Psalms 65-66
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1 GOOD is the Lord, the heav'nly King, Who makes the earth His care; Visits the pastures ev'ry spring, And bids the grass appear.
2 The clouds, like rivers, raised on high, Pour out at Thy command Their watery blessings from the sky, To cheer the thirsty land.
3 The soften'd ridges of the field Permit the corn to spring; The valleys rich provision yield, And the poor labourers sing.
4 The little hills on every side Rejoice at falling showers; The meadows, dress'd in all their pride, Perfume the air with flowers.
5 The various months Thy goodness crowns; How bounteous are Thy ways! The bleating flocks spread o'er the downs, And shepherds shout Thy praise. Isaac Watts, 1719.
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Psalm 66 (1 of 2)
1 SING, all ye nations to the Lord, Sing with a joyful noise; With melody of sound record His honours and your joys.
2 Say to the power that shakes the sky, "How terrible art Thou! Sinners before Thy presence fly, Or at Thy feet they bow."
3 Oh bless our God and never cease, Ye saints, fulfil His praise; He keeps our life, maintains our peace, And guides our doubtful ways.
4 Lord, Thou hast proved our suffering souls To make our graces shine; So silver bears the burning coals, The metal to refine.
5 Through watery deeps and fiery ways We march at Thy command; Led to possess the promised place By Thine unerring hand. Isaac Watts, 1719.
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Psalm 66 (2 of 2)
1 O ALL ye lands, rejoice in God, Sing praises to His name; Let the whole earth, with one accord, His wondrous acts proclaim.
2 And let His faithful servants tell, How by redeeming love, Their souls are saved from death and hell, To share the joys above.
3 Tell how the Holy Spirit's grace Forbids their feet to slide; And, as they run the Christian race, Vouchsafes to be their guide.
4 Sing, sing, ye saints, and shout for joy, Ye ransom'd of the Lord; Be grateful praise your sweet employ, His presence your reward. Harriett Auber, 1829.
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