Part 61 (1/2)

2 Happy the country, where the sheep, Cattle, and corn, have large increase; Where men securely work or sleep, Nor sons of plunder break the peace.

3 Happy the nation thus endow'd, But more divinely blest are those On whom the all-sufficient G.o.d Himself with all his grace bestows.

Psalm 145:1. L. M.

The greatness of G.o.d.

1 My G.o.d, my King, thy various praise Shall fill the remnant of my days; Thy grace employ my humble tongue Till death and glory raise the song.

2 The wings of every hour shall bear Some thankful tribute to thine ear; And every setting sun shall see New works of duty done for thee.

3 Thy truth and justice I'll proclaim; Thy bounty flows, an endless stream, Thy mercy swift, thine anger slow, But dreadful to the stubborn foe.

4 Thy works with sovereign glory s.h.i.+ne, And speak thy majesty divine; Let Britain round her sh.o.r.es proclaim The sound and honour of thy Name.

5 Let distant times and nations raise The long succession of thy praise; And unborn ages make my song The joy and labour of their tongue.

6 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds?

Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds!

Vast and unsearchable thy ways!

Vast and immortal be thy praise!

Psalm 145:2. 1-7 11-13. First Part.

The greatness of G.o.d.

1 Long as I live I'll bless thy Name, My King, my G.o.d of love; My work and joy shall be the same In the bright world above.

2 Great is the Lord, his power unknown, And let his praise be great: I'll sing the honours of thy throne, Thy works of grace repeat.

3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue; And while my lips rejoice, The men that hear my sacred song Shall join their cheerful voice.

4 Fathers to Sons shall teach thy Name, And children learn thy ways; Ages to come thy truth proclaim, And nations sound thy praise.

5 Thy glorious deeds of ancient date Shall thro' the world be known; Thine arm of power, thy heavenly state, With public splendor shown.

6 The world is manag'd by thy hands, Thy saints are rul'd by love; And thine eternal kingdom stands, Tho' rocks and hills remove.

Psalm 145:3. 7 &c. Second Part.

The goodness of G.o.d.

1 Sweet is the memory of thy grace, My G.o.d, my heavenly king; Let age to age thy righteousness In sounds of glory sing.

2 G.o.d reigns on high, but not confines His goodness to the skies; Thro' the whole earth his bounty s.h.i.+nes, And every want supplies.

3 With longing eyes thy creatures wait On thee for daily food, Thy liberal hand provides their meat And fills their mouths with good.

4 How kind are thy compa.s.sions, Lord!