5. O Thou, who sitt’st at God’s right hand, Upon the Father’s throne, Have mercy on us, Thou, O Christ, Who art the Holy One! 6. Thou only, with the Holy Ghost, Whom earth and heaven adore, In glory of the Father art Most high forevermore. Supplement to Tate and Brady, 1700, a. 75 C. M. Through all the changing scenes of life, In trouble and in joy, The praises of my God shall still My heart and tongue employ. 2. Of His deliverance I will boast Till all that are distrest From my example comfort take And charm their griefs to rest. 3. O magnify the Lord with me, With me exalt His name! When in distress on Him I called, He to my rescue came. 4. The hosts of God encamp around The dwellings of the just; Deliverance He affords to all Who on His succor trust. 5. O make but trial of His love! Experience will decide How blest are they, and only they, Who in His truth confide. 6. Fear Him, ye Christians, you will then Have nothing else to fear; Make you His service your delight, Your wants shall be His care. Ps. 34. Tate and Brady, 1698, a. 76 S. M. O bless the Lord, my soul! Let all within me join And aid my tongue to bless His name, Whose favors are divine. 2. O bless the Lord, my soul! Nor let His mercies lie Forgotten in unthankfulness And without praises die. 3. ’Tis He forgives thy sins; ’Tis He relieves thy pain; ’Tis He that heals thy sicknesses And gives thee strength again. 4. He crowns thy life with love When ransomed from the grave; He that redeemed my soul from death Hath sovereign power to save. 5. He fills the poor with good; He gives the sufferers rest: The Lord hath judgments for the proud And justice for th’ opprest. 6. His wondrous works and ways He made by Moses known, But sent the world His truth and grace By His beloved Son. Ps. 103. Isaac Watts, 1719, a. 77 S. M. My soul, repeat His praise, Whose mercies are so great; Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate. 2. God will not always chide; And when His wrath is felt, His strokes are fewer than our crimes And lighter than our guilt. 3. High as the heavens are raised Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of His grace Our highest thoughts exceed. 4. His grace subdues our sins; And His forgiving love Far as the east is from the west Doth all our guilt remove.