Psalms 104-106

Psalm 104

1 OH worship the King, All glorious above;

Oh gratefully sing His power and His love; Our Shield and Defender, The Ancient of Days, Pavilion'd in splendour, And girded with praise.

2 Oh tell of His might, Oh sing of His grace. Whose robe is the light, Whose canopy, space; Whose chariots of wrath Deep thunder-clouds form; And dark is His path On the wings of the storm.

3 The earth with Its store Of wonders untold, Almighty! Thy power Hath founded of old;

Hath stablish'd it fast By a changeless decree, And round it hath cast, Like a mantle, the sea.

4 Thy bountiful care What tongue can recite?

It breathes in the air, It shines in the light, It streams from the hills, It descends to the plain, And sweetly distils In the dew and the rain.

5 Frail children of dust, And feeble as frail, In Thee do we trust, Nor find Thee to fail;

Thy mercies how tender, How firm to the end, Our Maker, Defender, Redeemer, and Friend!

6 O measureless might!

Ineffable love!

While angels delight To hymn Thee above, The humbler creation, Though feeble their lays, With true adoration Shall lisp to Thy praise.

Sir Robert Grant, 1839.

Psalm 105

1 OH render thanks and bless the Lord;

Invoke His sacred name;

Acquaint the nations with His deeds, His matchless deeds proclaim.

2 Sing to His praise in lofty hymns, His wondrous works rehearse;

Make them the theme of your discourse, And subject of your verse.

3 Rejoice in His Almighty name, Alone to be adored; And let their hearts o'erflow with joy That humbly seek the Lord.

4 Seek ye the Lord, His saving strength Devoutly still implore; And where He's ever present seek His face for evermore.

Tate and Brady, 1696.

Psalm 106 (1 of 2)

1 OH render thanks to God above, The fountain of eternal love; Whose mercy firm through ages past Has stood, and shall for ever last.

2 Who can His mighty deeds express, Not only vast but numberless?

What mortal eloquence can raise His tribute of immortal praise.

3 Extend to me that favour, Lord, Thou to Thy chosen dost afford: When Thou return'st to set them free, Let Thy salvation visit me.

4 Oh may I worthy prove to see Thy saints in full prosperity! That I the joyful choir may join, And count Thy people's triumph mine Tate and Brady, 1696