He gives the hungry needful food, 5 By Him the blind receive their sight, With kind regard and tender love He for the righteous cares. 6 The strangers He preserves from harm, The orphan kindly treats, Defends the widow, and the wiles Of all their foes defeats. 7 How holy is the LORD! how just, 8 The LORD thy God, O Sion lives, PSALM 147 (S. M.) The Psalmist praises Jehovah for his mercies, his providence, his protection of the Church, and the glorious privilege of the divine word and ordi nances. 1 PRAISE ye, oh praise the LORD, To Him all praise be giv'n; 'Tis good his mercies to record, Delightful theme of heav'n! 2 Zion, His grace declare; 3 He for the contrite feels, He makes the wounded whole; Med'cine He gives, binds up and heals The sorrows of the soul. 4 All heav'n His pow'r proclaims; 5 His majesty adore; How glorious is His might! Great is the LORD; great is His pow'r; 6 Sing praises to the LORD, Who spreads the clouds on high; 7 How lovely in His sight Are those who fear His name! 8 Zion, God is thy guard, Thy children He will bless; Thy wants supply, thy works reward, 9 He gives His sacred word, HALLELUJAH! PSALM 147. II. Metre. (L.M.) 1 PRAISE ye the LORD: 'tis good to raise His nature and His works invite 2 He form'd the stars, those heav'nly flames; 3 Great is our LORD, and great His might; He crowns the meek, rewards the just, 4 Sing to the LORD, exalt Him high, 5 He makes the grass the hills adorn; 6 But saints are lovely in His sight, PSALM 148. (Old 104.) The Psalmist exhorts the whole creation to unite in one grand chorus of praise and thanksgiving, the angelic hosts, the material heavens, the earth with all its inhabitants and productions, mankind of every age, and the Church of God, are invited to the universal harmony. PRAISE ye the LORD. Praise Him in the height; [light; Praise Him, sun and moon; praise Him, stars and Ye armies of heaven, ye angels above, He spake-ye were form'd: adore ye his love. 2 All creatures on earth, fulfil ye His word; He gave you your birth, His praises record; Ye storms, winds, and oceans, in chorus combine; Fire, hail, snow, and vapours; the theme is divine. 3 Ye mountains and hills, JEHOVAH adore ; Trees, laden with fruit, praise Him evermore; Kings, princes, and people, His wonderful name Excels earth and heav'n, in glory supreme. 4 Let youth and old age His mercies record, AMEN. PSALM 148. II. Metre. 1 PRAISE ye the LORD, immortal choir, Fraise Him, who form'd you of His fire, Or veil in shades your thousand eyes 2 Thunder and hail, and fire and storms, Let wave to wave resound His praise, 3 Wave your tall heads, ye lofty pines, Sweet clusters bend the fruitful vines Thus while the meaner creatures sing, (C. M.) |