Psalms 111-113

Psalm 111

1 PRAISE the Lord; with exultation My whole heart my Lord shall praise 'Midst the upright congregation, Loftiest hallelujahs raise.

2 All His works are great and glorious, Saints review them with delight; His redemption all victorious We remember day and night.

3 Meat He gives to those who fear Him, Of His covenant mindful still;

Wise are those who much revere Him, And rejoice to do His will.

4 For His grace stands fast for ever, His decrees the saints secure; From His oath He turneth never, Every promise standeth sure,

5 Therefore be His praise unceasing, Be His name for ever blest; And with confidence increasing, Let us on His promise rest.

Charles H. Spurgeon, 1866

Psalm 112

1 BLESSED is the man that feareth, And delighteth in the Lord;

Wealth, the wealth which truly cheereth, God shall give him for reward; And his children, Shall be blest around his board.

2 He shall not be moved for ever, Though with evil tidings tried;

Nought from God his faith shall sever, Fix'd his heart shall still abide; For believers Are secured on every side.

3 To the upright light arises, Darkness soon gives place to day;

While the man who truth despises, And refuses to obey, In a moment.

Cursed of God, shall melt away.

4 Therefore let us praise Jehovah, Sound His glorious name on high, Sing His praises, and moreover By our actions magnify Our Redeemer, Who by blood has brought us nigh.

Charles H. Spurgeon, 1866.

Psalm 113

1 HALLELUJAH! Raise, oh raise To our God the song of praise!

All His servants join to sing, God our Saviour and our King.

2 Blessed be for evermore That dread name which we adore:

Round the world His praise be sung, Through all lands, in every tongue.

3 O'er all nations God alone, Higher than the heavens His throne; Who is like to God most high, Infinite in majesty?

4 Yet to view the heavens He bends;

Yea, to earth He condescends;

Passing by the rich and great, For the low and desolate.

5 He can raise the poor to stand With the princes of the land;

Wealth upon the needy shower;

Set the meanest high in power.

6 He the broken spirit cheers, Turns to joy the mourner's tears;

Such the wonders of His ways;

Praise His name—for ever praise.

Josiah Conder, 1837.