4 From earth's vast and hollow womb,
Music's deepest base may come ;
Seas and floods, from shore to shore,
Shall their counter-tenors roar :
To this concert, when we sing,
Whistling winds your descants bring;
That our song may over-climb
All the bounds of place and time,
And ascend, from sphere to sphere,
To the great Almighty's ear.

5 So from heaven on earth He shall
Let His gracious blessings fall;
And this huge wide orb we see
Shall one choir, one temple be;
Where in such a praiseful tone
We will sing what He hath done,
That the cursed fiends below
Shall thereat impatient grow:

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Then, O come, in pious lays

Sound we God Almighty's praise! Amen.

339.

G. Wither.

HARK, my soul, how every thing

Strives to serve our bounteous King;
Each a double tribute pays,

Sings its part, and then obeys.

Nature's chief and sweetest quire
Him with cheerful notes admire ;
Chanting every day their lauds,
While the grove their song applauds.

3 Though their voices lower be,
Streams have too their melody;
Night and day they warbling run,
Never pause, but still sing on.

4 All the flowers that gild the spring
Hither their still music bring;

If heaven bless them, thankful they
Smell more sweet and look more gay.

5 (Only we can scarce afford

This short office to our Lord;
We, on whom His bounty flows,
All things gives and nothing owes.)

6 Wake, for shame, my sluggish heart,
Wake, and gladly say thy part;
Learn of birds, and springs, and flowers,
How to use thy nobler powers.

7 Call whole nature to thine aid,

Since 'twas He whole nature made';

Join in one eternal song,

Who to one God all belong.

8 Live for ever, glorious Lord!
Live, by all Thy works adored!
One in Three, and Three in One,
Thrice we bow to Thee alone!

X

F. Austin.

340.

Psalm C.

I ALL people that on earth do dwell,

2

3

Sing to the Lord with cheerful voice;
Him serve with fear, His praise forth tell,
Come ye before Him and rejoice.

The Lord, ye know, is God indeed;
Without our aid He did us make :
We are His flock, He doth us feed,
And for His sheep He doth us take.
O enter then His gates with praise,
Approach with joy His courts unto ;
Praise, laud, and bless His Name always,
For it is seemly so to do.

4 For why? the Lord our God is good,
His mercy is for ever sure;
His Truth at all times firmly stood,
And shall from age to age endure.

5 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

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The God whom heaven and earth ad
From men and from the angel-host
Be praise and glory evermore. Amen.
Old Version.

341.

Psalm CIII.

PRAISE, my soul, the King of heaven;
To His feet thy tribute bring;

Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven,
Who like thee His praise shall sing?

Praise Him! praise Him!
Praise the everlasting King!

2 Praise Him for His grace and favour,
To our fathers in distress;

Praise Him, still the same for ever,
Slow to chide, and swift to bless;
Praise Him! praise Him!
Glorious in His faithfulness!

3 Father-like He tends and spares us;
Well our feeble frame He knows ;
In His hands He gently bears us,
Rescues us from all our foes:
Praise Him! praise Him!
Widely as His mercy flows!

4 Angels, help us to adore Him,
Ye behold him face to face;

Sun and moon, bow down before Him;
Dwellers all in time and space,

Praise Him! praise Him!

Praise with us the God of grace! Amen.

H. F. Lyte.

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342.

Psalm CXVII.

all that dwell below the skies

Let the Creator's praise arise;

Let the Redeemer's Name be sung
Through every land, by every tongue!

2

Eternal are Thy mercies, Lord!
Eternal truth attends Thy word;

Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise and set no more. Amen.
I. Watts.

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343.

Psalm CXLVIII.

PRAISE the Lord of heaven, praise Him in the height,

Praise Him, all ye angels, praise Him, stars and

light;

Praise Him, skies, and waters which above the

skies,

When His word commanded, 'stablished did arise.

Praise the Lord, ye fountains of the deeps, and

seas,

Rocks and hills and mountains, cedars and all

trees;

Praise Him, clouds and vapours, snow, and hail, and fire,

Stormy wind, fulfilling only His desire.

3 Praise Him, fowls and cattle, princes and all kings,

Praise Him, men and maidens, all created things;

For the Name of God is excellent alone,

Over earth His footstool, over heaven His

throne. Amen.

T. B. Browne.