6 My God hath sav’d my soul from death,
And dry’d my failing tears;
Now to his praise I’ll spend my breath,
And my remaining years.

Psalm 116:2. 12 &c.  Second Part.  Vows made in trouble paid in the church; or, Public thanks for private deliverance.

1 What shall I render to my God
For all his kindness shown? 
My feet shall visit thine abode,
My songs address thy throne.

2 Among the saints that fill thine house,
My offerings shall be paid;
There shall my zeal perform the vows
My soul in anguish made.

3 How much is mercy thy delight,
Thou ever blessed God! 
How dear thy servants in thy sight! 
How precious is their blood!

4 How happy all thy servants are! 
How great thy grace to me! 
My life which thou hast made thy care,
Lord, I devote to thee.

5 Now I am thine, for ever thine,
Nor shall my purpose move;
Thy hand hath loos’d my bonds of pain,
And bound me with thy love.

6 Here in thy courts I leave my vow,
And thy rich grace record;
Witness, ye saints, who hear me now,
If I forsake the Lord.

Psalm 117:1.  C. M.
Praise to God from all nations.

1 O all ye nations, praise the Lord,
Each with a different tongue;
In every language learn his word,
And let his Name be sung.

2 His mercy reigns thro’ every land;
Proclaim his grace abroad;
For ever firm his truth shall stand,
Praise ye the faithful God.

Psalm 117:2.  L. M.

1 From all that dwell below the skies,
Let the Creator’s praise arise! 
Let the Redeemer’s name be sung
Thro’ every land, by every tongue.

2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord; Eternal truth attends thy word:  Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more.

Psalm 117:3.  S. M.

1 Thy Name, almighty Lord, Shall sound thro’ distant lands; Great is thy grace, and sure thy word, Thy truth for ever stands.

2 Far be thine honour spread,
And long thy praise endure,
Till morning light and evening shade
Shall be exchang’d no more.

Psalm 118:1. 6-15.  First Part. 
Deliverance from a tumult.

1 The Lord appears my helper now,
Nor is my faith afraid
What all the sons of earth can do,
Since heaven affords its aid.

2 ’Tis safer, Lord, to hope in thee,
And have my God my friend,
Than trust in men of high degree,
And on their truth depend.

3 Like bees my foes beset me round,
A large and angry swarm;
But I shall all their rage confound
By thine almighty arm.

4 ‘Tis thro’ the Lord my heart is strong,
In him my lips rejoice;
While his salvation is my song,
How cheerful is my voice!

5 Like angry bees they girt me round;
When God appears they fly: 
So burning thorns, with crackling sound,
Make a fierce blaze and die.