Psalm 117:3. S. M

Thy Name, almighty Lord, Shall sound thro' distant lands; Great is thy grace, and sure thy word, Thy truth for ever stands.

Far be thine honour spread, And long thy praise endure, Till morning light and evening shade Shall be exchang'd no more.

Psalm 118:1. 6-15. First Part. Deliverance from a tumult.

The Lord appears my helper now, Nor is my faith afraid What all the sons of earth can do, Since heaven affords its aid.

'Tis safer, Lord, to hope in thee, And have my God my friend, Than trust in men of high degree, And on their truth depend.

Like bees my foes beset me round, A large and angry swarm; But I shall all their rage confound By thine almighty arm.

'Tis thro' the Lord my heart is strong, In him my lips rejoice; While his salvation is my song, How cheerful is my voice!

Like angry bees they girt me round; When God appears they fly: So burning thorns, with crackling sound, Make a fierce blaze and die.

Joy to the saints and peace belongs; The Lord protects their days: Let Israel tune immortal songs To his almighty grace.

Psalm 118:2. 17-21. Second Part. Public praise for deliverance from death.

Lord, thou hast heard thy servant cry, And rescu'd from the grave; Now shall he live: (and none can die If God resolve to save.)

Thy praise, more constant than before, Shall fill his daily breath; Thy hand that hath chastis'd him sore, Defends him still from death.

Open the gates of Zion now, For we shall worship there, The house where all the righteous go Thy mercy to declare.

Among th' assemblies of thy saints Our thankful voice we raise! There we have told thee our complaints, And there we speak thy praise.

Psalm 118:3. 22 23. Third Part. Christ the foundation of his church.

Behold the sure foundation-stone Which God in Zion lays To build our heavenly hopes upon, And his eternal praise.

Chosen of God, to sinners dear, And saints adore the Name, They trust their whole salvation here, Nor shall they suffer shame.

The foolish builders, scribe and priest, Reject it with disdain; Yet on this rock the church shall rest, And envy rage in vain.

What tho' the gates of hell withstood, Yet must this building rise: 'Tis thy own work, almighty God, And wondrous in our eyes.

Psalm 118:4. 24 25 26. Fourth Part. Hosanna; the Lord's day; or, Christ's resurrection and our salvation.

This is the day the Lord hath made, He calls the hours his own; Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad, And praise surround the throne.

To-day he rose and left the dead, And Satan's empire fell; To-day the saints his triumphs spread, And all his wonders tell.

Hosanna to th' anointed King, To David's holy Son: Help us, O Lord; descend and bring Salvation from the throne.

Blest be the Lord, who comes to men With messages of grace; Who comes in God his Father's Name To save our sinful race.

Hosanna in the highest strains The church on earth can raise; The highest heavens, in which he reigns, Shall give him nobler praise.

Psalm 118:5. 22-27. S. M. An hosanna for the Lord's day; or, A new song of salvation by Christ.

See what a living-stone The builders did refuse; Yet God hath built his church thereon In spite of envious Jews.

The scribe and angry priest Reject thine only Son; Yet on this rock shall Zion rest, As the chief corner-stone.

The work, O Lord, is thine, And wondrous in our eyes; This day declares it all divine, This day did Jesus rise.

This is the glorious day That our Redeemer made; Let us rejoice, and sing, and pray, Let all the church be glad.

Hosanna to the King Of David's royal blood: Bless him, ye saints; he comes to bring Salvation from your God.

We bless thine holy word, Which all this grace displays; And offer on thine altar, Lord, Our sacrifice of praise.

Psalm 118:6. 22-27. L. M. An hosanna for the Lord's day; or, A new song of salvation by Christ.

Lo! what a glorious corner-stone The Jewish builders did refuse; But God hath built his church thereon, In spite of envy and the Jews.

Great God, the work is all divine, The joy and wonder of our eyes; This is the day that proves it thine, The day that saw our Saviour rise.

Sinners rejoice, and saints be glad: Hosanna, let his Name be blest: A thousand honours on his head, With peace, and light, and glory, rest.

In God's own name he comes to bring Salvation to our dying race: Let the whole church address their King With hearts of joy, and songs of praise.

Psalm 119. I have collected and disposed the most useful verses of this psalm under eighteen different heads, and formed a divine song upon each of them. But the verses are much transposed to attain some degree of connection.