
Magnify and praise His name.
Worship; in the beauty bless,
Beauty of His holiness.
From a dark and show'ring cloud,
On the floods that roar aloud,
Hark! His voice with terror breaks:
God, our God in thunder speaks.
Pow'rful is His voice on high,
Full of pow'r and majesty:
Lofty cedars overthrown,
Cedars of steep Lebanon,
Calf-like skipping on the ground;
Lebanon and Sirion bound,
Like a youthful unicorn.

My God, my Rock, regard my cry,
Lest I unheard, like those that die,
In shades of dark oblivion lie.

To my ascending grief give ear,
When I my hands devoutly rear
Before Thy mercy-seat with fear.

With wicked men mix not my fate,
Nor drag me with the reprobate,
Who speak of peace, but foster hate.

Such as their works, their dire intent,
And practices to circumvent;
Such be their dreadful punishment.

Since they will not Thy choice renown,
But hate whom Thou intend'st to crown;
O build not up, but pull them down.

Part I.

G OD is my Saviour, my clear Light;
Who then can my repose affright?
Or what appear
Worth such a fear,
My life protected by His might?
Vain hatred, vain their pow'r,
That would my life devour.

These fell, when they against me fought.
The wicked suffer'd what they sought.
Though troops of foes
At once enclose,
Of fear I would not lodge a thought:
Should armies compass me,
So confident in Thee.

LORD , judge my cause: Thy piercing eye

Beholds my soul's integrity.
How can I fall:
When I, and all
My hopes on Thee rely?
Examine, try my reins and heart;
Thou, mercy's source, my object art;
Nor from Thy truth
Have I in youth,
Or will in age depart.

Men sold to sin offend my sight,
I hate the two-tongued hypocrite;
Those who devise
Malicious lies,
And in their crimes delight.

Part I.

O N Thee with confidence I call,
To Thee my troubled soul erect;
Lord, let not shame my look deject,
Nor malice triumph in my fall.
Thy servants save; but those confound,
Who innocence with slander wound.

In Thy disclosed paths direct;
Thy truth, that leading star display,
O my Redeemer! ev'ry day
My dangers Thy relief expect.

The round and many-peopled earth,
What from her womb extract their birth,
And whom her foodful breast sustains,
Are His, Who high in glory reigns,
The land in moving seas hath plac'd,
By ever-toiling floods embrac'd.
Who shall upon His mountain rest?
Who in His sanctuary feast?
Ev'n he whose hands are innocent;
His heart unsoil'd with foul intent;
Whom swoln ambition, avarice,
Nor tempting pleasures can entice;
Who only their infection fears;
And never fraudulently swears,
The Lord his Saviour him shall bless,

Part I.

My God! O why hast Thou forsook,
Why, O so far withdrawn Thine aid,
Nor when I roared pity took?
My God, by day to Thee I pray'd,
And when night's curtains were display'd;
Yet wouldst not Thou vouchsafe a look.

Yet Thou art holy, thron'd on high,
The Israelites Thy praise resound;
Our fathers did on Thee rely,
Their faith with wreaths of conquest crown'd:
They sought, and Thy deliv'rance found;

Lord , in Thy salvation,
In the strength which Thou hast shown,
Greatly shall the king rejoice.
How will joy exalt his voice!
Thou hast granted his request;
Of his heart's desire possess'd;
Blest with blessings manifold;
Crown'd with sparkling gems and gold.
Pray'd-for life Thou granted hast;
Length of days which never waste;
By Thy safeguard glorious made;
With high majesty array'd:
Of resistless pow'r possess'd;
By Thy favours ever bless'd.
Lo! his joys are infinite;
Joy reflected from Thy sight:

The Lord in thy adversity
Regard thy cry;
Great Jacob's God with safety arm,
And shield from harm;
Help from His sanctuary send,
And out of Sion thee defend.

Thy odours, which pure flames consume,
Be His perfume,
May He accept thy sacrifice,
Fir'd from the skies.
For ever thy endeavours bless;
And crown thy counsels with success.

We will of thy deliv'rance sing,
Triumphant king:
Our ensigns in that pray'd-for day
With joy display;
Ev'n in the Name of God. O still
May He thy just desires fulfill!

Part I.

G OD'S glory the vast heav'ns proclaim,
The firmament His mighty frame;
Day unto day and night to night
The wonders of His works recite.
To these nor speech nor words belong,
Yet understood without a tongue.
The globe of earth they compass round,
Through all the world disperse their sound,
There is the sun's pavilion set,
Who from his rosy cabinet,
Like a fresh bridegroom shows his face,
And as a giant runs his race.
He riseth in the dawning east,
And glides obliquely to the west;