Psalm 111:1.  First Part. 
The wisdom of God in his works.

1 Songs of immortal praise belong
To my almighty God;
He has my heart, and he my tongue
To spread his Name abroad.

2 How great the works his hand has wrought! 
How glorious in our sight! 
And men in every age have sought
His wonders with delight.

3 How most exact is nature’s frame! 
How wise th’ Eternal mind! 
His counsels never change the scheme
That his first thoughts design’d.

4 When he redeem’d his chosen Son,
He fix’d his covenant sure: 
The orders that his lips pronounce
To endless years endure.

5 Nature and time, and earth and skies,
Thy heavenly skill proclaim: 
What shall we do to make us wise,
But learn to read thy Name?

6 To fear thy power, to trust thy grace
Is our divinest skill;
And he’s the wisest of our race,
That best obeys thy will.

Psalm 111:2.  Second Part. 
The perfections of God.

1 Great is the Lord; his works of might
Demand our noblest songs;
Let his assembled saints unite
Their harmony of tongues.

2 Great is the mercy of the Lord,
He gives his children food;
And ever mindful of his word,
He makes his promise good.

3 His Son, the great Redeemer, came
To seal his covenant sure: 
Holy and reverend is his Name,
His ways are just and pure.

4 They that would grow divinely wise
Must with his fear begin;
Our fairest proof of knowledge lies
In hating every sin.

Psalm 112:1.  As the 113th Psalm. 
The blessings of the liberal man.

1 That man is blest who stands in awe
Of God, and loves his sacred law: 
His seed on earth shall be renown’d;
His house the seat of wealth shall be,
An inexhausted treasury,
And with successive honours crown’d.

2 His liberal favours he extends,
To some he gives, to others lends;
A generous pity fills his mind: 
Yet what his charity impairs
He saves by prudence in affairs,
And thus he’s just to all mankind.

3 His hands, while they his alms bestow’d,
His glory’s future harvest sow’d;
The sweet remembrance of the just,
Like a green root, revives and bears
A train of blessings for his heirs,
When dying nature sleeps in dust.

4 Beset with threatening dangers round,
Unmov’d shall he maintain his ground;
His conscience holds his courage up: 
The soul that’s fill’d with virtue’s light,
Shines brightest in affliction’s night,
And sees in darkness beams of hope.

Pause.

5 [Ill tidings never can surprise
His heart that fix’d on God relies,
Tho’ waves and tempests roar around: 
Safe on the rock he sits, and sees
The shipwreck of his enemies,
And all their hope and glory drown’d.

6 The wicked shall his triumph see,
And gnash their teeth in agony
To find their expectations crost: 
They and their envy, pride and spite,
Sink down to everlasting night,
And all their names in darkness lost.]