Psalm 65

I Praise, O God, attends on Thee
Which tongue cannot express,
SiotHs sons Thy majesty
Extol, and never cease:
They to Thee their vows shall pay,
Render what Thou dost impart.
Humbly on Thine altar lay
A thankful, loving heart.

I All Thy church of creatures new
Thy glory shall declare,
O Thou faithful God and true,
Thou God that hearest prayer
Thee the nations yet unborn
True and faithful shall proclaim,
Every soul to Thee shall turn
And bless the Saviour's name. j

O how great my trespasses!
I faint beneath their power;
But where sin doth most increase,;
Thy grace increases more:
But we may acceptance find I
Who the gospel-call obey,
All the sins of all mankind,
Thy blood shall purge away.

Bless'd, supremely bless'd is he,
The vessel of Thy grace,
Drawn, and call'd, and chose by Thee
To see Thy lovely face,
Ever in Thy courts to dwell:
Who that happy portion prove
Heaven begun on earth we feel.
The heaven of Jesu's love.

Thou in truth and righteousness
Shalt make Thy Godhead known,
Vindicate the ransom'd race,
And send Thy Spirit down;
Thou Thy dreadful power shalt show,
Seal the inbred-tyrant's doom.
Root and branch destroy Thy foe.
And all our sins consume.

God of our salvation, Thee
Our hearts shall then proclaim,
All who plough the wide-spread sea
Shall love the slaughter'd Lamb,
Trust in Thine atoning blood;
All the ends of earth shall call
Thee their Saviour and their God,
Their God that died for all.

Girded with almighty power
He sets the mountains fast,
Chides the billows when they roar,
And calms the furious blast;
He the lawless crowd controls.
Tames their wild tumultuous will.
Quells the rage of stormy souls,
And bids the sea " Be still."

Mortals shall revere Thy voice
In earth's remotest bounds,
Trembling while Thy thunder's noise
From i)ole to pole resounds;
Mortals shall Thy tokens see,
Thou who bidd'st the planets shine,
Mom and eve proceed from Thee,
And praise their Source Divine.

Full of providential love,
Thou dost Thy sons sustain.
Send Thy blessings from above
In earth-enriching rain,
From Thy river in the skies
Streams through airy channels tl(.) v,
Bid the springing corn arise.
And cheer the world below.

Kindly do the showers distil,
Taught by the art of God;
All the settled furrows fill,
And soften every clod;
Thou the acceptable year
Dost with smiling plenty crown.
Clouds the treasured fatness bear,
And drop in blessings down.

Springs the water'd wilderness
Into a fruitful field,
Earth her hundred-fold increase
Doth at Thy bidding yield;
Hills and vales with praises ring,
Joy ascends to heaven above,
Laugh the harvesters, and sing
The bounteous God of love.