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PSALM 147. First Part. L.M.
Providence and grace. (cont.)

4	He crowns the meek, rewards the just, And treads the wicked to the dust.
5	The saints are lovely in his sight: On them he looks with great delight: He sees their hope, he knows their fear, And views, and loves his image there.

PSALM 147. Second Part. L.M.
Summer and Winter.

1	LET Zion praise the mighty God, And make his honours known abroad: For sweet the joy our songs to raise, And glorious is the work of praise.
2	Our children live secure and blest; Our shores have peace, our cities rest; He feeds our sons with finest wheat, And adds his blessing to their meat.
3	The changing seasons he ordains, The early and the latter rains; His flakes of snow, like wool, he sends, And thus the springing corn defends.
4	With hoary frost he strews the ground; His hail descends with dreadful sound; His icy bands the rivers hold, And terror arms his wintry cold.
5	He bids the warmer breezes blow, The ice dissolves, the waters flow; But he hath nobler works and ways To call his children to his praise.
6	Thro' all our coasts his laws are shown, His gospel thro' the nation known: He hath not thus reveal'd his word To ev'ry land: Praise ye the Lord.

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PSALM 147. Third Part. C.M.
The seasons of the year.

1	WITH songs and honours sounding loud    Address the Lord on high; Around the heav'ns he spreads his cloud,    And waters veil the sky.
2	He sends his show'rs of blessings down    To cheer the plains below; He makes the grass the mountains crown,    And corn in valleys grow.
3	He gives the grazing ox his meat,    He hears the raven's cry; But man, who tastes his finest wheat,    Should raise his honours high.
4	His steady counsels change the face    Of the declining year; He bids the sun cut short his race,    And wintry days appear.
5	His hoary frost, his fleecy snow,    Descend and clothe the ground: The liquid streams forbear to flow,    In icy fetters bound.
6	When from his dreadful stores on high    He pours the rattling hail; The wretch, that dares his God defy,    Shall find his courage fail.
7	He sends his word, and melts the snow;    The fields no longer mourn; He calls the southern gales to blow,    And bids the spring return.
8	The changing wind, the flying cloud,    Obey his mighty word: With songs and honours sounding loud,    Praise ye the sov'reign Lord.