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PSALM 146. First Part. L.M.
Praise to God for his goodness and truth. (cont.)

4	And earth and seas, with all their train; And none shall find his promise vain.
5	His truth for ever stands secure; He saves th' opprest, he feeds the poor; He sends the lab'ring conscience peace, And grants the pris'ner sweet release.
6	The Lord hath eyes to give the blind; The Lord supports the sinking mind; He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless.
7	He loves his saints, he knows them well, But turns the wicked down to hell: Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns; Praise him in everlasting strains.

PSALM 146. Second Part. L.M.
Praise to God for his power, mercy and truth.

1	I'll praise my Maker with my breath: And when my voice is lost in death,    Praise shall employ my nobler pow'rs: My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last,    Or immortality endures.
2	Why should I make a man my trust! Princes must die and turn to dust:    Vain is the help of flesh and blood; Their breath departs, their pomp, and pow'r, And thoughts, all vanish in an hour:    Nor can they make their promise good.
3	Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel's God; he made the sky,    And earth and seas, with all their train: His truth for ever stands secure; He saves th' opprest, he feeds the poor;    And none shall find his promise vain.

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PSALM 146. Second Part. L.M.
Praise to God for his power, mercy and truth. (cont.)

4	The Lord hath eyes to give the blind; The Lord supports the sinking mind;    He sends the lab'ring conscience peace; He helps the stranger in distress, The widow, and the fatherless;    And grants the pris'ner sweet release.
5	He loves his saints, he knows them well: But turns the wicked down to hell:    Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns. Let ev'ry tongue, let ev'ry age, In this exalted work engage; Praise him in everlasting strains.
6	I'll praise him while he lends me breath; And when my voice is lost in death,    Praise shall employ my nobler pow'rs: My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last,    Or immortality endures.

PSALM 147. First Part. L.M.
Providence and grace.

1	PRAISE ye the Lord: 'tis good to raise Our hearts and voices in his praise: His nature and his works invite To make this duty our delight.
2	The Lord builds up Jerusalem, And gathers nations to his name: His mercy melts the stubborn soul, And makes the broken spirit whole.
3	He form'd the stars, those heavenly flames, He counts their numbers, calls their names: His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound, A deep where all our thoughts are drown'd.
4	Great is our Lord, and great his might; And all his glories infinite;