A PSALM / 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. / / He form's 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 thought are drown'd. / / Sing to the lord, exalt him high. / Who spreads his clouds around the sky. / There be prepares the fuitful rain. / Nor lets the drops descend in vain. / He makes the grass the hills adorn, / And clothes the smiling fields with corn, / The beasts with food his hands supply, / And the young ravens when they cry. / What is the creature's sill or force / The sprightly man or warlike horse / The piercing wit, the active limb, / All are too mean delights for him. / But Saints are lovely in his sight, / He views his children with delight! / He sees their hope, he knows their fear / And looks, and loves his image there. / Sarah Chorltons Work _1800_

Maker

Chorltons, Sarah

Date made

1800

Origin

England or US

Stitches

Cross over 1, Cross over 2.

In Bolton & Co.

No

Foundation Cloth

Silk

Embroidery Thread

Silk

Predominent Motif

An undulating border of flowers,leaves and fruit surround a stitched hymn attributed to Isaac Watts dated 1719 as well as to John Wesley of the same time period. Note: old style s is mostly used throughout.

Inscription

A PSALM / 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. / / He form's 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 thought are drown'd. / / Sing to the lord, exalt him high. / Who spreads his clouds around the sky. / There be prepares the fuitful rain. / Nor lets the drops descend in vain. / He makes the grass the hills adorn, / And clothes the smiling fields with corn, / The beasts with food his hands supply, / And the young ravens when they cry. / What is the creature's sill or force / The sprightly man or warlike horse / The piercing wit, the active limb, / All are too mean delights for him. / But Saints are lovely in his sight, / He views his children with delight! / He sees their hope, he knows their fear / And looks, and loves his image there. / Sarah Chorltons Work _1800_

Length Without Frame

20"

Width Without Frame

15 1/2"

Historical Owner

(pg. 80) Booklet available. Proceeds to Mission Hospice, San Mateo, CA.

Owner

Marian Soss