Part 41 (1/2)

3 Enter his gates with songs of joy, With praises to his courts repair, And make it your divine employ To pay your thanks and honours there.

4 The Lord is good, the Lord is kind; Great is his grace, his mercy sure; And the whole race of man shall find His truth from age to age endure.

Psalm 100:2. 2d M. A Paraphrase.

1 Sing to the Lord with joyful voice; Let every land his name adore; The British isles shall send the noise Across the ocean to the sh.o.r.e.

2 Nations, attend before his throne With solemn fear, with sacred joy; Know that the Lord is G.o.d alone; He can create, and he destroy.

3 His sovereign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and form'd us men; And when like wandering sheep we stray'd, He brought us to his fold again.

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 G.o.d, 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 G.o.d 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 G.o.d my vows; Thy grace and justice, heavenly King, Teach me to rule my house.

2 Now to my tent, O G.o.d, 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.