2 Praise ye the Lord; the Lord is good;
To praise his Name is sweet employ;
Israel he chose of old, and still
His church is his peculiar joy.
3 The Lord himself will judge his saints; He treats his servants as his friends; And when he hears their sore complaints, Repents the sorrows that he sends.
4 Thro’ every age the Lord declares His Name and breaks th’ oppressor’s rod; He gives his suffering servants rest, And will be known th’ almighty God.
6 Bless ye the Lord, who taste his love,
People and priests exalt his Name:
Amongst his saints he ever dwells;
His church is his Jerusalem.
Psalm 135:2. 5-12. Second Part. L. M. The works of creation, providence, redemption of Israel, and destruction of enemies.
1 Great is the Lord, exalted high
Above all powers and every throne;
Whate’er he please in earth or sea,
Or heaven, or hell, his hand hath done.
2 At his command the vapours rise, The lightnings flash, the thunders roar; He pours the rain, he brings the wind, And tempest from his airy store.
3 ’Twas he those dreadful tokens sent, O Egypt thro’ thy stubborn land; When all thy first-born beasts and men Fell dead by his avenging hand.
4 What mighty nations, mighty kings, He slew, and their whole country gave To Israel, whom his hand redeem’d, No more to be proud Pharaoh’s slave!
5 His power the same, the same his grace, That saves us from the hosts of hell; And heaven he gives us to possess, Whence those apostate angels fell.
Psalm 135:3. C. M.
Praise due to God, not to idols.
1 Awake, ye saints; to praise your King,
Your sweetest passions raise,
Your pious pleasure, while you sing,
Increasing with the praise.
2 Great is the Lord; and works unknown
Are his divine employ;
But still his saints are near his throne,
His treasure and his joy.
3 Heaven, earth, and sea, confess his hand;
He bids the vapours rise;
Lightning and storm at his command
Sweep thro’ the sounding skies.
4 All power, that gods or kings have claim’d
Is found with him alone;
But heathen gods should ne’er be nam’d
Where our Jehovah’s known.
5 Which of the stocks or stones they trust
Can give them showers of rain?
In vain they worship glittering dust,
And pray to gold in vain.
6 [Their gods have tongues that cannot talk,
Such as their makers gave:
Their feet were ne’er design’d to walk,
Nor hands have power to save.
7 Blind are their eyes, their ears are deaf,
Nor hear when mortals pray;
Mortals, that wait for their relief,
Are blind, and deaf as they.]
8 O Britain, know thy living God,
Serve him with faith and fear;
He makes thy churches his abode,
And claims thine honours there.
Psalm 136:1. C. M.
God’s wonders of creation, providence, redemption
of Israel, and salvation of his people.


