Like tall cedars mounted on
Cloud-ascending Lebanon.

Plants set in thy court, below

Spread their roots, and upwards grow,
Fruit in their old age shall bring,

Ever fat, and flourishing.

This God's justice celebrates;

He, my rock, injustice hates.

SANDYS.

PSALM XCIII.

THE mighty Lord doth reign on high,
And decks himself with majesty;
The Lord doth gird himself with might,
In battle to maintain his right:
Whereby the world doth stand secure,
And doth unmoveably endure.
Thy throne's of equal age with thee,
Who never didst begin to be.

The floods, O Lord, the floods do roar,
Their swelling waves assault the shore,
But whilst the highest Lord doth reign,
The mighty waves do roar in vain.

Thy testimonies firm and sure,
Our faith against all storms secure;
And in thy house, Lord, holiness
Is ever the most comely dress.

FORD.

PSALM XCV.

THE ninety-fifth psalm, repeated always in the morning-service of our Church previous to the psalms of the day, is an irrefragable proof, that the compositions of the Hebrews are not wild and incoherent, when properly understood, but have as much sobriety, taste, and critical consistency, as the most laboured odes of Italy or Greece.-HURDIS.

PSALM XCVI.

A very elegant psalm of the same description, full of spirit and beauty, immediately follows that which we have just considered. Here Israel is

called upon, in a strain of the most ardent rapture, to

sing to his God and declare his wonders among all people.-HURDIS.

PSALM XCVI.

LET all the earth their voices raise,
To sing the choicest psalm of praise,
To sing, and bless Jehovah's name;
His glory let the heathens know,
His wonders to the nations shew,
And all his saving works proclaim.

The heathens know thy glory, Lord;
The wond'ring nations read thy word;
In Britain is Jehovah known:
Our worship shall no more be paid
To gods which mortal hands have made;
Our Maker is our God alone.

He fram'd the globe, he built the sky,
He made the shining worlds on high,
And reigns complete in glory there;
His beams are majesty and light;
His beauties how divinely bright!

His temple how divinely fair!

Come the great day, the glorious hour,
When earth shall feel his saving pow'r,
And barb'rous nations fear his name:
Then shall the race of man confess
The beauty of his holiness,

And in his courts his grace proclaim.

WATTS.

PSALMS XCVI. 10-13; and XCVIII. 7-9.

TELL in high, harmonious strains,
Tell the world, Jehovah reigns!
He, who fram'd this beauteous whole,
He, who fix'd each planet's place;
Who bade unnumber'd orbs to roll,

In destin'd course, through endless space.

Let the glorious heavens rejoice,

The hills exult with grateful voice;

Let ocean tell the echoing shore,

And the hoarse waves with humble voice adore!

Let the verdant plains be glad!

The trees in blooming fragrance clad!

Smile with joy, ye desert lands,

And, rushing torrents, clap your hands!

Let the whole earth with triumph ring!

Let all that live, with loud applause, Jehovah's matchless praises sing—

He comes! he comes! heav'n's righteous King! To judge the world by truth's eternal laws.

DR. GREGORY.

PSALM XCVIII.

To God our Lord renew your song,
His hand has wonders wrought;
Triumphal crowns to him belong,
When with his foes he fought.

The light of his salvation round
To heathen lands extends,
His mercy Jacob's race has found,
And the world's utmost ends.

To God, ye nations of the earth,

With thankful hearts rejoice; And to the Lord your joy and mirth Express with harp and voice.

Your cornets, and your trumpets sound,

And let the ocean roar,