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2 Far be thine honour spread, And long thy praise endure, Till morning light and evening shade Shall be exchang'd no more.
Psalm 118:1. 6-15. First Part. Deliverance from a tumult.
1 The Lord appears my helper now, Nor is my faith afraid What all the sons of earth can do, Since heaven affords its aid.
2 'Tis safer, Lord, to hope in thee, And have my God my friend, Than trust in men of high degree, And on their truth depend.
3 Like bees my foes beset me round, A large and angry swarm; But I shall all their rage confound By thine almighty arm.
4 'Tis thro' the Lord my heart is strong, In him my lips rejoice; While his salvation is my song, How cheerful is my voice!
5 Like angry bees they girt me round; When God appears they fly: So burning thorns, with crackling sound, Make a fierce blaze and die.
6 Joy to the saints and peace belongs; The Lord protects their days: Let Israel tune immortal songs To his almighty grace.
Psalm 118:2. 17-21. Second Part. Public praise for deliverance from death.
1 Lord, thou hast heard thy servant cry, And rescu'd from the grave; Now shall he live: (and none can die If God resolve to save.)
2 Thy praise, more constant than before, Shall fill his daily breath; Thy hand that hath chastis'd him sore, Defends him still from death.
3 Open the gates of Zion now, For we shall worship there, The house where all the righteous go Thy mercy to declare.
4 Among th' assemblies of thy saints Our thankful voice we raise! There we have told thee our complaints, And there we speak thy praise.
Psalm 118:3. 22 23. Third Part. Christ the foundation of his church.
1 Behold the sure foundation-stone Which God in Zion lays To build our heavenly hopes upon, And his eternal praise.
2 Chosen of God, to sinners dear, And saints adore the Name, They trust their whole salvation here, Nor shall they suffer shame.
3 The foolish builders, scribe and priest, Reject it with disdain; Yet on this rock the church shall rest, And envy rage in vain.
4 What tho' the gates of hell withstood, Yet must this building rise: 'Tis thy own work, almighty God, And wondrous in our eyes.
Psalm 118:4. 24 25 26. Fourth Part. Hosanna; the Lord's day; or, Christ's resurrection and our salvation.
1 This is the day the Lord hath made, He calls the hours his own; Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad, And praise surround the throne.
2 To-day he rose and left the dead, And Satan's empire fell; To-day the saints his triumphs spread, And all his wonders tell.
3 Hosanna to th' anointed King, To David's holy Son: Help us, O Lord; descend and bring Salvation from the throne.
4 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men With messages of grace; Who comes in God his Father's Name To save our sinful race.
5 Hosanna in the highest strains The church on earth can raise; The highest heavens, in which he reigns, Shall give him nobler praise.
Psalm 118:5. 22-27. S. M. An hosanna for the Lord's day; or, A new song of salvation by Christ.
1 See what a living-stone The builders did refuse; Yet God hath built his church thereon In spite of envious Jews.
2 The scribe and angry priest Reject thine only Son; Yet on this rock shall Zion rest, As the chief corner-stone.
3 The work, O Lord, is thine, And wondrous in our eyes; This day declares it all divine, This day did Jesus rise.
4 This is the glorious day That our Redeemer made; Let us rejoice, and sing, and pray, Let all the church be glad.
5 Hosanna to the King Of David's royal blood: Bless him, ye saints; he comes to bring Salvation from your God.
6 We bless thine holy word, Which all this grace displays; And offer on thine altar, Lord, Our sacrifice of praise.