Psalms 33-34

Psalm 33

1 LET all the just to God with joy Their cheerful voices raise; For well the righteous it becomes To sing glad songs of praise.

2 For faithful is the word of God, His works with truth abound;

He justice loves, and all the earth is with His goodness crown'd.

3 By His almighty word at first The heavenly arch was rear'd; And all the beauteous hosts of light At His command appear'd.

4 Whate'er the Mighty Lord decrees, Shall stand for ever sure; The settled purpose of His heart To ages shall endure.

5 How happy, then, are they to whom The Lord for God is known; Whom He, from all the world besides, Has chosen for His own!

6 Our soul on God with patience waits, Our help and shield is He;

Then, Lord, let still our hearts rejoice, Because we trust in Thee.

7 The riches of Thy mercy, Lord, Do Thou to us extend, Since we, for all we want or wish, On Thee alone depend.

Tate and Brady, 1696.

Psalm 34 (1 of 2)

1 THROUGH all the changing scenes of life, In trouble and in joy, The praises of my God shall still My heart And tongue employ.

2 Of His deliverance I will boast, Till all that are distress'd, From my example comfort take, And charm their griefs to rest.

3 Come magnify the Lord with me; With me exalt His name; When in distress to Him I call'd, He to my rescue came.

4 Oh make but trial of His love;

Experience will decide How blest are they, and only they, Who in His truth confide!

5 Fear Him, ye saints, and you will then Have nothing else to fear;

Make you His service your delight, He'll make your wants His care.

Tate and Brady, 1696.

Psalm 34 (2 of 2)

1 LORD, I will bless Thee all my days, Thy praise shall dwell upon my tongue My soul shall glory in Thy grace, While saints rejoice to hear the song.

2 Come, magnify the Lord with me;

Come, let us all exalt His name:

I sought the eternal God, and He Has not exposed my hope to shame.

3 I told Him all my secret grief, My secret groaning reach'd His ears;

He gave my inward pains relief, And calm'd the tumult of my fears.

4 To Him the poor lift up their eyes, Their faces feel the heavenly shine; A beam of mercy from the skies Fills them with light and joy divine.

5 His holy angels pitch their tents Around the men that serve the Lord;

Oh fear and love Him, all His saints;

Taste of His grace, and trust His word.

Isaac Watts, 1719.