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PREFACE 
 
 TO THE 
 
 PSALMS. 
 
 *HAT the Pfalms of David abound with 
 
 Praifes, Thankfgivings, and many pious 
 
 Ejaculations, beautifully adapted to elevate the 
 Heart of the devout Chriftian, cannot be denied; 
 yet as being compos'd for particular Circumftan- 
 ces, tho' excellent in themfelves, it may . be al- 
 low'd that many Parts of them are rendered very 
 unfit for public Worfcip, which fhould be calcu- 
 lated to fuit the ftate of every fincere Chriftlan, 
 who is willing to lift up his Voice in Praife of 
 his Creator. 
 
 As it ought to be the Define, and conftant 
 Endeavour of every Clerk to a Church or Chape!, 
 that this eflential Part of our Church Service b^ 
 performed with Decency and good Order, and, 
 as St. Paul obferves, with the under/landing alfo ; 
 I have thought it my Duty, not only to 
 collecSl fuch Portions of the Pfalms as may an- 
 fwer the afore-mentioned Purpafes ; but alfo (by 
 the AfTiftance of my Friend Mr. Dupuis) to a- 
 dapt fuch Tunes to them, as, when fung with 
 Spirit and Judgment will, I hope, give entire fa- 
 tisfaftion to all who have a real Tafte for Pfal- 
 mody : And I think I may venture to affirm, that 
 if. the Congregations of our Eftablifh'd Church 
 a 2 were 
 
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 were as induflrious to become Proficients in this 
 refpe£l, as our modern Se6laries are, our mode 
 of finging would be equally perfefl: and harmo- 
 ricus, and more folemn and fuitable for Divine 
 . Worfhip than theirs* I'o accomplifli this, j 
 would recommend it to all Perfons [efpecially the 
 Female part of our Congregations), who play on 
 the Harpfichord, or any othei;; Mufical Inftru- 
 nient, to pradlife thefe Tunes, that they may 
 efieelually join in finging, in the courfe of Divine 
 Service : For which Purpofe, I have taken caife to 
 have proper Bafes affix'd and figur'd to each Tune, 
 This, if properly attended to, would greatly en- 
 liven this delightful Part of our Duty in praifing 
 our Redeemer ; and contribute to anfwer the pi- 
 ous Intention of the Royal Pfalmift y who con- 
 cludes his admirable Leflbns, with an Invitation 
 unto *' every living Creature that hath Breathy 
 to praife tlje Lord.'' 
 
 It will, no doubt, be obje6led by Perfons wha 
 do not underftand Mufic, that the Notes can be 
 of noUfe to them : To obviate which, I humbly 
 beg Leave to obferve, that fuch Part of the Con- 
 gregation as hath a little Knowledge of the Tunes, 
 will find the Notes of real Service, in enabling 
 them to follow others, who fing the Tunes true; 
 and prove a much ftronger Guide to the reft, 
 who, with a little Diligence and Attention to the 
 Organ, will foon be convinced, that the Notes 
 are of Service to aU# 
 
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PREFACE. y 
 
 This Book Is publiflied in its prefent Form, at 
 the Requeft of feveral in thefe Congregations, 
 who have expreffed a Deiire, that feme Tunes of 
 modern Date might be added to thofe we have 
 hitherto made Ufe of, — tho' many prefer the lat- 
 ter : I have, therefore, endeavoured to give Sa- 
 tisfa£lion to all ; having introduced fele£t Tunes, 
 compofed by the moft eminent Authors, of both 
 Sorts ; and intend to ufe them (alternately) to the 
 Praife and Glory of that God, who hath pro- 
 mised, that if we ** make his Service our Dfclight^ 
 he will make our Wants his Care," 
 
 Ta this End, I humbly ofFer the following 
 Abridgment, with my fincere Wifhes that it 
 may prove acceptable and beneficial to all who 
 may ufe it : 
 
 And am, with due Refpe6t, 
 
 Their dutiful and obliged 
 
 humble Servant, 
 
 Charlotte-Srcet, 
 Bloomfbury. 
 
 Sept. zgtb, 1777. THO. JOHNSON* 
 
CONTENTS. 
 
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 As pants the heart 42 
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 But what frail man. 
 But what return 
 Blefs God ye fervants 
 
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 Ere6l your heads 
 
 For thee O God 
 From loweft depths 
 
 God's perfe6l law 
 God by his own 
 
 How blefl is he 
 Happy the man 
 Have mercy Lord 
 How good and pleafant 
 How blefl are they 
 
 ril firivc each 
 In thee I put 
 Jehovah reigns 
 
 Lord hear the voice 
 Lord who's the happy 
 Let all the juft 
 Let all the land 
 Lord hear my pray'r 
 
 My fliepherd is 
 
 No change of times 
 
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 O God to whom 
 O magnify the Lord 
 O Lord thy mercy 
 O Lord of hofls 
 O Lord the mighty 
 O Lord the Saviour 
 O come loud anthems 
 O iing a neur fong 
 O render thanks and 
 O render thanks to 
 O God my heart 
 O Ifrael make 
 O praife the Lord 
 O could I fo 
 O praife the Lord and 
 O praife the Lord with 
 O praife the Lord 
 O praife the Lord in 
 
 Praife ye the Lord 
 
 Sing to the Lord 
 
 Thou Lord art my 
 The place of 
 To celebrate 
 The Heavens declare 
 The Lord himfelf 
 The fpacious earth 
 To God in whom 
 Thro' all viciffitudcs 
 The Lord from Heaven 
 Thy fplendid throne 
 To blefs thychofen 
 The mcm'ry of 
 To God our never 
 
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 To my complaint 
 To my repeated 
 T^ach me thy way 
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 That man is bleft 
 Thou ftriaiy haft 
 ToSion's hili 
 To God the mighty 
 Thou Lord, by flri6tell 
 To thee, O Lord 
 Th€e I'll extol 
 The Lord who 
 
 Whom fl^ould I 
 With one con fen t 
 When I pour out 
 With chearful notes 
 Who place on Sion 
 With my whole heart 
 
 Ye worlhipers 
 
 Ye faints and fervants 
 
 Yebourdlefs Realms 
 
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 Awake my foul 
 
 All praifc to thee 
 
 Betimes on that aufpicious, 
 
 Chrilt from the dead 
 
 Gloria Patri 
 
 Jefus Chrifl is rlfen 
 
 Since Chriil our Paflbver 
 
 Ycni Creator 
 
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 C R O W L E TUNE, 
 
 HOW bleft is he who ne'er confents 
 By ill advice to walk; 
 Nor ftands in finners ways, nor fits 
 
 Where men profanely talk: 
 But makes the perfeft law of God, 
 
 His bufinefs and delight; 
 Devoutly reads therein by day, 
 And meditates by night. 
 
 Like fome fair tree, which fed by flreams, 
 
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 PSALM III. ("For the Morning. J 
 OXFORD TUNE. 
 nr^HOU, Lord, art my fecure defence, 
 
 JL On thee my hopes rely ; 
 Tbou art my glory, and my help. 
 When any evil's nigh. 
 
 Guarded by thee, I laid me down. 
 
 My fweet repofe to take ; 
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 Thro' thee in fafety wake. 
 
 Salvation to the Lord belongs. 
 
 He only can defend : 
 His bleffings he extends to all 
 
 Who on his name depend. 
 
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 PSALM IV. (For the Evening J 
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 THE place of other facrifice, 
 iLet righteoufnefs fupply ; 
 And let your hope fecurely fixt, 
 On heaven alone rely. 
 
 While worldly minds impatient grow 
 
 More profp'rous times to fee, 
 O let the glories of thy face. 
 
 Shine brightly. Lord, on me. 
 
 Then down in peace I'll lay my head, 
 
 And take my needful relt ; 
 No other guard, O Lord, I crave. 
 
 Of thy defence pofleft. 
 PSALM V. (For the Morning,] 
 
 WINDSOR TUNE. 
 
 LORD hear the voice of my complaint; 
 Accept my fecret pray'r : 
 To thee alone, my King, my God, 
 Y/ill I for help repair. 
 
 Thou in the morn my -voice fhalt hear : 
 
 And with the dawning day. 
 To thee, devoutly, I'll look up, 
 
 To the, devoutly pray. 
 
 For thou the wrongs the juft fuftain^ 
 
 Can'ft nevet, Lord, approve. 
 Who from thy facred dwelling place, 
 
 All evil doft remove. 
 
 Not long (hall wicked men remain 
 
 Unpunifh'd in thy view; 
 All fuch as aft unrighteous things, 
 
 Thy vengeance .fliall purfue. 
 
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 OGOD, to whom all Creatures bow. 
 Within this earthly frame ; 
 Through all the world how great art thou ! 
 How glorious is thy name ! 
 
 In Heav'n thy wond'rous afts are fung. 
 
 Nor hardly reckon'd there ; 
 And )^et thou mak*ft the infant tongue 
 
 Thy boundlefs praife declare. 
 
 When e'er thy beauteous works on high 
 
 Employ our wondVing fight, 
 The Moon, that nightly rules the Sky, 
 
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 Or what his offsprings, that thou prov'ft 
 
 To them fo wond*rous kind? 
 
 PSALM IX. 
 B R A I N T R E E TUNE. 
 
 TO celebrate thy praife, O Lord, 
 We will our hearts prepare. 
 To all the lift'ning world thy works, 
 Thy wond'rous works declare. 
 
 The thoughts of them fhall to our foul 
 
 Exalted pleafure bring, 
 Whilft to thy nanve, O thou mod high, 
 
 Triumphant praife we fing. 
 
 Thou fhak for ever live, who hath 
 
 A righteous throne prepar'd, 
 Impartial juflice to dilpencc, 
 
 To punifh or reward. 
 
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 P S A L M XV- 
 B U R F O R D TUNE. 
 ir O R D, who's the happy Man that may 
 \ J To thy bleft courts repair; 
 Nor, Stranger-like, to vi fit them, 
 But to inhabit there ? 
 
 'Tis he, whofe plighted vows and truft 
 
 Has ever firmly Hood; 
 And tho' he promife to his lofs, 
 
 He makes his promife good. 
 
 Whofe foul in ufury difdains 
 
 His treafure to employ-; 
 Whom no rewards can £vcr bribe 
 
 1 he guiltlefs to deltroy. 
 
 The Man, who by this fteady courft 
 
 Has happinefs infur*d, 
 When Earth-s foundation fliakes, (hall ftarjd. 
 
 By Providence fecur'd. 
 
 P S A L M XVI. 
 
 St. I> A V I I)?s TUNE. 
 
 I'LL flrive my aftions to approve 
 To his all-feeing eye : '- 
 
 Nor danger fhall my hopes remove. 
 While my Redeemer's nigh. 
 
 Therefore my heart all grief defies, 
 
 My glory does rejoice ; 
 My flelh (hall reft, in hope to rife» 
 
 Wak'd by his powerful voice. 
 
 Thou, Lord, when I refign my breath, 
 
 My foul from Hell (halt free. 
 Who did not let thy Holy One 
 
 In death, corruption fee. 
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 B R O M P T O N TUNE. 
 
 NO change of times (hall ever Ihock 
 My firm afFeftion, Lord, to thee;.. 
 For thou haft always been a rock, 
 A fortrefs, and defence to me. 
 
 Thou my deliverer art, my God ; 
 
 My truft is in thy mighty powV ; 
 Thou art my fhieid from foes abroiid, 
 
 At home my fafeguard^ and ray towV, 
 
 Thou fuit'ft, O Lord, thy righteous ways, 
 
 To various paths of human kind ; 
 Thofe who for rhercy merit praife. 
 
 With ihee (hall wondVous mercy find. 
 
 PSALM XIX. 
 St. JAMESES TUNE, 
 
 THE Heav ns dceiare thy Glory, Lord, 
 Which that alone can fill ; 
 The Firmament and liars exprefs. 
 Their great Creator's Skill. 
 
 The Dawn of each returning day 
 Frefh beams of knowledge brings; 
 
 And from the dark returns of night 
 Divine inftruAion fprings. 
 
 Their powerful language to no realm 
 
 Or region is confined ; 
 *Tis Nature's voice, and underflood 
 
 Alike by all mankind. 
 
 Their doftrine does its facred fenfe 
 
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 Whofe brijghi contents the circling Sun 
 
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 LONDON NEW TUNE. 
 
 GOD*s perfcft laws converts the fouI> 
 Reclaims from falfc defires ; 
 With facred wifdom his fure word 
 The ignorant infpires. 
 
 The ftatntes of the Lord are juft, 
 
 And bring fincere delight ; 
 His pure commands m fearch of truth, 
 
 AfTiIt the feebleft fight, 
 
 His perfeft worfiiip here is fix'd, 
 
 On fure foundation laid : 
 His equal laws are in the fcales, 
 
 Of truth and juftice weighed. 
 
 PSALM XIX. Part IIL 
 
 WHITTON TUNE. 
 
 BU T what frail man obferves how oft 
 He does from virtue fall ? 
 O cleanfe me from my fccret faults, 
 O God, thou know'ft them all ! 
 
 Let no prefumptuous fin, O Lord, 
 
 Dominion have o'er me ; 
 That by thy grace preferved I may 
 
 The great tranfgreffion flee. 
 
 So flhall my prayV and praifes be 
 
 With tiiy acceptance bleft;. 
 And I, fecure on thy defence, 
 
 My flrength and Saviour, reft. 
 
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 F S A L M XXII. 
 St. MATTHEW'S TUNE. 
 
 YE worfhippcr;; of Jacob's God, 
 All ye of Ifi'els Jine, 
 O praife ihe Lord, and to your praife 
 Sincere obedience join. 
 
 He ne'er difdatn'd on low diftreft 
 
 To eaft a wifhful eye, 
 Ker turn'd from poverty his face, 
 
 But hears its humble cry. 
 
 Tis his fupreme prerogative 
 
 O'er fubjcft Kings to reign, 
 'Tis juft that he (hould rule the world^ 
 
 Who does the world fuilain. 
 
 The rich who arc with plenty fed 
 
 His bot^nty muft confefs ; 
 The fons of want by him relicv'd. 
 
 Their gen'rous patron blefs. 
 
 With humble worlhip to his throne. 
 
 They all for aid rcfort : 
 That pow'r which firft their beings gave, 
 
 Can only them ftipport. 
 
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 And glorious atls proclaim, 
 
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 P S A L M XXIII 
 WESTMINSTER NEW TUNE, 
 
 THE Lord himfelf, the mighty Lord, 
 Vouchfafes to be our guide ; 
 The fhepherd by whofe conftam cart. 
 My wants ajre all fupply'd. 
 
 In tender grafs he makes me feed, 
 
 And gently there repofe : 
 Then leads me to cool fhades, and where 
 
 Refrefhlng water flows. 
 
 He does my wandering foul reclaim. 
 
 And to his endlefs praife, 
 Inftruft with humble zeal io walk, 
 
 In his moll righteous ways. 
 
 PSALM XXIIL 
 
 FONDLING TUNE, 
 
 MY Shepherd is the living Lord, 
 Nothing thererfore I need ; 
 In paftures fair, near pjeafant ilreams, 
 He fetteth me to feed. 
 
 He (hall convert and glad my foul, 
 
 And bring my mind in frame. 
 To walk in paths of righteoufnefs, 
 
 For his moll holy name. 
 Yea, though I walk in vale of death,. 
 
 Yet I wilt fear no ill ; 
 Thy rod and llatf do comfort nie. 
 
 And thqu art with me (lil.I. 
 
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 Sr. MAGNUS TUNE.- 
 
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 The King of glpry^ — fee he comes 
 With his ^cleftial train. 
 
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 Eternal viftor crowned. 
 
 Exeft -your heads, ye gates unfold, 
 
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 The King of glory-*-fee becomes, 
 
 With all his (hining train. 
 
 Who is the King of glory ? who ? ' 
 
 The Lord of hofts renown'd 
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 Who ia with glory crown'dt 
 
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( 10 ) 
 
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 BEDFORD TUNE. 
 
 WHOM Ihould I fear, fince God to mc, 
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 Since ftrongly he my life fupports, 
 What can my foul affright ? 
 
 Henceforth within this houfe to dwells 
 
 I earncftly defire, 
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 And his blcft will inquire. 
 
 Por there may I with comfort reft, 
 
 In time of deep diftrefs; 
 And fafe as on a rock abide, 
 
 In that fecure recefs. 
 
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 Their chcarful voices raifc: 
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 To fing glad fongs of praife* 
 
 Let harps, and pfalteries and lutes, 
 
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 The harmony compleat. 
 
 for faithful is the word of God, 
 
 His works with truth abound, 
 He juiiice loves, and all the earth 
 
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 PSALM XXXIV. 
 WHIT. TON TUNE. 
 
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 My heart and tongue employ. 
 
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 . F.SALM XXXIV. Part II. 
 BURFQRD TUNE. 
 
 OI Magnify the Lord with us. 
 With us cxak his name ; 
 When in diflrefs to him we call'd. 
 
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 Experience will decide 
 How bl^fl they are, and only they^ 
 Who in his truth confide. 
 
 Fear him, ye Saints j and you witt then 
 
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 Your wants fhall be his care. 
 
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 His lips from falfhood free. 
 
 The crooked paths of vice decline, 
 
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 Efiablifh Peace where 'tis begun, 
 
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 BURFORD TUNE. 
 
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 PSALM XXXVL 
 PIMLICQ TUNE,. 
 
 OLord, thy mercy, oar fure hope, 
 Above thy heavenly orb afcends; 
 Thy facred Truth's unmeafur'd Scope 
 Beyond the fpreading Sky extends* 
 
 Thy juitice like the hills remains, 
 
 Unfathom'd Jiepts thy judgments arc ^ 
 
 Thy providence the world fuftains ; 
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 Thy prefence is eternal day ; 
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 To upright hearts thy truth difplay. 
 
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 C R O W L E TUNE, 
 
 HAPPY the man whofc tender care^ 
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 And difapoint the will of thofe» 
 
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 If he in languifliing eftate, 
 
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 Secure of this, to thee, my God, 
 
 I thusniy pray'r addrefs'd ; 
 Lord, for thy mercy, heal my foul, 
 
 Tho* I have much tranfgrcfs'd. 
 
 PSALM XLIL 
 OXFORD TUNE. 
 
 AS pants the hart for cooling ftreams^ 
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 And thy refreDiing grace. 
 
 For thee, my God, the living God, 
 
 My thirfiy foul doth pine ; 
 O when {hall I behold thy face, 
 
 Thou Majefty divine ! 
 
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 THY fplcndcd throne. O Chrift I is fixed 
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 NEWYORKTUNE, 
 
 HAVE mercy Lord on me. 
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 Thy wonted mercy find. 
 
 Wafli off my foul offence, 
 
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 Gf thy great name exprefs, 
 
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 BED FORD TUNE. 
 
 THE mem'ry of Chrift's glorious name. 
 Through endlefs years (hall run ; 
 His fpotlefs fame fliall (hine as bright^ 
 And fpotlefs as the fnn. 
 
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 And his unbounded happinefs 
 
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 The God whom Ifr'el fears: 
 Who only wondVous in his works. 
 
 Beyond compare appears. 
 
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 To Jacob's awful King. 
 
 Compofc a hymn of praife, and touch 
 
 Your inftruments of joy. 
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 Your grateful ikill eriiploy. 
 
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 To celebrate th* appointed time, 
 
 The folemn day of praife. 
 
 For this a ftatufe was of old, 
 
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 WESTONFAVEL TUNE. 
 
 OGod of Hofts. the mighty Lord, 
 How lovely is the place. 
 Where thou inthron'd in glory (hew'ft 
 The brightnefs of thy face? 
 
 Our longing fouls faint with dcfire 
 
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PSALM LXXXVI. Part L 
 CHARLOTTE TUN E. 
 
 TO rny complaint, O Lord my God 
 Thy gracious ear incline; 
 Hear me, diftreft and diftitute 
 Of all relief but thine. 
 
 Do thou, O God^ prefervehiyfoul. 
 
 That does thy name adore ;: 
 Thy fervants keep, and hirii^ whofe truft 
 
 Relies on thee, reftore. 
 
 To me, who daily thee invoke. 
 
 Thy mercf. Lord, extend ; 
 Refrefh thy fervant's foal, whofe hop^s 
 
 On thee alone depend. 
 
 Thou, Lord, art good,, not only good, 
 
 But prompt to pardort too; 
 Of plenteous mercy to all thofe, 
 
 Who for ihy mercy fuc. 
 
 PSALM LXXXVL Part II. 
 
 STROUD WATER TUNE. 
 
 TO ray repeated humble prayV, 
 O Lord, attentive be ; 
 When troubl'd, I on thee will call, 
 O hear and anfw^r me. 
 
 Amongthe Gods, there's nooe like thec^ 
 
 O Lord, alone divine! 
 To thee, as much inferior they, 
 
 As are their workUt to thine. 
 
 Therefore their great creator, thee 
 
 The nations fhall adore ; 
 Their long mifguided pray'rs and praife, 
 
 Xo thy bleft uaflpe reftore. 
 
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 ? S A L M LXXXVI. PART III. 
 St. BARNIBAS TUNE. 
 
 TEACH me ihy way, O Lord, and I 
 From truth ihall ne'er depart: 
 In rev'rence to thy facred name. 
 Devoutly fix my heart. 
 
 Thee will 1 pralfe/O Lord, m/God, 
 
 Praife thee with heart fincere ; 
 And to thy everlafting name, 
 
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 PS A L M XC. 
 HUDDERSFIELD TUNE. 
 
 OL O R D| the Saviour and deience» 
 Of us thy chofen race; 
 From age to age thou ftill haft been, 
 Our fure abiding place. 
 
 Before thou brough'ft the mountains fortb^ 
 Or th' Earth and world did'ft frame; 
 
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 And ever art the fame. 
 
 Thou turneft man, O Lord to duft, 
 
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 And when thou fpeak'ft the word, — Return, 
 
 'Tis inflantly obey'd. 
 
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 Are like a day that's paft ; 
 Or like a watch in dead of night, 
 
 Whofe hours unminded wafte. 
 
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( 22 ) , 
 PSALM XC!L 
 BEDFORD TUNE, 
 
 HOW good and pleafant muft it be, 
 To thank the Lord moft high, 
 And with repeated hyfnn« of praife, 
 His name to magnify ! 
 
 With ev'ry morning's early dawn, 
 
 His goodnefs to relate ; 
 And of Ins conftant truth each night, 
 
 The glad effefls repeat. 
 
 To ten-firing *d inftruments we'll fing, 
 
 With tuneful pfalt'ries joined ; 
 And to thfe harp with folemn found, 
 
 For facred ufe defign'd. 
 
 For thro' thywondVous works, O Lord, 
 
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 P S A L M XCVIII. ' 
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 Who wond'rous things has done : 
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 The conqueft he has won. 
 
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 The guilty nations quake ; 
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 My days, juft haftningto their end. 
 
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 With waning luftre fade. 
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 Again thou fend'ft thy fpirit forth, 
 To infpire the mafs with vital feed : 
 
 Nature's reftor'd, and parent-earth, 
 Smiles on her new created breed. 
 
 Thus thro' fuccedive ages Hands, 
 
 Firm fixt, thy providential care; 
 PleasM with the work of thine own hands, 
 
 Thou doft the waftes ot time repair. 
 
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 O Render thanks, and blefs the Lord, 
 Invoke his facred name; 
 Acquaint the nations with his deeds, 
 His matchlefs deeds proclaim. 
 
 Sing to his praife in lofty hymns, 
 
 His wond'rous works rehearfe: 
 ^Jake them the theme of your difcourfe^ 
 
 And fubjeft of your verfe. 
 
 Rejoice in his almighty name, 
 
 Alone to be ador'd ; 
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 That humbly feek the Lord. 
 
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 to magnify thy name ; 
 My tongue with chearful fongs of praife, 
 Shall celebrate thy fame. 
 
 Awake, my lute ! nor thou, my harp. 
 
 Thy warbling notes delay ; 
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 Prevent the dawning day. 
 
 To all the lift'ning tribes, O Lord, 
 
 Thy wonders I will tell ! 
 And to thofe nations fing thy praife, 
 
 That round about us dwell, 
 
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( 28 ) 
 
 P S A L M CXI, 
 ISLINGTON TUNE. 
 
 PRAISE ye the Lord, our God to praifc^ 
 My foul her utmoft pow'r fhall raife ; 
 With private friends, and in the throng 
 Of faints his praife fhall be my fong. 
 
 His works, for greatnefs, tho' renownVI, 
 His wond'rous works with eafe are found; 
 By thofe who feek for them aright, 
 And in the pious fearch delight. 
 
 His works are all of tnatchlefs fame, 
 And univerfal glory claim ; 
 His truth, confirmed thro' ages paft 
 Shall to eternal ages laft. 
 
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 To keep his wond'rous works in mind ; 
 And to pofterity record, 
 That good and gracious is our Lord. 
 
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 B R O M P T O N TUNE. 
 
 THAT man is bleft who Hands in awe 
 Of God, and loves his facred law : 
 His feed on earth (hall be renown'd, 
 And with fucceflive honours crown'd. 
 
 His houfe the feat of wealth fliallbe, 
 An inexhaufted treafury ; 
 His juftice, free from all decay, 
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 YARMOUTH TUNE, 
 
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 His facred name for ever biefs ; 
 Where'er the circling Sun difplays 
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 Due praife to his great name addrefs. 
 
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 Who made the Hcav'n wherein he dwells, 
 
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 The God whom Heav'ns triumphant Hoft, 
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 BURFORD TUNE 
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 Who only help can yield. 
 
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 Who them in danger can defend. 
 
 And all their wants fupply. 
 
 Of us he oft has mindful been, 
 
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 Pjiefts, Levites, profelytes, evn all, 
 
 Who his great name confefs. 
 
 On yoii, and on your heirs, he will,. 
 
 Increafe of bleffings bring; 
 Thrice happy you, who favorites are, 
 
 Of this Almighty King. 
 
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 WHITTON TUNE 
 
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 ril praife his name, and with glad zeal, 
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 To thee I'll offerings bring of praife, 
 
 And whilft I blefs thy name ; 
 The juft performance of my vows, 
 
 To all thy Saints proclaim. 
 
 They in Jerufalem (hall meet. 
 
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 P SA L M CXVin. {Vroperfor EaJier^Day.) 
 HUDDERSFIELD TUNE 
 
 GOD, by his own refiftlefs pow'r, 
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 The faving ftrength of his right-hand. 
 Amazing works has done. 
 
 That which the builders once refused. 
 
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 BEDFORD TUNE, 
 
 HO W bleft are they, who always keepjf. 
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 "Who never from thefacred paths. 
 Of God's commandments ftray ! 
 
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 And have with fervent humble zeal, 
 
 His favour fought to win. 
 
 -Such men their utmoft caution ufe. 
 
 To fhun each wicked deed; 
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 With conftant zeal proceed. 
 
 PART II. 
 
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 And all our dihgence employ, 
 
 Thy flatutes to fulfill. 
 
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 Might o'er my ways prefide ; 
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 By thy direftion guide. 
 
 Then with afTurance (hould I walk, 
 
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 Who Heav'n and Earth has made.- 
 
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 Thy guardian never fleeps : 
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 His faints fecurely keeps. 
 
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 PSALM CXXV. 
 St J A M E S's TUNE. 
 
 WH O place on Sion's God their truftj'. 
 Like, Sion's rock fhall ftand ; 
 Like her immoveable be fixt, 
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 Jerufalem enclofe ; 
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 Nor force him by defpair to feek, 
 
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 Who righteous deeds affefl: ; 
 The heart that innocence retains, 
 
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 St, B R I D G E T's TUNE, 
 
 I[^ R O M loweft depths of woe, 
 To God I fcnt ray cry ; 
 Lord, hear my fupplicating voice. 
 And gracioufly reply. 
 
 ShouId*ft thou feverely judge, 
 
 Who can the trial bear ? — 
 But thou forgiv'ft, leafl we defpond 
 
 And quite renounce thy fear. 
 
 My foul with patience waits 
 
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 My hopes are on thy promife built,^ 
 
 Thy never-failing v/ord. 
 My longing^e^fc^Up-qk out, 
 
 For thy enliv*ning ray ; 
 More duly than the morning watch, 
 
 To fpy the dawning day. 
 
 PSALM CXXXIV. 
 CHARLLOTTE TUNE. 
 
 BLESS God, ye fervants that attend, 
 Upon his folemn (late ; 
 That in his temple, night by night, 
 
 With humble revrence wait. 
 Within his houfe, lift up your hands, 
 
 And blefs his holy nanae ; 
 From Sion blefs thy Ifr*el Lord,, 
 Who Heav'n and Earth did frame. 
 GLORIA PATRI. 
 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft> 
 
 The God whom we adore ; 
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 His worthy praife proclaim. 
 
 Praife him all ye, that in his houfe. 
 
 Attend with conftant care ; 
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 PROPER 148th. TUNE. 
 
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 To him due praife afford. 
 As Good as he is Great. 
 For God does prove 
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 His boundlefs Love (hall never endo- 
 
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{ S7 ) 
 PSALM cxxxviii: 
 
 W E S T O N F A V EL T U N E. 
 
 WITH my whole heart, my God and King,. 
 Thy praife I will proclaim j 
 Before the World with joy I'll fing^ 
 And blefs thy holy name. 
 
 I'll worfhip at thy facred feat, 
 
 And with thy love infpir'd : 
 The praifes of thy truth repeat, 
 
 O'er all thy works admir'd. 
 
 Thou gracioufly inclind'ft thine ear. 
 
 To all who to thee cry ; 
 And when our fouls are prefs'd with fe^r" 
 
 Doft inward ftrength lupply. 
 
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 Thy name with praife purfue ; 
 Who by thy mercies ftand convinc'd, 
 
 That all thy works are true. 
 
 They all thy wond'rous ways, O Lord, 
 
 With chearful fongs fhall blefs; 
 And all thy glorious afts record, 
 
 Thy awful pow'r confefs. 
 
 GLORIA PATRL 
 
 Glory to that bleft three in one, 
 
 The God whom we adore ; 
 As was and is and fhall be done, 
 
 When time fliall be no more. 
 
 PSALM 
 
( 38 ; 
 
 P S A E M CXXXIX. 
 R O C H F O R D TUNE. 
 
 THOU, Lord by ftriaeft fearch has known 
 My rifing up, and fitting down : 
 My fecret thoughts are known to thee, 
 Known long before conceiv'd by me- 
 
 Thine eye, my bed and path furveys, 
 My public haunts, and private ways; 
 Thou know'ft what'tis my lips whould vent^ 
 My yet unutter'd words intent. 
 
 Surrounded by thy pow'r I fland. 
 On ev'ry fide I find thy hand : 
 G (kill, for human reach too high ! 
 Too dazling bright for mortal eye ! 
 
 PART II. 
 
 B R O M P T O N T U N E. 
 O could I fo perfidious be, 
 To think of once deferting thee ! 
 Where, Lord, could I thy influence fliun, 
 Or whether from thy prefence run ? 
 
 If up to Heav*n I take my flight, 
 Tis there thou dweirftenthron'd in light;. 
 Or down it) Hell's infernal plains, 
 'Tis there almighty veng*ance reigns. 
 
 If I the morning's wings cou'd gain, 
 And fly beyond the weftern main ; 
 Thy fwifter hand would firftarrivc,> 
 And there arreft thy fugitive. 
 
 Or fliould I try to fliun thy fight, 
 Beneath the fable wings of night; 
 One glance from thee, one piercing ray, 
 Would kindle darknefs iato day. 
 
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 TO thee, O Lord, my cries afcead^, 
 O hafte to my releife, 
 J^nd with accuftom'd pity hear. 
 
 The accents of my grief. 
 Inftead of ofF'rings, let my prayV, 
 
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 PSALM CXLin. 
 
 WINDSOR TUNE. 
 
 LOR D, hear my prayV, and to my Cryi, 
 , Thy wonted audience bend ; 
 In thy accuftom'd faith and truth, 
 A gracious anfwer fend. 
 
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( 40 ) 
 
 PSALM CXLV. 
 LONDON NEW T U N E^ 
 
 THEE I'll extoll my God and King, 
 Thy endlefs praife proclaim; 
 This tribute daily will I bring, 
 And ever blefs thy name. 
 
 Thou, Lord, beyond compare art greats 
 
 And highly to be praifed ; 
 Thy Majefly with boundlefs height, 
 
 Above our knowledge rais'd. 
 
 Renown'd for mighty a61s thy fame. 
 
 To future times extends ; 
 From age to age, thy glorious name, 
 
 Succeflively defcends, 
 
 P S A L M CXLVI. 
 
 S T R O y D W A T E R T U N E.^ 
 
 O Praife the Lord, and thou, my Soul, 
 For ever blefs his name; 
 His wond'rous love, while life fhall laft, 
 My conftant praife fhall claim. 
 
 On Kings, the greateft Sons of Men, 
 
 Let none for aid rely ; 
 They cannot fave in dangerous times, 
 
 Nor timely help apply. 
 Depriv'd of breath, to dufl they turn, 
 
 And there neglefled lye ; 
 And all their thoughts and vain defigns, ^ 
 
 Together with them die. 
 
 Then happy he, who Jacob's God, 
 
 For his proteflor takes ; 
 Who flill with well-plac'd hope, the Lord 
 
 His cojillant refuge makes. 
 
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 PSALM CXLVI. Part II. 
 
 BUR FORD TUNE. 
 nnhe Lord, who made both Heav'n and Earthy, 
 ^ And all that they contain ; 
 Will never quit his ftedfaft truth,. 
 Nor make his promife vain. 
 
 The poor oppreft from all their Wants^. 
 
 Are eas'd by his decree; 
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 And fets the prifoners free. 
 
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 With kind regard and tender love, 
 
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 The ftrangers he preferves from harm,. 
 
 The Orphan kindly treats ; 
 Defends the widow, and the wiles 
 
 Qf wicked Men defeats 
 
 PSALM CXLVII. 
 St D A V I D's TUN £•• 
 1^ Praife the Lord^ with hymns of joy,, 
 ^^ And celebrate his fame ; 
 For pleafant, good, and comely 'tis,. 
 
 To praife his holy name. 
 
 He kindly heals the broken heart, 
 
 And all their wounds doth clofe ;. 
 He tells the number of the Stars, 
 
 Their feveral names he knows. 
 
 Great as the Lord, and Great his pow'r. 
 
 His wifdom hath no bound ; 
 The meek he raifes, and throws down 
 
 The wicked to the ground.. 
 
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( 42 ) 
 
 PSALM CXLVIIL 
 PROPER 148th. TUN E. 
 
 YE boundlefs realms of joy. 
 Exalt your makers fame ; 
 His praifeyour fong employ. 
 Above the ftarry frame ; 
 Your voices ralfe ye Cherubin, 
 And Seraphin to fing his praife. 
 
 Thou Moon tKat rules the Night, 
 
 And Sun that guid*ft the Day; 
 
 Ye glittering Stars of light,^ 
 
 To him due homage pay. 
 
 Hisprarfe declare, ye Heav'ns above^, 
 And Clouds that move, in liquid air. 
 
 Let them adore the Lord, and praife his holy narnc, 
 By whofe almighty word, they all from nothing 
 
 came; 
 And all fhall laft from changes free, 
 His firm decree, ftands ever fall. 
 
 GLORIA PATRL 
 
 To God the Father, Son, 
 
 And Spirit ever bleft. 
 Eternal three in one,- 
 All worfhip be addreft. 
 As heretofore 
 
 It was, is now 
 And {hall be fo- 
 Bov evermore.. 
 
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 * P S L M CXEIV. 
 HANOVER TUNE. 
 f^ Praife ye the Lord. 
 ^^ Prepare your glad Voice. 
 His praife in the great 
 
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 And children of Sion, 
 
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 Extol in the dance; 
 With Timbrel and Harp,. 
 
 His praifes exprefs ; 
 Who always takes pleafurc. 
 
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 And with his Salvation, 
 
 The humble to blefs. 
 
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 To God, who their beds. 
 
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 GLORIA P A T R L- 
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( 44 ) 
 
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 SAVOY and HAMMERSMITH TUNES. 
 /^ Praife the Lord, in that bleft place, 
 ^^ From whence his goodnefs largely flows j 
 Praife him in Heaven, where he his face, 
 Unveil'd, in perfefl glory fhews. 
 
 Praife him for all the mighty a6ls 
 Which he on our behalf has done; 
 
 His kindnefs this return exafis, 
 
 With which our praife fhould equal run. 
 
 Let the fliril! trumpet's warlike voice, 
 Make rocks and hills his praife refound ; 
 
 Praife him with harp's melodious noife, 
 And gentle pfaltry's filver found. 
 
 Let virgin-troops foft timbrels brings, 
 And fome with gratefiil motion dance ; 
 
 Let inflruments of various firings, 
 
 With organs joln'd, his praife advance. 
 
 Let them who joyful hyms compofe. 
 To cymbals fet their fongs of praife, 
 
 Cymbals of common ufe, and thofe 
 That loudly found on common days. 
 
 Let all that vital breath enjoy, 
 
 The breath he does to them afford. 
 
 In juft returns of praife employ; — 
 Let ev'ry creature praife the Lord. 
 
 GLORIA PATRL 
 
 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghofl, 
 
 To God whom earth and heaven adore. 
 
 Be glory, as it was of old, 
 
 Is now, and fliall be evermore. 
 
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 For E AST ER DAY. 
 
 St. MATTHEW'S TUNE, (First Hymn.) 
 
 SINCE Chrifl our PaflTover, is flain 
 A facrifice for all : 
 Let all with thankful hearts agree 
 
 To keep the feftival : 
 Not with the leaven, as of old, 
 
 Of fin and malice fed ; 
 But with unfeign'd fincerity, 
 And truth's unleaven'd bread. 
 
 + Chrift heing raised by power divine, 
 
 And refcu'd from the grave, 
 Shall die no more, death fhall on him 
 
 No more dominion have : 
 
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 And made henceforth, alive to God, 
 
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( 45 ) 
 
 'for EASTER DAY. {Second HymnY 
 -RASTER HYMN TUNE. 
 
 -1 Tesus Christ is ris'n to day. Hallelujah. 
 
 .J Our triumphant Holy-day. Hallelujah. 
 Who fo lately on the Crofs, Hallelujah, 
 Suffered to redeem our lofs. Hallelujah. 
 
 2 Hymns of praifes let us fing, 
 Unto Chrift our heav'niy King ; 
 Who indur'd the Crofs and Grave, 
 Sinners to redeem and fave. Hallelujah. 
 
 g But the anguifh he endur*d. 
 Our faivation has procurd. 
 Now he reigns above the fky, 
 Where Angels ever cry, Hallelujah. 
 
 For EASTER DAY. {Third Hymn.) 
 St. ANN'S TUNE. 
 
 CHRIST from the dead is rais'd, and mad€ 
 The firft fruits of the tomb ; 
 For, as by man came death, by man 
 Did refureftion come. 
 
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 Did guilt and death derive ; 
 So, by the righteoufnefs of Chrift, 
 
 Shall all be made alive. 
 
 J If then ye rifen are with Chrift, 
 
 Seek only how to get 
 
 The things that are above, where Chrift 
 
 At God*s right-hand is fet, 
 
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 The God whom we adore, 
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 WESTONFAVEL TUNE. 
 
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 Infpire the fouls of thine, 
 'Till evVy heart which thou haft made 
 Is fill'd with grace divine. 
 
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 And facred comforter, one God 
 
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 As in all ages heretofore, 
 
 Hasconftantly been done, 
 As now it is ; and (hall be fo, 
 
 *:When time his courfe has run. Hymn 
 
( 48 ) 
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 YARMOUTH TUNE, 
 
 T> ETIMES, on that aufpicious morn, 
 
 JLJ When the long promised Chrifl was born ; 
 
 An Angel unto Shepherds came, 
 
 The glorious tidings to proclaim ; 
 
 Around him heavenly fplendor (hone, 
 
 Glories before them unknown. 
 
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 "** Shepherd's, I call to you, rejoice, 
 ** To David's City, haft away, 
 ** There Chrift, the Lord, is born to day ; 
 •* Laid in a manger, there you'll find, 
 " The promis'd Saviour of mankind. 
 
 Soon as the Angel made an end, 
 They faw the heavenly troops defcend. 
 In radient clouds, on high, they hung, 
 And thus in ftrains Celeftial fung; 
 To God on high, all praife beftow, 
 Peace and good will to men below. 
 
 Shall Angels fing our Saviours name, 
 With loud applaufe his birth proclaimj 
 And fhall not we, with voice and heart, 
 With them, in confort, join our part ; 
 Glory to him in praifes fing, 
 Who this day, did Salvation bring* 
 
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 AWAKE, my foul, and with the fun. 
 Thy daily ftage of duty run, 
 Shake off dull floth, and joyful rife, 
 
 To pay thy morning facrifice. 
 Thy precious time mifpent, redeem. 
 
 Each prefent day thy laft efteem. 
 Improve thy talent with due care. 
 For the great day, thyfelf prepare. 
 
 In converfation be fmcere, 
 
 Keep confcience as the noon-tide clear : 
 Think how all-feeing God thy ways. 
 
 And all thy fecret thoughts furveys. 
 By influence of the light divine. 
 
 Let thy own light to others Xhine, 
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 In ardent love, and chearful praife. 
 Wake, and lift up thy felf, my heart. 
 
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 Who all night long unwearied fing, 
 
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 I wake, I wake, ye heavenly choir. 
 
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 That I like you my age may fpend. 
 
 Like you may on my God attend. 
 May I like you in God delight. 
 
 Have ail day long my God in fight. 
 Perform like you m.y Makers will, 
 
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50 MORNING HYMN. 
 
 Had I your wings to Heaven Vd fly^ 
 
 But God fhall that defeft fupply, 
 And my foul wing'd with warm defire. 
 
 Shall all day long to Heav'n afpire. 
 All praife to thee, who fafe haft kept. 
 
 And haft refrefli'd me whilft I flept ; 
 Grant, Lord, when I from death ihall wake, 
 
 I may of endlefs light partake. 
 I would not wake, nor rife again, 
 
 Ev'n Heaven itfelf I would difdain, 
 Were't not thou there to be enjoy'd. 
 
 And I in hymns to be employ'd. 
 Heav'n is, dear Lord, where e'er thou art^ 
 
 O n^ver then from me depart : 
 For to my foul, 'tis Hell to be. 
 
 But for one moment, void of thee. 
 Lord, I my vows to thee renew, 
 
 Difperfe my fins as Morning devt^. 
 Guard my firft fprings of thought and wills 
 
 And with thy felf my fpirit fill. 
 Direfl:, controul, fuggeft, this day, 
 
 All I defign, or do, or fay. 
 That all my powers with all their might. 
 
 In thy fole glory may unite. 
 Praife God from whom all blefSngs flow, 
 
 Praife him all creatures here below> 
 Praife him above ye heavenly hoft, 
 
 fjaife Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft. 
 
 ALL. 
 
EVENING HYMN. 51 
 
 ALL praile to thcc, my God, this nighty 
 For all the bleflings of the light, 
 Keep me, O keep me, King of Kings, 
 
 Beneath thy own Almighty wings. 
 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, 
 
 The ill that I this day have done ; 
 That with the world, my felf and thee>, 
 
 I, e'er I fleep, at peace may be. 
 Teach me to live, that I may dread 
 
 TTie grave as little as my bed ; 
 To die, that this vile body may 
 
 Rife Glorious at the awful day. 
 O! may my foul on thee repofe. 
 
 And may fweet fleep mine eye-lids clcfe^ 
 Sleep that may me more vigorous make. 
 
 To ferve my God when I awake. 
 When in the night I fleeplefs lie. 
 
 My foul with heavenly thoughts fupply^ 
 Let no ill dreams difturb my reft. 
 
 No powers of darknefs me moleft* 
 Dull fleep of fenfe me to deprive, 
 
 I am but half my time alive. 
 Thy faithful lovers, Lord, are griev'd. 
 
 To lie fo long of thee bereav'd. 
 But tho' fleep o'er my frailty reigns. 
 
 Let it not hold me long in chains ; 
 And now and then let loofe my heart, 
 
 Till it an hallelujah dart. 
 The fafl:er fleep the fenfes binds. 
 
 The more unfetter'd are our minds, 
 O may my foul, from matter free,. 
 
 Thy loveliaefs unclouded fee. 
 
 O when 
 
52 EVENING HYMN. 
 
 O when fliall I in endlefs day. 
 
 For ever chace dark lleep away. 
 And hymns with the fupernal choir, 
 
 Inceflant fing and never tire ! 
 O may my Guardian, while I fleep, 
 
 Clofe to my bed his vigils keep^ 
 His love angelical inftil, 
 
 Stop all the avenues of ill. 
 May he coeleftial joy rehearfe, 
 
 And thought to thought with me converfe. 
 Or in my ftead* all the night long, 
 
 Sing to my God a grateful fong. 
 Praife God from whom all bleffings flow, 
 
 Praife him all creatures here below, 
 Praife him above ye heav'n]y hoii, 
 
 Praife Father, Son, and Holy Ghoft, 
 
 GLORIA P A T R L. 
 
 To the Tune of the Easter Hymn. 
 
 LET us to the Father fing, Hallelujah. 
 To the Son, our glorious King, Hallelujah, 
 To the Spirit ever bleft. Hallelujah, 
 
 Praife eternal be addreft. Hallelujah, 
 God the Son for finners died, 
 
 God the Father's fatisfied ; 
 God the fpirit. Heavenly dove, 
 
 Tune our fouls to fing thy love, Hallelujah. 
 Hail to thee bleft One in Three, 
 
 Was, and is, and e'er {hall be, 
 God fupreme, whom we adore. 
 
 Now, henceforth, and evermore, Hallelujahs 
 
 FINIS. 
 
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