4 We are his people, we his care,
Our souls and all our mortal frame: 
What lasting honours shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to thy Name!

5 We’ll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heavens our voices raise; And earth with her ten thousand tongues Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.

6 Wide as the world is thy command,
Vast as eternity thy love;
Firm as a rock thy truth must stand
When rolling years shall cease to move.

Psalm 101:1.  L. M.
The Magistrate’s psalm.

1 Mercy and judgment are my song;
And since they both to thee belong,
My gracious God, my righteous King,
To thee my songs and vows I bring.

2 If I am rais’d to bear the sword,
I’ll take my counsels from thy word;
Thy justice and thy heavenly grace
Shall be the pattern of my ways.

3 Let wisdom all my actions guide,
And let my God with me reside;
No wicked thing shall dwell with me,
Which may provoke thy jealousy.

4 No sons of slander, rage and strife
Shall be companions of my life;
The haughty look, the heart of pride
Within my doors shall ne’er abide.

5 [I’ll search the land, and raise the just
To posts of honour, wealth and trust: 
The men that work thy holy will,
Shall be my friends and favourites still.]

6 In vain shall sinners hope to rise
By flattering or malicious lies;
And while the innocent I guard,
The bold offender shan’t be spar’d.

7 The impious crew (that factious band) Shall hide their heads, or quit the land; And all that break the public rest, Where I have power shall be supprest.

Psalm 101:2.  C. M.
A psalm for a master of a family.

1 Of justice and of grace I sing,
And pay my God my vows;
Thy grace and justice, heavenly King,
Teach me to rule my house.

2 Now to my tent, O God, repair,
And make thy servant wise;
I’ll suffer nothing near me there
That shall offend thine eyes.

3 The man that doth his neighbour wrong,
By falsehood or by force;
The scornful eye, the slanderous tongue,
I’ll thrust them from my doors.

4 I’ll seek the faithful and the just
And will their help enjoy;
These are the friends that I shall trust,
The servants I’ll employ.

5 The wretch that deals in sly deceit,
I’ll not endure a night;
The liar’s tongue I ever hate,
And banish from my sight.

6 I’ll purge my family around,
And make the wicked flee;
So shall my house be ever found
A dwelling fit for thee.

Psalm 102:1. 1-13 20 21.  First Part. 
A prayer of the afflicted.

1 Hear me, O God, nor hide thy face,
But answer lest I die;
Hast thou not built a throne of grace
To hear when sinners cry?

2 My days are wasted like the smoke
Dissolving in the air;
My strength is dry’d, my heart is broke,
And sinking in despair.