F-46.103 ,A/Pflund, that it might be very considerably abridged, without any detriment: — that some entire Parts, and many stanzas of other Parts, ef the Psalms, and that some entire Hymns, and many stanzas of others, might very well be spared; as the subject matter and sentiments of them, were contained, and as well or better ex- pressed, in what would still remain. By such an abridgment some important advantages would be gained: redundancies would be re- trenched; passages of little merit would be ex- cluded; some Parts of Psalms and some Hymns, 90 prolix and complex as seldom, perhaps never to be given out in publick, would be reduced to eonvenient and excellent portions for use; es- pecially, room would be made for the admission «)f not a small number of Select Hymns, from varieai an(hors, eligible either fir- (h< r h- steilmg worth, or for their suitableness to supply the de* ficiencies of Watts. And thus, if the desiga were judiciously executed, a body of Psalms and Hymns would be formed, more compact, more complete, and more worthy of extensive adoption for permanent use, than any before presented to our churches. To the high purposes of Psalmody, good and well adapted l\ines are essentially requisite. To aid the laudable exertions of respectable so- cieties and individuals, for the general and es- tablished use of such tunes, was a primary ob- ject of this work. It was found to be the opin- ion of many, well qualified to judge, that a small but judicious selection of tunes, in the same book with the Psalms and Hymns, would be useful m several respects; as it might eon- tribute to restrain the, too common vagrancy of singing choirs, and to give permanency to the use of a standard set of tunes — would be a great convenience to singers in the choir, who might wish to refresh their memories in regard to the tune to be sung — and would be a help to many others in the congregation, who, by occasionally casting their eyes upon the tune, would be able to join in the performance, of this pleasing, ani- mating, and exalted part of divine worship. The effeot of publick psalmody is often ex- ceedingly marred, by a psalm or hymn being sung to an ill adapted tune. The leaders of singing choirs are not always persons of good taste and judgment; and the best qualified leadeir cannot always at the moment, so fully possess himself ofthe sentiments of the portion given out, as immediately to recur to a tune well suited to express them. It might therefore, it was thought, be highly useful, to sit down at leisure, and refer each psalm and hymn, not merely to the proper key, but to a suitable tune. The grand defect of our public psalmody in general is '.ho walit of pvopev ex predion. Should VI PREFACE. a preacher deliver his sermon in an unanimated, monotonous manner, not varying the move- ment, or quantity, or tone of voice, nor even observing the pauses, be his sermon ever so good, or his pronunciation ever so exact,his hear- ers might sleep, and his labour be lost. So tbe best psalm may be sung to tbe best tune, and «very note, in the several parts, be sounded •with the utmost exactness, and yet the per- formance have little interest or effect. That performance of psalmody, and that only, is en- titled to be called good, in which the movement, quantity, and tone of voice, are well adapted to the general subject, and so varied as justly to express the different thoughts, sentiments, and passions. This, it is confessed, is an attain- ment of no small difficulty; and requires no ordinary degree of judgment and taste, atten- tion and practice. Its importance, however, demands that every thing which can be done in aid of it, should be done. To assist singers ex- tensively, in this essential, but neglected part of good psalmody, no method appeared more eligible, than that of so marking the psalms and hymns, by means of certain symbols, as to in- dicate, as correctly as possible, the requisite va- riations of movement, quantity, and tone of voice. Such were the views of the Compiler, when he took up the design of this work. He was sensible in the outset, and became more and more deeply so in the progress of the under- taking, that it was a design of difficult execu- tion, and of no ordinary responsibility; and in regard to its several parts, he has not failed to avail himself, as opportunity offered, of the judgment of clergymen, musicians, and others, respectable in character, and judicious in mat- ters of this kind. From several of them he has received very valuable hints; and to the Rev. Dr. Griffin of Boston, and the Rev. Mr. Willard of Deerfield, he is under particular obligations. Upon himself, however, the re sponsibility of the work at large, both as to de- sign and execution, must rest. His Abridgment of Br. Watts has been ex ecuted with a cautious and trembling hand; and, he would fain hope, in a manner not to offeno the pious and judicious admirers of that justly venerated psalmist. In regard to Christian doctrine and sentiment, Watts remains unal- tered and unimpaired; and in what is retained of his Book, even the verbal alterations are very few, and only such as seemed mo3t obvi- ously requisite. It deserves particular notice, that the numer- ical designations of the psalms and hymns, parts and stanzas, retained, are the same as in Watts unabridged, and when the last verse or verses are omitted the omission is denoted by a ■ No confusion, therefore, need ensue in a con- gregation should the minister use this book, while the people are yet furnished wholly or in part with the common book. The Selection of Hymns from various Au- thors has been made with laborious care; after a perusal of all the Hymns which the Compiler could well procure, and with repeated aud so- licitous revision. To have adopted all the hymns extant which are good, would have swelled the book to an undue size. The design was to se- lect a competent number of such as would form the best supplement to Watts; regard being had at once to intrinsic merit, to particu- lar subjects and occasions, and to variety of metre. Of Times, as well as of hymns, it is much less easy to make a selection than a collection. It is not expectel, indeed, that singing choirs will restrict themselves entirely to the use of the tunes contained in this book, even in the churches, or congregations, in which the book may be adopted. The Compiler, however, is fixed in the persuasion, that these tunes are of the kind of musick the best adapted to general use in the house of God. While they have long borne the test of musical criticism, they are simple, easy, and grave; while they will gratify a highly cultivated taste, they may be perform- ed without difficulty or embarrassing solicitude, by a common choir, and heard without distrac- tion or wondering curiosity, by a common con- gregation. He is also fully persuaded, and in this persuasion he is sure of the concurrence of the best judges, that the adoption of a few well chosen tunes, for permanent use, would be vastly preferable to a great variety, and a fre- quent change. The prurience, indeed, for va- riety and change is the bane of our publick psalmody. It can never be sufficiently regret- ted that good tunes, as soon as the singers have learned to perform them with tolerable cor- rectness, and just as the congregation begin to be pleased with them, should be capriciously exchanged for others. Good tunes, to be per- formed with any adequate effect, must be per- fectly familiar to the performers. It is impos- sible that a psalm or hymn should be performed with proper expression, when the tune is not familiar; and until singing choirs will be content with the use of a few standard tunes, not en- tirely excluding, however, the occasional use of others, Expression, that most important pail of good musical performance will be hut little \ F11E1AOE. VII known. Besides, good tunes must be famil- iarized by use, before their beauties and excel- lencies will be in any good degree perceived and felt; the longer and better they are practised, the more they will be loved and admired; and when they are lightly esteemed, or willingly exchanged for others, it must be owing not to a familiar acquaintance with them, but to the want of such acquaintance. In assigning particular tunes far the several psalms and hymns, regard has been had, not merwly to the different key, but also to the pe- culiar air and character of each tune, and its appropriate adaptation to the psalm or hymn for which it is assigned. If therefore, in any instance, the leader of the choir, for some par- ticular reason, think it not best to sing the tune, or either of the tunes, referred to; still the reference may be of use, as a direction to the sort of tune, suitable to be chosen. Of the several parts of this undertaking, that of marking the psalms and hymns -with ref- erence to Expression, was not the least diffi- cult. To indicate indeed, all the variations, which a skilful and well practised performer would observe, were impracticable; to desig- nate some of the principal of them only, is what has been attempted. The method adopted for this purpose is simple, and easy to be under- stood. The movement is divided into five degrees, which are supposed to be indicated by five vow- els, in Roman letter: viz. a — very slow; e — slow; i — common; o — quick; u — very quick: but in the actual marking, the i is omitted; as it was deemed unnecessary for passages requiring only the common movement to be marked. — The quantity of voice is also divided into five de- grees, which, in like manner, are indicated by the same vowels in Italick letter, viz. a — very soft; e — soft; i — common, but omitted in the marking; a — loud; u — very loud. In some passages a variation is required both of movement and quantity. The Pathetick in general, and some other kinds of sentiment, re- quire the slow and soft: this expression is de- noted by the letter p. The Grand requires the slow and loud; this expression is denoted by the letter g. The Beautiful requires the quick and soft; this expression is denoted by the let- ter b. The Spirited requires the quick and loud; this expression is denoted by the letter s. Some passages require, not any considerable change from the common, either in movement or quantity; but either a peculiar distinctness of utterance, or some peculiar distinction in the tone, or modulation of voice. This expression, or rather these varieties of expression, are de- noted by the letter d. This symbol is intended, not so much to indicate the particular manner of performance, as to arrest attention, and no- tify that some peculiar manner is required. Where it is applied, however, whether to pas- sages marked as quotations, or to such as ex- press abhorrence, scorn, indignation, or any other passion or feeling, the judicious performer will in general readily perceive the requisite expression. If a psalm or hymn begins without any sym- bol of expression, it is to be considered as com- mon, until some symbol is applied. When any symbol is applied, that is to be considered as being continued, until some other occurs. The short dash ( — ) after any other symbol, de- notes the passage to be in all respects common. The general character of each psalm or hymn, as before intimated, is intended to be designated, by the tune, or tunes to which it is referred; and in applying the symbols of expres- sion, each passage of the psalm or hymn has been considered relatively to the prevailing character of the whole, and to the bearings of the several passages. Hence, some passages are marked differently from what they would have been, had the psalm or hymn to which they belong, been of a different prevailing char- acter, or the passages with which they stand connected required different kinds of expres- sion. In the Punctuation regard has been had to musical expression. In some instances, there- fore, different points or pauses are inserted, from what would have been used, had the grammatical construction, only, been regarded. The dash is intended to denote an expressive suspension. In order to good expression, a dis- tinct and judicious observance of the pauses is absolutely necessary. In reference to persons, the relative ivlm is preferred to that, because it is better for mu- sical sound. For the same reason, in reference to things, that is preferred to -which. It will not be unexpected to the compiler, if not a few should consider all that he has done and said with reference to expression, as wor- thy of little attention: for he is fully aware that, by a great majority even of singers in our coun- try, this subject has been almost totally over- looked. He does, however, entertain the hope, that by some, and by many, it will not be lightly- regarded. In this hope he is strengthened bv the knowledge he has of a pretty extensive ex- citement, which promises well for improvement in this respect. Expression is certainly the ▼Ill PREFACE. Tery srml of good musical performance, and cannot be too earnestly recommended. In sing- ing schools, and in meetings for singing, the practice has been to employ the time in merely learning, or rehearsing tunes, with very little attention to psalms or hymns. This is a cap- ital fault. If in those schools and meetings, a due proportion of the time were employed in singing psalms and hymns, with particular re- gard to expression, the exercise would be vastly more interesting and improving. Such a prac- tice would eminently serve to engage attention — to awaken thought and feeling — to cultivate judgment and taste; above all, to preserve the minds of singers from fickleness and levity— to Salem, Nov. 1S14-. imbue them with the divine sentiments of Holy Song — and to impress them with the import- ance of singing "with grace in their hearts unto the Lord." It only remains for the Compiler humbly t« commend this Book to the candour of the re- ligious publick — with the devout hope, that it will promote their improvement and delight in the high praises of God: and above all, to the favour of Him, who is "fearful in praises," and whose approbation is the highest meed — with the fervent prayer, that, under his gracious blessing, it may contribute to the advancement of his great salvation, and to the glory of his adorable Name. a — Very slow. e — Slow, o — Quick, u — Very quick. HEX OF EXPRESSION. a — Very soft. J r— Soft, o— Loud. [ « — Very lftud. d — Variously distinctive. p — Slow and soft. b — Quick and soft, g — Slow and loud. s — Quick and loud. VySec the Explanation in the foregoing Preface.— -Tfte Preface should be read attentively. CHRISTIAN PSALMODY. PJLRT I. WATTS'S PSALMS ABRIDGED. PSALM I. CM. The Way and End of the Righteous and of the Wicked. 1 TjLEST is the man who shuns the place, Jfj Where sinners love to meet; Who fears to tread their wicked ways, And hates the scoffer's seal. 2 But in the statutes of the Lord, Has plac'd his chief delight; By day he reads or hears the word, And meditates by night, o 4 Green as the leaf, and ever fair, Shall his profession shine; W T hile fruits of holiness appear, Like clusters on the vine. p 5 Not so the impious and unjust; What vain designs they form! Their hopes are blown away like dust, Or chaff, before the storm, g 6 Sinners in judgment shall not stand Amongst the sons of grace, When Christ the Judge, at his right hand, Appoints his saints a place. - ' York, Canterbury. L. M. The Difference between the Righteous and the Wicked. 1 HAPPY the man, whose cautious feet Shun the broad way that sinners go; Who hates the place where atheists meet, And fears to talk as scoffers do. 2 He loves t' employ his morning light Amongst the statutes of the Lord; And spends the wakeful hours of night, With pleasure, pondering o'er the word. ! .1 He, like a plant by gentle streams, Shall flourish in immortal green; b \nd heav'n will shine with kindest beams, On every work his hands begin. e 4 But sinners find their counsels cross'd: As chaff before the tempest flies, So shall their hopes be blown and lost — g When the last trumpet shakes the skies. 1 " * Querry. Bath PSALM 2. S. M. Christ dying, rising, inter ceding, and reigning. 1 \y| A KER S and sov'reign Lord, 1? | Of heaven and earth and 6eas, i?iv providence confirms thy wr And 8n c *yprs thy o'ecrfe* 2 The things, so long foretold By David, are fulfill'd; p W r hen Jews and Gentiles rose to slay Jesus, thy holy child, o 6 Now he's ascended high, And asks to rule the earth; The merit of his blood he pleads, And pleads his heavenly birth — 7 He asks, and God bestows A large inheritance; — g Far as the world's remotest ends His kingdom shall advance, e 8 The nations that rebel Must feel his iron rod; o He'll vindicate those honours well Which he receiv'd from God. Dover. Sutton. C. M. Christ Exalted and his- Enemies -wanted- p 1 WHY did the u at ions join to slay The Lord's anointed Son! 1 Why did they cast his laws away, And tread his gospel down? — 2 The Lord, who sits above the skies, Derides their rage below; He speaks with vengeance in his eyes, And strikes their spirits through, d 3 "I call him my eternal Son, And raise him from the dead; I make my holy hill his throne, And wide his kingdom spread." e 5 Be wise, ye rulers of the earth. Obey th' anointed Lord; Adore the King of heavenly birth, And tremble at his word, o 6 With humble love address his throne; For if he frown, ye die; — Those are secure, and those alone, Who on his gr ce rely. Bedford St. Jinn's PSALM 6. C. M. Doubts and Fears suppressed; or, God our Defence from Sin and Satan. p 1 "\/|Y God, how many are my fears! ; w J How fast my foes increase! — Conspiring my eternal death, They break my present peace, e 2 The lying tempter would persuade, There's no relief in heav'n; And all my spelling sins appear Ten bi" to be forgivV 10 ~^3 Rut thou, my glory and my strength, Slialt on the tempter trend; Shalt silence all my threatening guilt, And raise my drooping head. g What though the hosts of death and hell All arm'd against me stood; Terrours no more shall shake my soul; My refuge is my God. f) 7 Arise, O Lord, fulfd thy grace, While 1 thy glory sing: JMy God has hroke the serpent's teeth, And Death has lost his sting. * 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs? His arm alone can save: Blessings attend thy people here, And reach beyond the grave. Canterbury. JJarby. L. M. Ver. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 8. Jl morning Psalm. 1 O LOUD, how many are my foes, Jn this weak state of flesh and blood! .My peace I hey daily discompose, But iwy defence and hope is God. e 2 Tir'd with the burdens of the day, To thee, 1 rais'd an ev'ning cry: Thou heardst when I began to pray, And thine Almighty help was nigli. — 3 Supported by thy heav'nly aid, 1 laid me down and slept secure; Not death should make my heart afraid, Though I should wake and rise no more. o i But God sustain'd me all the night: Salvation doth to God belong: fie rais'd my head to see the light, And make his praise my morning song. Worship. Arm'ey. PSALM 4, 5, 6. 7. PSALM 4. L. M. Ver. 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7. Hearing of Prayer: or, God our Portion, U7id • Ghrist our Hope. 1 f~\ GOD of grace and righteousness, \ f Hear and attend, when I complain; Thou hast enlarg'd me in di tress; Bow down a gracious ear again. 2 Ye sons of men, in vain ye try To turn my glory into shame; e How long will scoffers love to lie, And dare reproach my Saviour's name? d S Know that the Lord divides his saints From all the tribes of men beside: e He hears the cry of penitents, For the dear sake of Christ who died. — ■& When our obedient hands have done A thousand works of righteousness, u We put our trust in God alone, And glory ia his pard'ning grace. ■ — ii Let the unthinking many say, e "Who will bestow some earthly goodi"' — Hut, Lord, thy light and love we pray; Our souls desire this heav'nly food. s 6 Then shall my cheerful pow'rs rejoice, At grace and favours so divine; Nor will I change my happy choice, For all their corn, and all their wine. Green's. Islington. C. M. Ver. S. 4, 5, 8. — An Evening Psalm. 1 LOUD, thou wilt hear me when I pray; 1 am forever thine; • f ;»r before thee all the day, «\ed from the Wicked. p 1 Vl/HY ,,oes l,,e L " 1 st » n, l oft" so faf? ▼ ▼ And why conceal his facet When great calamities appear, And times of deep distress? 12 e 2 Lord, shall the wicked still deride Thy justice and thy power? Shall they advance their heads in pride, , And still thy saints devour? o 4 Arise, O Lord, lift up thine hand, Attend our humble cry; No enemy shall dare to stand, When God ascends on high, o 7 Thou -wilt prepare our hearts to pray, And cause thine ear to hear; Hearken to what thy children say, And put the world in fear. — 8 Proud tyrants shall no more oppress, No more despise the just; And mighty sinners shall confess Thev are but earth and dust. Wahal PSALM 11, 12, 13, 14, 15. PSALM 13. L. M. Pleading under Desertion: or, Hope in Dark- PSALM 11. L. M. Cod loves the Jtijhteous, and abhors the Wicked. 1 \M Y refuge is the God of love; ] V I Why do my foes insult and cry, d "Fly like a tim'rous trem'bling dove, "To distant weods or mountains fly?" ft 2 If government be once destroy 'd, (That firm foundation of our peace,) And violence make justice void, Where shall the righteous seek redress? g 3 The Lord in heav'n has fix'd his throne, His eye surveys the world below: To him all mortal things are known, His eye-lids search our spirits through, —4 If he afflicts his saints so. far, To prove their love, and try their grace; What may the bold transgressor fear? His very soul abhors their ways. g 5 On impious wretches he shall rain Tempests of brimstone, fire and death! Such as he kindled on the plain Of Sodom, with his angry breath. — G The righteous Lord loves righteous souls, Whose thoughts and actions are sincere; And with a gracious eye beholds The men who his own image bear. Psalm 97. Geneva. PSALM 12. C. M. General Corruption of Manners. 1 Tf | LLP, Lord! tor men of virtue fail, \ J Religion loses ground; The sons of violence prevail, And treacheries abound, e 2 Their oaths and promises they break. Yet act the flatt'rer's part; With fair deceitful lips they speak, And with a double heart. 4 Scoffers appear on every side, Where a vile race of men Is raised to seats of pow'r and pride, And bears the sword in vain. 5 Lord, when iniquities abound, And blasphemy grows bold, When faith is hardly to be found, And love is waxiug cold; — o G Is not thy chariot hast'ning on? Hast thou not giv'n the sign? May we not trust and live upon A promise so divine? g 8 Thy word like silver sev'n times try 'd, Through ages shall endure; The men who in thy truth confide, Shall find thy promise sure. Plymouth. p 1 |J OW long, O Lord, shall I complain, I Like one who seeks his God in vaiur Canst thou thy face for ever hide, And I still pray, and be denied? 2 Shall I for ever be forgot, As one whom thou regarclest not? Still shall my sou,! thine absence mourn, And still despair of thy return? 3 How long shall my poor troubled breast Be with these anxious thoughts oppre3f ? And Satan, my malicious foe, Kejoice to see me sunk so low? — 4 Hear, Lord, and grant me quick relief, Before my death conclude my grief; e If thou withhold thy heav'nly light, 1 sieep in everlasting night. — 5 How will the pow'rs of darkness boast,. If but one praying soul be lost? o But 1 have trusted in thy grace, And shall again behold thy face. — 6 Whate'er my fears or foes suggest, Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest: o My heart shall feel thy love, and raise My cheerful voice to songs of praise. I'leyevs. Jrmlry. PSALM 14. CM. First Pakt. By Nature all Men are Sinners. 1 Tj^OOLS, iri their hearts, believe and say, IP "That all religion's vain; "There' is no God who reigns on high, "Or minds th' affairs of men." 2 From thoughts so dreadful and profane, Corrupt discourse proceeds; And in their impious hands are found Abominable deeds. 3 The Lord, from his celestial throne, Look'd down on things below, To find the man who sought his grace, Or did his justice know. 4 By nature all are gone astray, ■ Their practice all the same: There's none who fears his Maker's handj There's none who loves his name. 5 Their tongues are used to speak deceit, Their slanders never cease; How swift to-mischief are their feet, Nor know the paths of peace. 6 Such seeds of sin, that bitter root, In ev'ry heart are found; Nor can they bear diviner fruit, 'Till grace refine the ground. TVulsal. Plymouth . PSVLM 15. L M. Duties to God and Man: or, the Ciiiustian. e 1 11S7HO shall ascend thy heavenly place, Great God, and dwell befoi e thy face? -The man who minds religion now, And humbly walks with God below. 2' Whose hands are pure,whose heart is clean; Whose lips still speak the thing they mean; No slanders dwell upon his tongue: He hates to do his neighbour wrong. 3 [Scarce will he trust an ill report, Nor vent it to his neighbour's hurt: Sinners of state he can despise, But saints are honour'd in his eyes I PSALM 16, 17, 18. 13 4 [Firm to his word he ever stood, And always makes liis promise good: ]\ T or dares to change the thing he swears, Whatever pain or loss he bears.] 5 [He never deals in bribing gold, And mourns that justice should be sold; While others gripe and grind the poor, Sweet charity attends his door.] • 6 He loves his enemies, and prays For those who curse him to his face; — And does to all men still the same That he would hope or wish from them. 7 Yet when his holiest works are done, His soul depends on grace alone: — o This is the man thy face shall see, And dwell for ever, Lord, with thee. . Leeds. Oporto. PSALM 16. L. M. Fikst Part. Good (forks profit Men, not God. e 1 "|_JKESERVE me, Lord, in time of need, For succour to thy throne I flee, But have no merits there to plead; My goodness cannot reach to thee. e 2 Oft have my heart and tongue confest, How empty and how poor I am; My praise can never make thee blest,, Nor add new glories to thy name. — 3 Yet, Lord, thy saints on earth may reap Some profit by the good we do; These are the company I keep, These are the choicest friends I know. 4 Let others choose the sons of mirth, To give a relish to their wine; 1 love the men of heavenly birth, Whose tho'ts and language are divine. Portugal. L. M. Third Pakt. Courage in Death, and Hope of the Resur- rection. 1 WHEN God is nigh, my faith is strong, His artn is my almighty prop; o Be glad my heart, rejoice my tongue, e My dying flesh shall rest in hope. — 2 Though iu the dust I lay my head; o Yet gracious God, thou wilt not leave My soul for ever with the dead, Nor lose thy children in the grave. —3 My flesh shall thy first call obey, Shake off the dust, and rise on high; Then shalt thou lead the wondrous way, Up to tiiy throne above the sky. o 4 There streams of endless pleasure flow; And full discoveries of thy grace (Which we but tasted here below,) Spread heavenly joys thro' all the place. JSioreton. Quercy. C. M. FmsT Part. Ver. I 3. Support and Council from God. 3 LEI' Heathens to their idols haste, And worship wood or stone; But my delightful lot is cast, Where the true God is known. 4 His hand provides my constant food, He fills my daily cup; Much am I plcas'd with present good, But more rejoice in hope. 5 God is my portion and my joy; His counsels are my light; He gives me sweet advice by day, And gentle hints by night. 6 My soul would all her thoughts approve To his all-seeing eye; Not death, nor hell, my hope shall move, While such a friend is nigh. Abridge. Barby, C. M. Secoxd Part. The Death and Resurrection oj Christ. p 5 JESUS, whom ev'ry saint adores, Was crucified and slain: o Behold, the tomb its prey restores! Behold, lie lives again! — 6 When shall my feet arise and stand On heav'n's eternal hills; o There sits the Son at God's right hand, And there the Father smi'es. Sunday Tioxoloscy. PSALM 17. S. M. Ver. 13, Sec. Portion of Saints, and of Sinners. 1 A RISE, my gracious God, _/\ And make the wicked flee; They are but thy chastising rod, To drive thy saints to thee, p 2 Behold, the sinner dies, His haughty words are vain; Here — in this life his pleasure lies, And all beyond is pain, e 3 Then let his pride advance, And boast of all his store; — The Lord is my inheritance, My soul can wish no more. o 4 I shall behold the face Of my forgiving God; And stand complete in righteousness, Wash'd in my Saviour's blood, s 5 There's a new heav'n begun, When 1 awake from death — Drest in the likeness of thy Son, And draw immortal breath. Peckham. L. M. The Saint's Hope: or, the Resurrection. 3 WHAT sinners value, I resign; Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine: o 1 shall behold thy blissful face, And stand complete in righteousness. p 4 This life's a dream, an empty show, — But the bright world to which I go — o Hath joys substantial and sincere; e When shall I wake and find me there? — 5 O glorious hour! O blest abode' I shall be near, and like my God! And flesh and sin no more control The sacred pleasures of the soul, a 6 My flesh shall slumber in the ground, — 'Till the last trumpet's joyful sound; s Then burst the chains with sweet surprise. And in my Saviour's image rise. Islington. PSALM 18. L. M. Fiiist Part. Ver. 1 G, 15 18. Deliverance front Despair: or, Temptations overcome. 1 fTMIF.E will I love, O Lord, my strength, I My rock, my tow'r, my high defence; Thy mighty arm shall be my trust, For I have found salvation thence, e 2 Death, and the terrors of the grave, Stood round me with their dismal shade; While floods of high temptation rose, And made my sinking soul afraid) 14 TSALM 19. e 3 I saw the op'ning gates of hell, With endless pains ami sorrows there; Which none, out they that feel, can tell, While I was hurried to despair. 4 In my distress 1 call'd ray God, When 1 could scarce believe him mine; — He bow'd his ear to my complaint; © Then did his grace appear divine. o 6 Temptations fled at his rebuke, The Wast of his almighty breath; He sent salvation from on high, And drew me from the depths of death. s 8 My song for ever shall record That terrible, that joyful hour; And give the glory to the Lord, Due to his mercy anil his pow'r. Greciis. L. M. Second Part. Ver. 20 -26. Sincerity proved and rewarded. 1 LORD, thou hast seen my soul sincere, Hast made thy truth and love appear; Before mine eyes I set thy laws, And thou hastown'd my righteous cause. 'p 3 What sore temptations broke my rest! e What wars and struggling* in my breast! — But, thro' thy grace that reigns within, I guard against my darling sin. 4 The sin that close besets me still, That works and strives against my will; e When shall thy Spirit's sov'reign pow'r Destroy it, that it rise no more? — 5 With an impartial hand, the Lord Deals out to mortals their reward: The kind and faithful soul shall find A God as faithful and as kind. 6 Thejust and pure shall ever say, Thou art more pure, more just than they; o And men who love revenge shall know, u God hath an arm of vengeance too. Armley. L. M. Third Part. Ver. 30, 31, 34, 35, 36, &c. Rejoicing in God: or, Salvation arul Triumph 1 JUST are thy ways, and true thy word, e Great Rock of my secure abode; —Who is a God beside the Lord? g Or where's a refuge like our God? — 2 'Tis he who girds me with Ins might, Gives me his holy sword to wield; And, while with sin and hell I fight, Spreads his salvation for my shield. o 3 He lives, (and blessed be my Rock,) The God of my salvation lives; The dark designs of hell are broke; e Sweet is the peace my Father gives. —4 Before the scoffers of the age, 1 will exalt my Father's name; 3Sor tremble at their mighty rage, But meet reproach and bear the shame. 5 To David and his royal seed, Thy grace for ever shall extend; Thy love to saints, in Christ their head, Knows not a limit, nor an end. Quercy. JVant-ivich. C. M. First Part. Victory and Triumph over Temporal Enemies. 1 WE love thee, Lord, and we adore; Now is thine arm reveal'd; Thou art our strength, our heav'nlv tow'r, Our bulwark and our shield. 2 We flv to our eternal Rock, And fiVd a sure defence: -His holy name our lips invoke, And draw salvation thence. 3 When God our leader shines in arms. What mortal heart «an bear The thunder of his loud alarms? The lightning of his spear? -4 He rides upon the winged wind, Atid angels in array, In millions, wait to know his mind, And swift as flames obey. -5 He speaks — and at his fierce rebuke Whole armies are dismay'd; His voice, his frown, his angry look, Strikes all their courage dead. -6 He forms our geti'rals for the field, With all their dreadful skill; Gives them his awful sword to wield, And makes them hearts of steel. 8 Oft has the Lord whole nations blest, For his own churches' sake; The pow'rs that give his people rest Shall of his care partwke. Mear. PSALM 19. S. M. First Part. The Book of Mature and the Scriptures, 1 1JEHOLD, the lofty sky fi Declares its maker God; And all his starry works on high Proclaim his pow'r abroad. 2 The darkness and the light Still keep their course the samej While night to day, and day to night, Divinely teach his name. 3 In ev'ry diff 'rent land, Their gen'ral voice is known; They shew the wonders of his hand, And orders of his throne. 4 Ye Christian lands rejoice, Here he reveals his word; Wc are not left to nature's voice, To bid us know the Lord. 5 His statutes and commands Are set before our eyes; He puts his Gospel in our hand?, Where our salvation lies. 6 His laws are just and pure, His truth without deceit, His promises for ever sure, AntLhis rewards are great. — Watchman. Sufioi/. S. M. Second Part. God's Word most excellent: or, holy Fear 3 HOW perfect is thy word! And all thy judgments just; For ever sure thy promise, Lord, And men securely trust. 4 My gracious God, how plain Are thy directions giv'n! O m«v I never read in vain, But find the path to heav'n. 5 I hear thy word with love, And I would fain obey; Send thy good Spirit from above To guide me, lest I stray. 6 O who can ever find The errours of his ways 3 Yet, with a bold presumptuous mint], 1 would not dare transgress PSALM 20, 21, 22. 15 7 Warn me of ev'ry sin, Forgive my secret faults, And cleanse this guilty soul of mine, Whose crimes exceed my thoughts. — 8 While, with my heart and tongue, I spread thy praise abroad; Accept the worship aud the song, My Saviourand my God. Dover. Pelham. L. M. Nature and Scripture compared. 1 THE heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord, In every star thy wisdom shines; o But when our eyes behold thy word, We read thy name in fairer lines. — 2 The rolling sun, the changing light, And nights and days thy pow'r confess; o But the blest volume thou hast writ Reveals thy justice and thy grace. — S Sun, moon and stars convey thy praise, Hound the whole earth, and never stand; o So when thy truth began its race, It touch'd and glanc'd on ev'ry land, o 4 Nor shall thy spreading gospel rest, 'Till thro' the world thy truth has run; v Till Christ has all the nations blest, That see the light, or feel the suu. e 5 Great Suu of Righteousness, arise; — -Bless the dark world with heav'uly light; Thy gospel makes the simple wise, Thy laws are pure, thy judgments right. g 6 Thy nohlest wonders here we view, In souls renew 'd, and Sins forgiv'n: Lord, cleanse my sins, my soul renew, And make thy word my guide to heav'n. Green's. Leeds. P. M. The Book of Revelation. b 5 I LOVE the volumes of thy word; — What light and joy these leaves afford; e To souls benighu-d and distrest! — Thy precepts guide my doubtful way, Thy fear forbids my feet to stray, Thy promise leads my heart to rest. C From the disoov'ries of thy law, The perfect rules of life I draw; These are my study and delight: b Not honey so invites the taste, Nor gold that has the furnace pass'd, Appears so pleasing to the sight. e 7 Thy threat'nings wake my slumb'ring eyes, And warn me where my danger lies; o Bat 'tis thy blessed gospel, Lord, That makes my guilty conscience clean, Converts my soul, subdues my sin, And gives a free, but large reward. e 8 Who knows the erroursof his tho'ts? My God, forgive my secret faults, And from presumptuous sins restrain: — Accept my poor attempts of praise, That I have read thy book of grace, And book of nature not in vain. St. Helen's. PSALM 20. L. VI. Prayer and Hope of Victory. 1 VjOW may the God of pow'r and grace !^| Attend his people's humble cry! Jehovah hears whim Isra'l prays, And brings deJiv'rance from on high. 2 The name of Jacob's God defends, Better than shield's or brazen walls; He from his sanctuary sends Succour «nd strength when Zion calls. e 3 Well he remembers all our sighs, His love exceeds our best deserts; His love accepts the sacrifice — Of humble groans and broken hearts. o 4 In his salvation is our hope; And in the name of Isra'l's God, Our troops shall lift their banners up, Our navies spread their flags abroad. — 5 Some trust in horses train'd for war, And some of chariots make their boasts: o Our surest expectations are From thee, the Lord of heav'nly hosts. — 7 Now save us, Lord, from slavish fear, Now let our hope be firm and strong; o Till thy salvation shall ap]>ear, % And joy and triumph raise the song. Blendim'. PSALM 21. V. 1 L. M. -9. Chrt9T exalt' d to t/te Kingdom. 1 TTfcAVID rejoiced in God his strength, ^ y Rais'd to the throne by special gracjt; o But Christ the Son appears at length, Fulfils the triumphs and the praise. — 2 How great is the Messiah's joy, In the salvation of thy hand! g Lord, thou hast rais'd his kingdom high, And giv'n the world to his eommaud. — S Thy goodness grants whate'er he will:, Nor does the least request withhold; Blessings of love prevent him still, And crowns of glory, uot of gold, g 4 Honour and majesty divine Around his sacred temples shine, Blest with the favour of thy facej And length of everlasting days. — Cri8tle*trr*f. PSALM 22. C. M. Second Paut. Ver. 20, 21, 27 31. Christ's Sufferings and Kingdom. p 1 "1VJQW from the roaring lion's rage^ W "O Lord, protect thy Son; "Nor leave thy darling to engage "The powers of hell alone." — 2 Thus did our suffering Saviour pray, With mighty cries and tears: o God heard him in that dreadful day. And chas'd away his fears. — 3 Great was the vict'ry of his death, His throne's exalted high; And all the kindreds of the earth, Shall worship, or shall die. 4 A num'rous offspring must arise From his expiring groans; They shall he reckon'd in his eyes For daughters and for sons. e 5 The meek and humble souls shall see, His table richly spread; — And all that seek the Lord shall be With joys immortal fed. o 6 The isles shall know the righteousness Of our incarnate God; And nations, yet unborn, profess Salvation in his blood. Bedford. St.Ahii\, L. M., Christ's Sufferings and Exaltation. p 1 NOW let our mournful songs record The dying sorrows of our Lord; When he complain'd in teai-3 and blood, As one fyrsakeu ofhh God. 16 e 2 The Jews beheld him thus forlorn, And shook Iheir heads, and laugh'd in scorn; fi "He rescu'd others from the grave; "Now let him try himself to save. 3 "This is the man did once pretend "Roil was his Father and his Friend; "If God the blessed lov'd him so, "Why doth he fail to help him now?" o 4 Barbarous people! cruel priests! How they stood round like savage beasts! Like lions gaping to devour, When God had left him in their pow'r. p 5 They wound his head, his hands, his feet, 'Till streams of blood each other meet; By lot his garments they divide, And mock the pangs in which he died. — 6 But God his Father heard his cry; o Rais'd froiu the dead, he reigns on high; — The nations learn his righteousness, And humble sinners taste his grace. Carthage PSALM 23, 24, 25. PSALM 23. L. M. God our Shepherd. Y shepherd is the living Lord; Now shall my wants be wellsupply'd: His providence and holy word Become my safety and my guide. 2 In pastures where salvation grows, He makes me feed, he makes me rest; There living water gently flows, And all the food's divinely blest. p 3 My wand'ring fbet his ways mistake; — But he restores my soid to peace, o And leads me for his mercy sake* In the fair paths of righteousness. p 4 Tho' I walk thro' the gloomy vale, Where death and all its terrours are; — My heart and hope shall never fail, o For God my shepherd's with me there, e 5 Amidst the darkness and the deeps, — Thou art my comfort, thou my stay; o Thy staff supports my feeble steps, Thy rod directs my doubtful way. s 8 Surely the mercies of the Lord Attend his household all their days; There will I dwell to hear his word, To seek his face, and sing his praise. Green's. Islington. S. M. God's tender Care of his People. 1 THE Lord my shepherd is, I shall be well supply 'd: Since he is mine, and 1 am his, What can I want beside? 2 He leads me to the place, Where heav'nly pasture grows, Where living waters gently puss, o And Full salvation flows. t 3 If e'er I go astray, — He doth my soul reclaim; And guides me in his own right way, For his most holy name. 4 While he affords his aid, <5 I cannot yield to fear! e Tho' I should walk thro' death's dark shade, o My shepherd's with me there. ;i 5 In spile of all my foes, Thou dost my table spread; ' My* cup with blessings overflow ". And joy exalts my head C The bounties of thy love Shall crown my foll'wing days; Nor from thy house will 1 remove, Nor cease to speak thy praise. Jlylesbwy . Dover. PSALM 84. C. M. Dwelling -with God. 1 fipHE earth for ever is the Lord's, R With Adam's num'rous race; He rais'd its arches o'er the floods, And built it on the seas. e 2 But who among the sons of men May visit thine abode? d He who has hands from mischief clean, Whose heart is right with God? 3 This is the man may rise and take The blessings of his grace; This is the lot of those who seek The God of Jacob's face, o 4 Now let our soul's immortal powYs To meet the Lord prepare; o Lift up their everlasting doors; The King of glory's near. e 5 The King of glory — who can tell The wonders of his might? — He rules the nations; but to dwell With saints is his delight. Abridge. Bedford'. L. M. Saints dwell m Heaven.- or, Christ's Jlscensi'or.. d 1 1 HIS spacious earth is all the Lord's, And men and worms and beasts and birds; — He rais'd the building on the seas, And gave it for their dwelling place, o 2 But there's a brighter world on high, Thy palace, Lord, above the sky: e Who shall ascend that blest abode, And dwell so near his maker God? d 3 He who abhors and fears to sin, Whose heart is pure, whose hands are clean} Him shall the Lord the Saviour bless, And clothe his soul with righteousness. — 4 These are the m^n, the pious race, "Who seek the God ,f Jacob's face; o These shall enjoy the blissful sight, And dwell in everlasting light. Islington^ Pausk. o 5 Rejoice, ye shining worlds on high, — Behold the King of glory nigh! e Who can this King of glory be? o The mighty Lord, the Saviour's he. — G Ye heav'nly gates, your leaves display";, To make the Lord, the Saviour, way; o Laden with spoils from earth and hell, The Conqu'ror comes with God to dwell, g 7 Rais'd from the dead, he goes before, He opens heaven's eternal door, To give his saints a blest abode. Near their Redeemer and their God. Oporto. PSALM 25. S. M. Fihst Part. Ver 1 11. Waiting for Pardon and Direction. 1 T LIFT my soul to God, J_ My trust is in his name; e Let not my foes that seek my blood Still triumph in my shame, p 2 Sin, ami the pow'rs of hell, Persuade- me to despair: —Lord, make me know thy cov'nant we'' That I may 'scape the scare. PSALM 26, 27, 29. 17 o 3 From the first dawning light 'Till the dark ev'ning rise, For thy salvation, Lord, I wait, With ever longing eyes. e 4 Remember all thy grace, And lead me in thy truth; Forgive the sins of riper days, And follies of my youth. —5 The Lord is just and kind, The meek shall learn his ways; And every humble sinner find The methods of his grace. O 6 For his own goodness' sake, He saves my soul from shame; He pardons (though my guilt be great,) Through my Redeemer's name. Little Marlboro'. S. M. Second Part. Ver. 12, 14, 10, 13. Divine Instruction. S 1 WHERE shall the man be found, Who fears t' offend his God — Who loves the gospel's joyful sound, And trembles at the rod? — 2 The Lord shall make him know o The secrets of his heart; o The wonders of his cov'nant show, And all his love impart. — 3 The dealings of his hand Are truth and mercy still, With such as to his cov'nant stand, And love to do his will. 9 4 Their souls shall dwell at ease, Before their Maker's face; Their seed shall taste the promises, In their extensive grace. Dover. S. M. Third Part. Ver. 15 '22. Backsliding and Desertion. 1 MINE eyes and my desire Are ever to the Lord; I love to plead his promises, And rest upon his word, o 2 Turn, turn thee to my soul, Bring thy salvation near; e When will thy hand release my feet Out of the deadly snare! p 3 When shall the sov'reign grace Of my forgiving God, Restore me from those dangerous ways> My wandering feet have trod! e 4 The tumult of my thoughts Does but enlarge my woe; p My spirit languishes, my heart Is desolate and low. 7 O keep my soul from death, Nor put my hope to shame; For I have plac'd my only trust In my Redeemer's name, e 8 With humble faith I wait, To see thy face again; o Of Isra'l it shall ne'er be said, < 1 He sought the Lord in vain. Plat/ford. PSALM 26. L. M. Self-Examination: or, Evidences of Grace. 1 T UDGE iae,0 Lord, and prove my ways; •I And try my reins, and try my heart; My faith upon thy promise stays, Nor from thy law my feet depart. 3 e 2 I hate to walk, Thate to sit, With men of vanity and lies; The scoffer and the hypocrite Are the abhorrence of my eyes, o 3 Amongst thy saints will I appear, With hands well wash'd in innocence; e But when I stand before thy bar, The blood of Christ is my defence. —4 I love thy habitation, Lord, The temple where thine honours dwell'; e There shall I hear thy holy word, And there thy works of wonder telL — 5 Let not my soul be join'd at last With men of treachery and blood; Since I my days on earth have past Among the saints, and near my God. Querc y. Bath. PSALM 27. C. Al. First Paht. Ver. 1 6. The Church our Delight and Safety. 1 f 1 iHE Lord of glory is my light, X And my salvation too; o God is my strength; nor will 1 fear What all my foes can do. 2 One privilege my heart desires — e O grant me an abode Among the churches of thy saints, The temples of my God. — 3 There shall I offer my requests, And see thy beauty still; Shall hear thy messages of love, And there inquire thy will, e 4 When troubles rise, and 9torms appear^ — There may his children hide; o God has a strong pavilion, where He makes my soul abide, s 5 Now shall my head be lifted high. Above my foes around; And songs of joy and victory Within thy temple sound. Bedford. St. Martin's. C. M. Second Part. Ver. 8, 9, 13, 14.— Prayer and Hope. I SOON as I heard my Father say, d "Ye children, seek my grace," — My heart reply'd without delay, o "I'll seek my Father's face." e 2 Let not thy face be hid from rae, Nor frown my soul away; e God of my life, I fly to thee, In a distressing day. e 3 Should friends and kindred, near and defr, Leave me to want, or die; o My God would make my life his care, And all my need supply. — 4 My fainting flesh had died with grief, Had not my soul believ'd, To see thy grace provide relief — Nor was my hope deceiv'd. 5 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints,, And keep your courage up; o He'll raise your spirit when it faints. And far exceed your hope. Barty. __ St. Jnn's. PSALM 29. L. M. Storm and Thunder. 1 |^1 IVE to the Lord, ye sons of fame, \~t Give to the Lord renown and poff'rj Ascribe due honours to his name, And his eternal might wle.re. 18 2 The Lord proclaims his pow'r aloud, Over the ocean and the land; His voice divides the watery cloud, And lightnings Maze at his command. g 3 He speaks, and tempest, hail and wind, Lay the wide forest bare around; e The fearful hart and frighted hind, Leap at the ten our of the sound, g 4 To Lebanon he turns his voice, And lo, the stately cedars break; The mountains tremble at the noise, The vallies roar, the deserts quake. 5 The Lord sits sov'reign on the flood, The Thund'rcr reigns forever king; • — But makes his church his blest abode, Where we his awful glories sing. e fi In gentler language there the Lord The counsels of bis grace imparts; o Amidst the raging storm, his word Speaks peace and courage to our hearts. Psalm 97. PSALM 30. L M Vef. 6. Health, Sickness, and Recovery. 1 T7.IRM was my health, my day was bright, Jp And I presnm'd 'twould ne'er be night; Fondly I said within my heart, d "Pleasure and peace shall ne'er depart." — 2 But I forgot thine arm was strong,' Which made my mountain stand so kmg; e Soon as thy face began to hide, My health was gone, my comforts died. — 3 1 cry'd aloud to thee, my God, e "What canst thou profit by my blood? "Deep in the dust, can 1 declare "Thy truth, or sing thy goodness there? —4 "Hear me, O God of grace! I said, "And bring me- from among the dead:" o Thy word i>ebuk'd tlie pains I felt, Thy pard'ning love remov'd my guilt. --5 My groans, and tears, and forms of woe, Are turn'd to joy and praises now; 1 throw my sackcloth on the ground, And ease and gladness gird ins round. o 6 My tongue, the glory of my frame, Shall ne'er be silent of thy name; fheav'n, o Thy praise shall sound through earth and — Fot- sickness heal'd, and sins forgiv'n. Jlrmley. PSALM 31. C. M. First Paht. Ver. 5, 13—19,22, 23. Deliverance from Death. 1 "I NTO thy hand, O God of truth, My spirit I commit; Thou has redeem'd my soul from deathj And sav'd me from the pit. 2 The passions of my hope and fear Maintain'd a double strife; e- While sorrow, pain, and sin eotisprr'd, To take away my life, d 3 "My times are in thy hand," I cry'd, "Though I draw near the dnst;" — Thou art the refuge where I hide, The God in whom I trust. e 4 O make thy reconciled face Upon thy servant shine; And saw me for thy mercy's sake, For Pm entirely thine. PSALM 30, 31, 32. — 6 Thy goodness, how divinely free? How wondrous is thy grace, To those who fear thy majesty, And trust thy promises! o 7 O love the Lord, all ye his saints;, And sing his praises loud; — He'll bend his ear to your complaints, And recompense the proud. Canterbury, C. M. Second Paht. Ver. 7— 13, 18—21. Deliverance Jrom Slander and Reproach. 1 MY heart rejoices in thy name, My God, my help, my trust; Thou hast preserv'd my face from shame - , Mine honour from the dust. p 2 'My life is spent with grief,' I cry'd, 'My years consum'd in groans; 'My strength decays, mine eyes are dry'd, 'And sorrow wastes my bones.' e 3 Among mine enemies^ my name Was a mere proverb grown; While to my neighbours, 1 became Forgotten and unknown. 4 Slander and fear on ev'ry side Seiz'd and beset me round; — I to the throne of grace apply'd, And speedy rescue found. 7 Within thy secret presence, Lord, Let me forever dwell; o No fenced city, wall'd and barr'd Secures a saint so well. York. Second Paht PSALM 32. S. M. Forgiveness of Sins upon Confessioil. ° 1 i \ BLESSEDsou,s are tnev > \ f Whose sins are cover'do'eit; Divinely blest, to whom the Lord Imputes their guilt no more. — 2 They mourn their follies past, And keep their hearts with care; Their lips and lives, without deceit, Shall prove their faith sincere. c 3 While I conceal'd my guilt, I felt the fest'ring wound; — Till I confessed my sins to thee, And ready pardon found. o 4 Let sinners learn to pray, Let saints keep near the throne; Our help in times of deep distress, Is found in God atone. Dover. L. M. Fihst Paht. Repentance, Justification, and Sanctification, 1 BLEST is the man, forever blest, Whose guilt is pardon'd by his God; Whose sins, with sorrow, are confess'd, And cover'd with his Saviour's blood. 2 Blest is the man to whom the Lord Imputes not his iniquities; He pleads no merit of reward, And not on works, but grace relies. 3 From guile his heart and lips are free; His humble joy, his holy fear, With deep repentance well agree, And join to prove his faith sincere, o 4 How glorious is that righteousness, That hides and caneels all his sins! While a bright evidence of grace, Thro' his whole life appears and shines. Green's. Querent TSALM 33, 34. i<* L. M. Second Part. Conscience relieved by Confession and Pardon. # 1 While I keep silence, and conceal « My heavy guilt within my heart, What torments does my conscience feel, What agonies of inward smart! 2 I spread my sins before the Lord, And all my secret tuults confess; — Thy gospel speaks a pardoning wprd, o Thy Holy Spirit seals the grace. 3 For this shall every humbje soul Make swift addresses to thy seat; e When floods of huge temptations roll, — There shall they find a blest retreat. 4 How safe beneath thy wings I lie, e When days grow dark and storms appear; — And when I walk, thy watchful eye Shall guide rae safe from every share;. Quercy'. Bath. PSALM. 33. C. M. First Part. Works of Creation and Providence, o 1 Tl EJOICE, ye righteous, in the Lqrd, JlI This work belongs to you; Sing of his name, his ways, his word, How holy, just and true! o 2 His mercy and his righteousness Let heav'n and earth proclaim; ,— His works of nature and of grace Reveal his wondrous name. 3 His wisdom and almighty word The heav'nly arches spread; And by the Spirit of the Lord, Their shining hosts were made. 4 He bade the liquid waters flow To their appointed deep; The flowing seas their limits know, And their own stations keep. « 5 Ye tenants of the spacious earth, With fear before him stand: g He spake, and nature took its birth, And rests' on his' command. 6 He scorns the angry nations ragej And breaks their vain designs; His counsel stands, through every age, And in full glory shines. St. Martin's. Arundel, C. M. Second Part. Creatures vain; and God all-sufficient. 1 BLEST is the nation, where the Lord Has fixed his gracious throne; Where he reveals his heav'nly word, And calls their tribes Ins own. 2 His eye with infinite survey, Does the whole world behold} He form'd us all of equal clay, And knows our feeble mould, d 3 Kings are not rescu'd by the force Of armies, from the grave; Nor speed, nor courage of an horse, Can the bold rider save. e 4 Vain is the strength of beasts, or men, To hope for safety thence; o But holy souls from God obtain A strong and sure defence. e 5 God is their fear, and God their trust, When plagues or famine spread; -—His watchful eye secures the just, Among teu thousand dead. O 6 Lord, let our hearts in thee rejoice. And bless us from thy throne; For we have made thy word our choice, Aud trust thy grace alone. Colchester. Mear,. P. M. First Part. Works of Creation and Providence. o 1 YE holy souls, in God rejoice, Your Maker's praise becomes your voice, Great is your theme, your songs be new, Sing of his name, his word, his ways, His works of nature, and of grate, How wise and holy, just and true! — 2 Justice and truth he ever loves, And the whole earth his goodness proves;- His word the heav'nly arches spread, e How wide they shine from north to south* — And by the spirit of his mouth Were all the starry armies made. 3 He gathers the wide flowing aea?, Those watery treasures know their placej In the vast store-house of the deep: g He spake and gave all nature birth! And fires, and seas, and heav'n and earth, His everlasting orders keep, a 4 Let mortals tremble, and adore, A God of such resistless pow'r, Nor dare indulge their feeble rage; — Vain are their thoughts, and weak their g But his eternal counsel stands, [hands; And rules the world from age to age. St. ffellen'e- P. M. Second Part. Creatures vai?i, and God all-sufficient. p 1 O HAPPY nation, where the Lord Reveals the treasures of his word, And builds his church, his earthly throne — His eye the heathen world surveys, He form'd their hearts, he knows their wayaj But God, their Maker is unknown, d 2 Let kings rely upon their host, And of his strength the champion boast; In vain they boast, in vain rely: —In vain we irust the brutal force, Or speed or courage of an horse. To guard his rider, or to fly. e 3 The eye of thy compassion. Lord, Does more secure defence 'afford, When death, or dangers threat'ning stand; o Th} r watchful eye preserves the just, Who make thy name their fear and trust, When wars or famine, waste the land. — 4 In sickuess, or the bloody field, Thou our Physician, thou our shield, Send us salvation from thy throne: e We wait to see thy goodness shine; Let us rejoice in help divine, For all our hope is God alone;. : Cumberland. PSALM 34. L> M. First Paht. God's Care of the Saints: or, Deliverance I Prove?. 01 T OH D, T will bless thee all my day?, *j Thy praise shall dwell upon ray My soul shall glory in thy grace, [tongue; While saints rejoice to hear the son;;. — 2 Come magtiifyt.be Lord with me. Come, let us ail exalt his name; I sought the eternal God, and he Has not exposed my hope in shsfme 20 PSALM 35, 36, 37. «3I told him all my secret grief, My secret groaning reach' d his ears; — He gave my inward pains relief, And calni'd the tumult of my fears. 4 To him the poor lift up their eyes, Their faces feel the heav'nly shine; A beam of mercy from the skies Fills them with light and joy divine. o 5 His holy aneels pitch their tents Around the men who serve the Lord; — O fear and love him, all ye saints, Taste of his grace, and trust his word. C The wild young lions, pinch'd with pain And hunger, roar through all the wood; o But none shall seek the Lord in vain, Nor want supplies of real good. Portugal. Islington. C. M. Second Part. Ver. 11 22. Exhortations to Faith and Holiness. 1 COVIK, children, learn to fear the Lord; And that your days be long, Let not a false, or spiteful word Be found upon your tongue. 2 Depart from mischief, practise love, Pursue the work of peace; So shall the Lord your ways approve, And set your souls at ease. 3 His eyes awake to guard the just, His ears attend their cry: When broken spirits dwell in dust, The God of grace is nigh. C 4 What though the sorrows, here they taste, Are sharp, and tedious too; o The Lord, who saves them all at last, Is their supporter now. e 5 Evil shall smite the wicked dead; — But God secures his own; Prevents the mischief when they slide, Or heals the broken boue. e 6 When desolation, like a flood, O'er the proud sinner rolls, a Saints find a refuge in their God, For he redeem'd their souls. York. St. Martin's. PSALM 35. C. M. Second Part. Ver. 12, 13, 14. Love to Enemies, David and Christ. e 1 "B"!>EHOLD the love, the generous love, jTt That holy David shows; See how his kind aiTections move To his afflicted foes! — 2 When they are sick, his soul complains, And seems to feel the smart; The spirit of the gospel reigns, And melts his pious heart. e 3 How did his flowing tears condole. As for a brother dead! And fasting mortify his soul, While for their life he pray'd. <1 4 They groan, and curse him on their bed, s Yet still he pleads and mourns: — And double blessings on his head The righteous liod returns. oSO glorious type of heav'nly grace! Thus Christ the Lord appears; —While sinners curse, the Saviour prays, " And pities them with tears. — 6 He, the true David, Israel's King, Blest and belov'd of God, o To save us rebels dead in sin, Paid his own dearest blood. Hymn Qd. Barbv. PSALM 3fi. L. M. Ver. 5 9. Perfettiorts, Providence, and Grace of Gov, 1 th IGH in the heavens, eternal God, lt~| Thy goodness in full glory shinesj Thy truth shall break thro' every cloud, That veils and darkens thy designs. 2 Forever firm thy justice stands, As mountains their foundations keep; Wise are the wonders of thine handSj Thy judgments are a mighty deep. 3 Thy Providence is kind and large, Both man and beast thy bounty share. The whole creation is thy charge, o But saints are thy peculiar care. e 4 My God, how excellent thy grace, Whence all our hope and comfort spring } •The sons of Adam, in distress, Fly to the shadow of thy wings. 5 From the provisions of thy house We shall be fed with sweet repast; There mercy like a river flows, And brings salvation to our taste. 6 Life, like a fountain rich and free, Springs from the presence of my Lord; A ud in thy light, our souls shall see The glories promis'd in thy word. Old Hundred Sheffield. PSALM 37. C. M. Ver. I- First Part. -15. Cure of Envy, Fretfulness, and Unbelief. 1 1 \\J HY should I vex my soul, and fret? V ? To see the wicked rise? Or envy sinners, waxing great By violence and lies? e 2 As flowery grass, cut down at noon, Before the ev'ning fades; So shall their glories vanish soon, In everlasting shades. — 3 Then let me make the Lord my trust, And practise all that's good; o So shall I dwell among the just, And he'll provide me food. — 4 I to my God my ways commit, And cheerful wait his will; Thy hand, which guides my doubtful feet, Shall my desires fulfil. 5 Mine innocence shalt thou display, And make thy judgments known, Fair as the light of dawning day, o And glorious as the noon. 6 The meek at last the earth possess, And are the heirs of heav'n; True riches, with abundant peace, To humble souls arc giv'n. — — • Walsal. Canterbury C. M. Second Part. Ver. 16, 21—31. Heligion in Words and Deed^. 1 WHY do the wealthy wicked boast., And grow profanely bold? The meanest portion of the just, Excels the siimer'3 goUJ. PS^LM 38, 59. 21 6 The wicked borrows of his friends, But ne'er designs to pay; The saint is merciful, and lends, Nor turns the poor away. 3 His alms with liberal heart he gives, Among the sons of need; His mem'ry to long ages lives, And blessed is his seed. 4 His lips abhor to talk profane, To slander, or defraud; His ready tongue declares to men What he has learn'd of God. 5 The law and gospel of the Lord Deep in his heart abide; Led by the Spirit and the word, His feet shall never slide. G When sinners fall the righteous stand, Preserv'd frem every snare; They shall possess the promis'd land, And dwell forever there. Abridge. York. C. M. Third Part. Ver. 23—37. The Righteous and the Wicked. i MY God, the steps of pious men Are order'd by thy will; Though they should fall, they rise again, Thy hand supports them still. '2 The Lord delights to see their ways, Their virtue he approves-, He'll ne'er deprive them of his grace, Nor leave the men he loves. 3 The heavenly heritage is theirs, Their portion and their home; He feeds them now, and makes them heirs Of blessings long to come. e 5 The haughty sinner I have seen, Not fearing man, nor God; Like a tall bay -tree, fair and green, Spreading his arms abroad. —6 And lo, he vanish'd from the ground, Destroyed by hands unseen; e Nor I'oot, nor branch, nor leaf was found, Where all that pride had been. d 7 But mark the man of righteousness, His several steps attend; o True pleasure runs through all his -ways. And peaceful is his end. Colchester. Arundel. PSALM 38. U. M. Guilt of Conscience and Relief . p 1 A MIDST thy wrath remember love, j\ Restore thy servant Lord; Nor let a father's chast'ning prove Like an avenger's sword. 2 Thine arrows stick within my heart, My flesh is sorely prest; Between the sorrow and the smart, My spirit finds no root. e 3 My sins a heavy load appear, And o'er my head are gone; p The burden, Lord, I cannot bear, Nor e'er the guilt atone. 4 My thoughts are like a troubled sea, My head still bending down; And 1 go mourning all the day, Beneath my Father's frown. —6 All my desire to thee is known, Thine eye counts every tear; And every sigh, and every groan, Is noticed by thine car. o 7 Thou ait my God, my only hope, My God will hear my cry; My God witl bear ray spirit up, When Satan bids me die. Plpmnuth. PSALM 39. C. M. Finsx Part. Ver. 1, 2, 3. Prudence and Zeal. 1 PT^HUS I resnlv'd before the Lord, d 8 "Now will I watch my tongue; "Lest I let slip one sinful word, "Or do my neighbour wrong." — 2 If I am e'er constraiu'd to stay With men of lives profane, I'll set a double guard that day, Nor let my talk be vain. 3 I'll scarce allow my lips to speak The pious thoughts I feel; Lest scoffers should lh' occasion take To mock my holy zeal. o 4 Yet if some proper hour appear, I'll not be over aw'd; o But let the scoffing sinners hear That I can speak for God. Barby. C. M. Second Part. Ver. 4, 5, 6, 7. The Vanity of .Man as mortal. 1 TEACH me the measure of my days. Thou Maker of my frame; I would survey life's narrow space, And learn how frail I am. e 2 A span is all that we can boast, An inch or two of time; Man is but vanity and dur.t, In all his flow'r and prime. e 3 See the vain race of mortals move, Like shadows o'er the plain; o They rage and strive, desire and lovej — But all their noise is vain. 4 Some walk in honour's gaudy show; • Some dig for golden ore; They toil for heirs they know not who, And straight are seen no more. e 5 What should I wish, or wait for then, From creatures, earth and dust? e They make our expectations vain, And disappoint our trust. — 6 Mow I forbid my carnal hope. My fond desires recal; o I give my mortal interest up, And make my God my all. Bangor. Cantcrbiutj. C- M. Third Part. V. 9 13. Sick-bed Devotion. p 1 GOD of my life, look gen'.ly down, Behold the pains I feel; e But I am dumb before thy throne, Nor dare dispute thy will. — 2 Diseases are thy servants, Lord, They come at thy command; I'll not attempt a murm'ring word, Against thy chast'ning hand, e 3 Yet may I plead with humble cries, Remove thy sharp rebukes; My strength consumes, my spirit dies, Through Ihy repeated strokes. p 4 Crush'd as a moth beneath thy hand, We moulder to the dust; Our feeble pow'rs can ne'er withstand, Anxl all our beauty's lost.- 33 — 6 I'm but a sojourner below, As all my fathers were; May I be well prepared to go, When I the summons hear. 7 But if my life be spar'd a while, Before my last remove, o Thy praise shall be my business still And I'll declare^thy love. Dorset. Bishopsgate. PSALM 40. C. M. First Part. Ver. 1, 2, 3, 5, 17. A Song of Deliverance from Distress. ell WAITED patient for the Lord, 1 He bo»'d to hear my ery; He saw me resting on his word, And brought salvation nigh. — 2 He rais'd me from a horrid pit, V here mourning long I lay; And from mv bonds releas'd my feet, Deep bonds of miry clay. o 3 Firm on a rock he made me stand, And taught my cheerful tongue To praise the wonders of his hand, In a new thankful song. o 4 I'll spread his works of grace abroad,; The saints with joy shall hear; And sinners learn to make my God Their only hope and fear. s 5 How many are thy thoughts of lovt! Thy mercies, Lord, how great! —We have not words, nor hours enough, Their numbers to repeat. 6 When Fin afflicted, poor and low, And light and peace depart; o My God beholds my heavy woe, And bears me on his heart. Abridge. York. C. M. Secosd Paiit. Ver. 6 9. The Incarnation and Sacrifice of Christ. d I THUS saith the Lord, "Your work is vain, "Give your burnt oft'Vmgs o'er "In dying goats and bullocks slain, "My soul delights no more." 2 Then spake the Saviour, "Lo, I'm here; "My God, to do thy will; "Whate'er thy sacred books declare, "Thy servant shall fulfil." o 4 And see — the blest Redeemer comes — Th' eternal Son appears, And at the appointed time assumes The body God prepares. . — 5 Much lie reveal'd his Father's grace, And much his truth he show'd; And preach'd the way of righteousness, Where great assemblies stood. e 6 His Father's honour touch'd his heart, He pity'd sinners cries; —And to fulfil a Saviour's part Was made a sacrifice. p 7 No blood of beasts, on altars shed, Could wash the conscience clean; o But the rich sacrifice he paid Atones for all our sin. o 8 Then was the great salvafionTspread, And Satan's kingdom shook; Thus by the woman's promis'd seed, The serpent's head was broke. Sjmday. Bethlehem. rSALM 40, 41, 4fi. PSALM 41. L. M. Ver. !, 2, 3. The merciful Man. I FJLEST is the man, whose bowels move, I f And melt with pity to the poor; p Whose soul, by sympathizing love, Feels what his fellow saints endure. — 2 His heart oontrives for their relief More good than his own hands can do; e He, in a time of gen'ral grief, — Shall find the Lord has mercy too. 3 His soul shall live secure on earth, With secret blessings on his head, o When drought, and pestilence, and death, Around him multiply their dead. e 4 Or, if he languish on his couch, — God will pronounce his sins forgiv'n; o Will save him with a healing touch, Or take his willing soul to heav'n. Armley. Shoel. PSALM 42. C. M. First Part. Ver. 1 — -5. Desertion and Hope. 1 "^"WTITH earnest longings of the mind e ff My God, to thee I look; — So pants the hunted hart to find, And taste the cooling brook. e 2 When shall I see thy courts of grace, And meet my God again ? C So long an absence from thy face My heart endures with pain. 3 Temptations vex my weary soul, And tears are my repast; — The foe insults without control, d "And wher'e's your God at last?" p 4 'Tis with a mournful pleasure now I think on ancient days; Then to thy house did numbers go, And all our work was praise, c 5 But why, my soul, sunk down so far, Beneath this heavy load? Why do my thoughts indulge despair, And sin against my God? — 6 Hope in the Lord, whose mighty hand Can all thy woes remove, o For I shall yet before him stand, And sing restoring love. Plymouth. L. M. Ver. 6 11. Hope in Affliction. p 1 MY spirit sinks within me, Lord— — But I will call thy name to mind; And times of past distress record, When I have found my God was kind. e 2 Huge troubles, with tumultuous noise, Swell like a sea, and round me spread; Thy water-spouts drown all my joys, And rising waves roll o'er my head. — 3 Yet will the Lord command his love, When I address his throne by day; Nor in the night his grace remove, The night shall hear me sing and pray. e 4 I'll cast mysolf before his feet, d And say, *My God, my heav'nly Hock, p 'Why doth thy love so long forget 'The soul that groans beneath thy stroke!' — 5 I'll chida my heart that sinks so low, e Why should my soul indulge in grief ? o Hope in the Lord, and praise him too} He is my rest, my sure relief. PSALM 44, 45, 4fr. 23- o 6 Thy light and truth shall guide me still, Thy word shall my best thoughts employ, And lead me to thy holy hill, My God, my most exceeding joy. Babylon. PSALM 44. C. M. Ver. 1, 2, 3, 8, 13 26. The Church's Complaint in Persecution. 1 r ORD, we have heard thy works of old, Y_ 4 Thy works of pow'r and grace, When to our ears our fathers told The wonders of their days. 2 How thou didst build thy churches here, And make thy gospel known; o Amongst them did thine arm appear, Thy light and glory shone. 3 In God they boasted all the day, And in a cheerful throng, Did thousands meet to praise and pray, And grace was all their song, e 4 But now our souls are seiz'd with shame, Confusion fills our face, To hear the enemy blaspheme, And fools reproach thy grace. — 8 Awake, arise, Almighty Lord, Why sleeps thy wonted grace! e Why should we look like men abhorr'd, Or banish'd from thy face? —11 Redeem us from perpetual shame, Our Saviour and our God; We plead the honours of thy name, The merits of thy blood. China. Bedford. PSALM 45. CM. Glories and Government of Christ. 1 I 'LL speak the honours of my King, I His form divinely fair; None of the sons of mortal race May with the Lord compare. b 2 Sweet is thy speech, and heav'nly" grace Upon thy lips is shed; — Thy God with blessings infinite Hath crown'd thy sacred head, g 3 Gird on thy sword, victorious Prince, Ride with majestic sway; Thy terrour shall strike through thy foes, And make the world obey. ,4 Thy throne, O God, forever stands, b Thy word of grace shall prove A peaceful sceptre in thy hands, To rule thy saints by love. — 5 Justice and truth attend thee stiU, e But mercy is thy choice; U And God, thy God, thy soul shall fill, With most peculiar joys. Arundel. Mear. L. M. Second. Part. Chnst and his Church, e 1 THE King of saints, how fair his face! Adorn'd with majesty and grace! o He comes with blessings from above, And wins the nations to his love, b 2 At his right hand, our eyes behold The queen array 'd in purest jj^ —The world admires her heav'nly dre9S, Her robe of joy and righteousness. 3 He forms her beauties like his own, He calls and seats her near his throne>- b Fair stranger, let thy heart forget The idols of thy native state. — 4 So shall the King the more rejoice In thee, the fav'rite of his choice; Let him be- lov'd, and yet ador'd, For he's thy Maker, and thy Lord. s 5 O happy hour, when thou shalt rise To his fair palace in the skies! And all thy sons, s numerous train, Each like a prince ia ,^lory reign. g 6 Let endless lx.nou s crown his head;' Let ev'ry age his praises spread; —While we with cheerful songs approve The condescensions of his love. Oporto. Green's. PSALM 46. L. M. First Part. Church's Safety amidst Desolations. 1 £^i OD is the refuge of his saints, \J( When storms of sharp distress invade. Ere we can offer our complaints, Behold him present with his aid. o 2 Let mountains from their seats be hurl'd ; Down to the deep, and bury'd (here; Convulsions shake the solid world; Our faith shall never yield to fear. u 3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar — e In sacred peace our souls abide; — While ev ry nation, ev'ry shore, e Trembles and dreads the swelling tide. e 4 There is a stream whose gentle flow Supplies the city of our God; b Life, love and joy still gliding through, And wat'ring our divine abode. — 5 That sacred stream, thine holy word, Our grief allays, our fear controls: Sweet peace thy promises afford, And give new strength to fainting souls. g 6 Zion enjoys her monarch's love, Secure against a threat'ning hour; Nor can her firm foundations move, Built on his truth, andarm'd with pow'r. Leeds. Blendon* L. M. Second Part. God fights for his Church. o I LET Zion in her King rejoice, Thtt' tyrants rage, and kingdoms rtse^ g He utters his almighty voice, e The nations melt the tumult dies. o 2 The Lord of o'd for Jacob fought, And Jacob's God is still our aid: e Behold the works his hand has wrought j a What desolations he has made, o 3 From sea to sea through all the shores,, He makes the noise of battle cease; g When from on high his thunder roars. He awes the trembling world to peace, s 4 He breaks the bow, he cuts the spear, Char'ots he burns with heav'nly flame.-, p Keep silence all the earth, and hear The sound and glory of his name. d 5 "Be still — and learn that I am God' "I'll be exalted o'er the lands; "I will be known and fear'd abroad, "But still my throne in Zion stands." e 6 O Lord of hosts, almighty King, e While we so near thy presence dwell, — Our faith shall sit secure, and sing o Defiance to the cate9 of hell. Blend' 24 PSALM 47, 48, 49, 50. PSALM 47. C. M. Christ ascending and reigning. o 1 A « FOR a shout of sacred joy, \ f To God the sov'reign King! Let ev'ry land their tongues employ, And hymns of triumph sing. 2 Jesus* our God ascends on high, His heav'nly guards around, Attend him rising through the sky, With trumpets jojf ul sound. 3 While angels shout and praise their King, Let mortals learn their strains: Let all the earth his honours sing; O'er all the earth he reigns. g 4 Rehearse his praise with awe profound, Let knowledge lead the song; Nor mock him, with a solemn sound, Upon a tiumghtless tongue. —5 In Isra'l stood his ancient throne, He lov'd that chosen race; • But now he calls the world his own, Ar.d heathens taste his grace. 6 The Gentile nations are the Lord's, There Abraham's God is known; g While pow'rs and princes, shields and swords, Submit before i>is throne. Christmas. Arundel. FSAL..U 48. S. M. Futsr Part. Ter. 1 8. The Church— the Honour and Safety ut ilulst thou hope that I should ne'er n> provei «Aml cherish such an impious thought within, 1 hat the AU-Huly would indulge thv sin'" bee, Ood appears.' all nature joins t' adore him • Judgment proceeds, and sinners jail before him> 15 Sinners, awake betimes; ye fools, be wi3e' Awake before this dreadful morning rise- Change your vain thoughts, yeur crooked works amend, [friend- Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your 1 Hen join, ye sainii,; wake ev'ry cheerfu' passion; Ivation. ft hen Christ returns, he comes for your sal-- Landaff. PSALM 51. L. M. First Part A Penitent pleading for Pardon. p 1 QfU&W pity, Lord, O Lord forgive; C^ Let a repenting rebel live; e Are not thy mercies large and free.' May not a sinner trust m thee? —2 My crimes are great, but can't surpass The power and glory of thv grace; g Great God, thy nature hath no bound, — So let thy paid'ninjyleve he fouud. PSALM 53, 55. 3 O wash my soul from every sin, And make my guilty conscience clean; p Here — on my heart the burden lies, And past offences pain mine eyes. e 4 My lips with shame my sins confess, Against thy law, against thy grace: Lord, should thy judgment grow severe, I am condemn'd, but thou art clear. o 5 Should sudden Vengeance seize my breath, e I must pronounce thee just in death; e And if my soul were sent to hell, — Thy righteous law approves it well. e 6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord, —Whose hope, still hov'ring round thy word, o Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair. Carthage. Geneva. L. M. Second Part. Original and actual Sin confessed. ? 1 LORD, I am vile, eonceiv'd in sin, And born unholy and unclean; Sprung frctn the man, whose guilty faM Corrupts the race, and taints us all'. ■ 2 Soon as we draw our infant breath, The seeds of sin grow up for death; Thy law demands a perfect heart; But we're defil'd in ev'ry part. j> 4 Behold, I fatf before thy face; My only refuge is^ thy grace; No outward forms can make me clean; 'The leprosy lies deep within. 5 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast, Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest, Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea, . Can wash the dismal stain away. — 6 Jesus, my God, thy blood alone Hath power sufficient to atone: o Thy blood can make me white as snow, No Jewish types could cleanse me so. Armley. Geneva. L. M. Tmnn Pabt. The Penitent restored. •1 O THOU, who hear'st when signers cry, Tho' all my crimes before thee lie, Behold them not with angry look, But blot their mem'ry from thy book. —2 Create my nature pure within, And fotm my soul averse to sinr; Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart, Nor Litis* thy presence from my heart. p C My soul lies humbled in the dust, And owns thy dreadful sentence just;' I>ook down, Lord, with pitying eye, And save the soul condemned to die. --7 Then will I teach the world thy ways-, Siiiiitr9 nhall learn thy sov'reign grace; > I'll lead them to my Saviour's Wood, And they shall praise a pard'ning God. 8 O nny thy love inspire my tongue! o Salvation shall he all my song; s And all my powers shall join to bless The Lord, my strength and righteousness. Gloucester. Batk. C. M. Second Patit. ft/ pent ance and Faith in the Blood of Cawsr. ^ I (1 GOD of mei-cy, hear my eall, My load of guilt remove; Break down this separating wall, Tl»at bars me from thy love. — 2 Give me the presence of thy grace, o Then my rejoicing tongue o Shall spsak aloud thy righteousness, And make thy praise my song. e 3 No blood of goats, nor heifer slain, For sin could e'er atone; o The death of Christ shall still remain Sufficient and alone. — 4 A soul opprest with sin's desert, My God will ne'er despise; A humble groan, a broken heart, Is our best sacrifice. Bishops gate. Canterbury. PSALM 53. C. M. Ver. 4 6. Victory and Deliverance from Persecution. 1 A RE all the foes of Zion fools, J\_ Who thus devour her saints? Do they not know her Saviour rules, And pities her complaints? 2 They shall be seiz'd with sad surprise; For God's revenging arm Scatters the bones of them who rise To do his children harm. 3 In vain the sons of Satan boast Of armies in array; When God has first despis'd their host, They fall an easy prey. 4 O for a word from Zion's King, Her captives to restore! Jacob with all the tribes shall sing, And Judah weep no more. JMear. PSALM 55. C. M. Ver. 1 8, 16, 17, 18, 22. Support for the afflicted and tempted Soul, e 4 ik WERE llike a feather'd dove, 1 " And innocence had wings; — I'd fly, and make a long remove From all these restless things. e 5 Let me to some wild desert g©^ And find a peaceful home; Where storms of malice never blow, Temptations never come. — 6 Vain hopes — and vain inventions all* e To 'scape the rage of hell! — The mighty God on whom I call, Can save me here as well, o T By morning light I'll seek his face, At noon repeat my cry; The night shall hear me ask his grace, Nor will he long deny, o 8 God shall preserve my soul from fear, Or shield me when afraid; Ten thousand angels must appear, If he command their aid. — 9 I cast my burdens on the Lord, The Lord sustains them all; My courage rest s upon his word, That saints shall never fall. — — . Canterbury, S. M. Ver. 15,16, 17, 19,22. Dangerous Prosperity: »r, Daily Devotio.il. e 1 LET sinners take their course, And choose the road to death; — But in the worship of rav God, I'll spend my daily breath. 2 My thoughts address his throne, When morning brings the light/ I seek his blessing ev'ry noon, And pay my vows at night. PSALM 56, 57, 58, 60, 61. 27 o S Thou wilt regard my cries, O my eternal God: e While sinners perish in surprise, Beneath thine angry rod. p 4 Because they dwell at ease, And no sad changes feel, Tbey neither fear, nor trust thy name, Nor learn to do thy will. — 5 But I with all my cares, Will lean upon the Lord; I'll cast my burdens on his arm, And rest upon his word, o 6 His arm shall well sustain The children of his Ipve; g The ground on which their safety stands No earthly pow'r can move. Aylesbury. PSALM 56. C. M. God's Care of his People, in answer to Prayer. el /k THOU, whose justice reigns on high, ^ j And makes th' oppressor cease, Behold how enrious sinners try, To vex and break my peace. 3 In God most holy, just and true, I have repos'd my trust; Nor will I fear what flesh can do, The offspring of the dust. — C God counts the sorrows of his saints, Their groans affect his ears; Thou hast a book for my complaints, A bottle for my tears. 7 When to thy throne I raise my cry s The wicked fear and flee; o So swift is prayer to reach the sky, So near u God to me. — 9 Thy solemn vows are on me, Lord, Thou shalt receive my praise; o I'll sing, "How faithful is thy word; "How righteous all thy ways." — 10 Thou hast secur'd my soul from death, e Oseta pris'nerfree! o That heart and hand, and life and breath, May be employ'd for thee. Wantage. PSALM 57. L. At. Praise for Pi otection, Grace and Truth. 1 \M Y God, in whom are all the springs .iY.1 Of boundless loye, and grace unknown, c Hide me beneath thy spreading wings, 'Till the dark cloud is overblown. — 2 Up to the heav'ns I send my cry, The Lord will my desires perform; o He sends his angels from the sky, And saves me from the threatening storm. — 4 My heart is fix'd; my song shall raise Immortal honours to his name; o Awake, my tongue, to sound his praise, My tongue, the glory of my frame, g 5 High o'er the earth his mercy reigns, And reaches to the utmost sky; His truth to endless years remains, When lower worlds dissolve and die. S 6 Be thou exalted, Q ray God, Al>ove the heav'ns where angels dwell; Thy pow'r on earth be known abroad, And land to land thy wonders tell. Old Hundred- Blendon. PSALM 58. P. M. Warning to Magistrates. I TUDGES, who rule the world by laws, t| Will ye despise the righteous cause, When one oppress'd before you stands! Dare ye condemn the righteous poor, And let rich sinners 'scape secure, While gold and greatness bribe your hacd 1 ;.' 2 Have ye lorgot, or never knew, That God will judge the judges too ? g High in the heav'ns his justice reigns.' — Yetyou invade the rights of God, And send your bold decrees abroad, To bind the conscience in your chains? o 5 Th' Almighty thunders from the sky, — Their grandeur melts, their titles die, As hills of snow dissolve and ran; e Or snails that perish in their slime, Or births that come before their time, Vain births that never see the sun. p 6 Thus shall the vengeance of the Lord Safety and joy to saints afford; — And all who hear shall join and say, d "Sure there's a God who mles on high, "A God who hears hjs children cry, "And will their sufferings well repav." St. Helleris. PSALVl 60. C. M. Ver. I 5; 10 — -12. Humiliation for Ditappointinents in War. el J OltD, hast thou east the nation off | j Must we forever mourn i 1 Wilt thou indulge immortal wrath? Shall mercy ne'er return? 2 The terrour of one frown of tin n e, Melts all our strength away; Like men that totter, drunk with wine, We tremble in dismay, p 3 Our nation trembles at thy stroke, And dreads thy lifted hand! Oh, heal the people thou hast broke, And save the sinking land, o 4 Lift up thy banner in the field, For those who fear thy name; o Defend thy people with thy shield, And put our foes to shame. — 5 Go with our armies to the fight, Their guardian and their God; In vain confed'rate powers unite Against thy lifted rod. o 6 Our troops shall gain a wide renown, By thine assisting hand; g 'Tis God that treads the mighty down, And makes the feeble stand. Plymouth. PSALM 61. S. M. Ver. 1—6. Safely in. God. p 1 YWTHEN overwhelm'd with grief, ▼ f My heart within me dies; Helpless and tar from all relief, To heav'n 1 lift mine eyes. e 2 lead me to the Rock, That's high above my head, And make the covert of thy wings My shelter and my shade. — S Within thy presence, Lord, For ever I'll abide; Thou art the tow'r of my defence. The refuge where I hide. o 4 Thou givest me the lot Of those that fear thy name. If endless life be their reward, I shall possess the same. Aylesbury* 28 PSALM 62, 63, 65. PSALM 62. L. M. Ver. 5 12. JVb trust in t/ie Creatures; but in God. 1 ~\/t Y spirit looks to God alone; ill My roc k ar, d refuge is his throne: In all my fears, in all im straits, My soul on his salvation waits. 2 Trust him, ye saints, in all your ways, Pour out your hearts before his face; e When helpers fail, and foes invade, o God is our all-sufficient aid. e 3 False are the men of high degree, The baser sort are vanity; Laid in the balance both appear Light as a puff of empty air. — 4 Make not increasing gold your trust, Nor set your hearts on glitt'ring dust; Why will you grasp the fleeting smoke, And not believe what God has spoke? c 5 Once has his awful voice declar'd, Once and again my ears have heard: © "All power is his eternal due; "He must be fear'd and trusted too." . — 6 For sov' reign pow'r reigns not alone, Grace is a partner of the throne; Thy grace and justice, mighty Lord, Shall well divide our last reward. Bath. - I TSALM 63. C. M. First Part. Ver. 1, 2, 5, 3, 4. The JMorning of the Lord's Day. o 1 *W7* ARLY, my God, without delay, jPj I haste to seek thy face; My thirsty spirit faints away, Without thy cheering grace, c 2 So pilgrims, on the scorching sand, Beneath a burning sky, Long for a cooling stream at hand, And they must drink or die. g 3 I've seen thy glory and thy pow'r, Through all thy temple shine; o My God, repeat that heav'nly hour, That vision so divine. — 4 Not all the blessings of a feast Can please my soul so well, As when thy richer grace I taste, And in thy presence dwell, o 5 Not life itself, with all its joys, Can my best passions move, Or raise so high my cheerful voice, As thy forgiving love. s 6 Thus, 'till my last expiring day, I'll bless my God and King; — Thus will I lift my hand.i to pray, o And tune my lips to sing. Sunday. Barby. Li M. Delight in Gon and Ms Worship, c 1 GREAT God, indulge my humble claim, — Thou art my hope, my joy, my rests The glories, that compose thy name Stand all engaged to make me blest. 2 Thou great and good, thou just and wise, Thou art my Father ami my God; And I am thine, by sacred ties — Thy son, thy servant, bought with blood? tive's heavy chain, Ar,d pris'ners see the light agaiii; e But rebels, who dispute his will, Shall dwell in chains and darkness still, g 7 He shakes the heav'ns with loud alarms; How terrible is God in arms! —In Israel are his mercies known, Israel is his peculiar throne. o 8 Proclaim him king, pronounce him blest, He's your defence, your joy, your rest; g When terrours rise, and nations faint, Gad is the strength of ev'ry saint. JBlendon. Truro , L. M. Second Part. Ver. 17, 18. Christ's Ascension, and Gift oftlie Spirit. 1 LORD, when thou didst ascend on high, Ten thousand angels fiH'd the sky; Those hcav'nly guards around thee wait, Like chariots that attend thy state. g 2 Not Sinai's mountain could appear More glorious, when the Lord was there; While he pronoune'd his dreadful law, And struck the chosen tribes with awe. o 3 How bright the triumph none can tell, When the rebellious pow'rs of hell, That thousand souls had captives made, Were all in chains— like captives — led. s 4 Rais'd by his Father to the throne, He sent the promis'd Spirit down, With gifts and grace for rebel men, g That God might dwell on earth again. Brentford. Greerfs. L. M. Third Part. Ver. 19,9, 20, 21, 22. Praise for Common and Spiritual Mercies. 1 WE bless tlie Lord, the just and good, Who fills our hearts with joy and food; Who pours his blessings from the skies, And loads our days with rich supplies. 2 He sends the sun his circuit round, To cheer the fruits, to warm the ground; He bids the clouds, with plenteous rain, Refresh the thirsty earth again. 3 'Tis to his care we owe our breath, And all our near escapes from death; Safety and health to God belong; He helps the weak and guards the strong. 4 He makes the saint and sinner prove The common blessings of his love; c But the wide difference that remains, a Is endless joys, and endless pains. PSALM 68, 69. o 6 His own right hand his saints shall raise From the deep earth, or deeper seas* And bring them to his courts above, There shall they taste his special love. Weldon. Leed s. PSALM 69. C. M. Third Part. Christ's Obedience and Death. 1 T^ATHER, I sing thy wondrous grace, JP I bless ray Saviour's name; He bought salvation for the poor, And bore the sinner's shame. 2 His deep distress has rais'd us high, O His duty and his zeal: Fulfill'd the law, which mortals broke, And fimsh'd all thy will. — 3 His dying groans, his living songs, Shall better please my God, Than harp's or trumpet's solemn sound. Than goat's or bullock's blood, o 4 This shall his humble foll'wers see, And set their hearts at rest; — They, by his death, draw neap to thee, And live for ever blest, s 5 Let heav'n, and all that dwell on high, To God their voices raise; While lands and seas assist the sky, And join t' advance his praise. g 6 Zion is thine, most holy God; Thy Son shall bless her gates; And glory, purchas'd by his blood, For thine own Israel waits. Bethlehem St. Asaph's. L. M. First Part. CnntsT's Passion, and Sinners Salvation. e 1 DEEP in our hearts, let us record The deeper sorrows of our Lord; a Behold the rising billows rolL To overwhelm his holy soul, e 2 In long complaints he spends his breath, — While hosts of" hell and pow'rs of death. And all the sons of malice join, To execute their curst design, o 3 Yet, gracious God, thy pow'r and love Have made the curse a blessing prove; — Those dreadful sufferings of thy Son Aton'd for sins which we had done. 4 The pangs of our expiring Lord, The honours of thy law rester'd; His sorrows made thy justice known And paid for follies not his own. p 5 O, for his sake, our guilt forgive, And let the mourning sinner livei o The Lord will hear us in his name, Nor shal} our hope be turn'd to shame. Dresden. Armlcy, L. M. Second Part. Ver. 7, &c. Christ's Sufferiiigs and Zeal. 1 'TWAS for our sake, eternal God, Thy Son sustain'd that heavy load Of base reproach and sore disgrace, And shame defil'd his sacred face. 4 Zeal for the temple of his God Consum'd his life, expos'd his bjood; Reproaches at thy glory thrown He felt, and mouru'd them as his own. e 5 His friends forsook, his followers fled, While foes and arms surround his head; They curse him with a sland'rous tongue, And the false judge maintains the wrong PSALM 6 His life they load with hateful lies, And charge his lips with blasphemies; a They nail him to the shameful tree; — p There hung the man who dy'd for me! e 7 ([Wretches, with hearts as hard as stones, Insult his piety and groans* Call was the food they gave him there, And inock'd his thirst with vinegar.] —8 But God beheld; and, from his throne Marks out the men who hate his Son: o The hand that rais'd him from the dead, Shall pour forth vengeance on their head. Geneva. Carthage. PSALM 71. C. M. FinsT Part. Ver. 5 9. The aged Saint's Reflection and Hope. 1 TkM Y God, my everlasting hope, i^J. I live upon thy truth; Thine hands have held my childhood up, And strength en'd all my youth. 2 My flesh was fashion'd by thy pow'r, With all these limbs of mine; And from my mother's painful hour, Pve been entirely thine. 3 Still has my life new wonders seen, Repeated ev'ry year; Behold my days that yet remain, I trust them to thy care. 4 Cast me not off when strength declines, When hoary hairs arise; —And round me let thy glories shine, When'er thy servant dies. o 5 Then in the hist'ry of my age, When men review my days, They'll read thy love in ev'ry page, In ev'ry line — thy praise. Fork. C. M. Second Part. Ver. 15, 14, 16, 23, 22, 24. Christ our Strength and Righteousness. 1 MY Saviour, my Almighty Friend, When I begin thy praise, e Where will the growing numbers end, The numbers of thy grace? —2 Thou art my everlasting trust, Thy goodness I adore; And since I knew thy graces first, I speak thy glories more. O 3 My feet shall travel all the length Of the celestial road; And march with courage in thy strength, To see my Father God. p 4 When I am fill'd with sore distress For some surprising sin, —I'll plead thy perfect righteousness; And mention notie but thine. a 4 How will my lips rejoice to tell The vict'ries of my King! e My soul, redeem'd from sin and hell, Shall thy salvation sing. Barby. Sunday. C. M. Third Part. Ver. 17— -^l . The aged Christian's Prayer and Song. 1 GOD of my childhood, and my youth, The guide of all my days, I have declar'd thy heav'nly truth, And told thy wondrous ways. p 2 Wilt thou forsake my hoary hairs, And leave my fainting heart? Who shall sustain my sinking years.'' TfGoiLnry strength, depart 71, 72. 31 3 Let me thy pow'r and truth proclaim To the surviving age, . And leave the savour of thy name When 1 shall quit the stage. e 4 The land of silence and of deatb Attends my next remove; — O may these poor remains of breath Teach the wide world thy love! 7 By long experience have I known Thy sov'reign pow'r to save; At thy command 1 venture down. Securely to the grave. e 8 When I lie bury'd deep in dnst, — My flesh shall be thy care; e These with'ring limbs with thee I trost, o To raise them strong and fair. Hymn 2d. Canterbury. PSALM 72. L. M. Fikst Pa it. The Kingdom of Christ. 1 J^IREAT God, whose universal sway \Jf The known and unknown worlds obey, Now give the kingdom to thy Son, Extend his pow'r, exalt his throne. 2 Thy sceptre well becomes his hands, All heav'n submits to his commands; His justice shall avenge the poor, And pride and rage prevail no more. o 3 With pow'r he vindicates the just, And treads th' oppressor in the dust; e His worship and his fear shall last, 'Till hours, and years, and time be past. b 4 As rain on meadows newly mown, So shall he send bis influence down; His grace on fainting souls distils, Like heav'nly dew on thirsty hills. —5 The heathen lands, that lie beneath The shades of overspreading death, o Revive at his first dawning light, And deserts blossom at the sight. o 6 The saints shall flourish* in his days Drest in the robes of joy and praise; Peace, like a river, from his throne Shall flow to nations yet unknown. Oporto. Nant-wich. L. M. Second Part. Chris fs Kingdom among the Gentiles. 1 JESUS shall reign, where'er the sun Does his successive joumies run; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, Till moons shall wax and wane no more, o 2 [Behold the islands, with their kings, And Europe her best tribute brings; From North to South the princes meet, To pay their homage at his feet, g 3 There Persia, glorious to behold, There India shines in eastern gold; And barbarous nations, at his word, Submit, and bow, and own their Lord.] — S> For him shall endless pray'r be made, And praises throng to crown his head; His name, like sweet perfume, shall risf With ev'ry morning sacrifice, b 5 People and realms of every tongue Dwell on his love, with sweetest song: And infant voices shall proclaim Their early blessings on his name, o C Blessings abound where'er he reigns. The pris'ner leaps to loose his chains; The weary find eternal rest, And all the sons of v ant *•■« Meet. 32 — 7 [Where he displays his healing pow'r, Death and the curse are known no more; In him the tribes of Adam buast More blessings than their father lost. g 8 Let ev'ry creature rise — and bring Peculiar honours to their King: Angels descend with songs again, And earth repeat the long A?nen.~] Sheffield. Leed s- PSALM 73. C. M. Second Part. Ver. 23—28. God our Portion, here and hereafter. 1 J ^ OD, my supporter, and my hope, \Jl My help torever near; Thine arm of mercy held me up, When sinking in despair. 2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet, Through this dark wilderness; T hine hand conduct me near tby seat, To dwell before thy faoe. e 3 Wei* I in heav'n without my God, 'T would be no joy to me; And whilst this earth is my abode/ I long for none but thee. e 4 What if the springs of Iife»were broke, A rid flesh and heart should faint! 1 o God is my soul's eternal rock, The 8tre ngth of ev'ry saint. p 5 Behold, the sinners who remove Far from thy presence — die; Not all the idol gods they love, Can save them when they cry. —6 But to draw near to thee my God, Shall be my sweet employ; a My tongue shall sound thy works abroad, u And tell the world my joy. St. Ami's. Heading. L. M. Ver. 22, 3,6, 17—20. The Prosperity of Sinners cursed. e 1 LORD, what a thoughtless wretch was 1, To mourn, and murmur, and repine, To see the wicked, plac'don high, In pride and robes of honour shine? p 2 But, Oh, their end — their dreadful end! Thy sanctuary taught me so: On slipp'ry rocks I see them stand, And fiery billows roll below, d 3 Now let them boast how tall they rise, — I'll never envy them again; d There they may stand with haughty eyes, a 'Till they plunge deep in endless pain. e 4 Their fancy'd joys, how fast they flee! Just like a dream, when man awakes: Their songs of softest harmony i Are but a preface to their plagues. — 5 Now I esteem their mirth and wine, Too dear to purchase with my blood; o Lord, 'tis enough that thou ait mine, My life, my portion, and my God. Geneva. Babylon. S. M. The Mystery of Providence -unfolded. 1 SURE there's a righteous God, Nor is religion vain; Though men of vice may boast aloud, And men of grace complain. 2 I saw the wicked rise, And felt my heart repine, While haughty fools, with scornful eyes, Jn robes of honour shine. PSALM 73, 74, 75, 76. 7 The tumults of my thought Held me in hard suspense; 'Till to thy house my feet were brought, To learn thy justice thence. 8 Thy word, with light and pow'r, Did my mistakes amend; I view'd the sinners lives before, But here I learn their end. p 9 On what a slipp'ry steep, The thoughtless wretches go; And, Oh, that dreadful fiery deep, That waits their fall below! e 10 Lord at thy feet I bow, My thoughts no more repine; — I call my God my portion now, And all my pow'rs are thine. Jlylesbwy PSALM 74. C. M. The Church, in Affliction, pleading -with Gor. 1 "1TK7ILL God forever cast us off.' f J HJ3 wrath forever smoke — Against the people of his love, His little chosen flock? e 2 Think of the tribes so dearly bought, With their Redeemer's blood, Nor let thy Zion be forgot; Where once thy glory stood, o S Lift up thy feet, and march in haste, Aloud our ruin calls; e See what a wide, and fearful waste Is made within thy walls, p 9 How long, eternal God, how long Shall men of pride blaspheme! Shall saints be made their endless song, And bear immortal shame? e 11 What strange dehVrance hast thou shown. In ages long before? — And now, no other God we own, No other God adore. 1G Think on the cov'nant thou hast made, And all thy words of love; Nor let the birds of prey invade, And vex thy mourning dove. — — Wantage. PSALM 75. L. M. Potver and Govermnent from God alone, 2 r a O thee, most Holy and most High, 1 To thee we bring our thankful praise; Thy works declare thy name is nigh, Thy works of wonder and of grace. 4 Let haughty sinners sink their pride; Nor lift so high their scornful head; But lay their foolish thoughts aside, And own the powers that God hath made; 5 Such honours never come by chance, Nor do the winds promotion blow; 'Tis God the Judge doth one advance; 'lis God that lays another low. G No vain pretence to royal birth, Shall fix a tyrant on the throne; God, the great sovereign of the earth. Will rise and make his justice known. — Blenion. PSALM 76. C. M. God in Zion terrible to Iter Enemies. I TN Judah, God of old was knoVn, §_ His name in Israel great; In Salem stood his holy throne, And Zion was his scat. PSALM 77, 78. 3S a 3 From Zion went his dreadful word, And broke tbe threat'ning spear; The how, the arrows, and the sword, And crush'd th' Assyiian war. e 4 What are the earth's wide kingdoms eke, But mighty hills of prey? — The hill, on which J eiiovah dwells, o Is glorious more than they, a 7 What pow'r can stand before his sight, When once his wrath appears? a When heav'n shines round with dreadful light, The earth lies still and fears. — 8 When God in his own sov'reign ways Comes down to save th' opprest, The wrath of man shall work his praise, And he'll restrain the rest. Bedford. PSALM 77. C. M. First Paut. JVUlaiicholy and Hope. « 1 npO God I cry'd with mournful voice, I sought his gracious ear, In the sad clay when troubles rose, And fill'd my heart with fear. p 2 Sad were my days, and dark my nights, My soul refused relief; I thought on God, the just and wise, But thoughts increas'd my grief. 7 Will he forever cast me off? His promise ever fail ? Has he forgot his tender love? Shall anger still prevail? — 8 But I forbid this hopeless thought, This dark, despairing frame, Rememb'ring what thy hand hath wrought; Thy hand is still the same. o 9 I'll think again of all thy ways, And t&lk thy wonders o'er; Thy wonders of recov'ring grace, When flesh could hope no more. o 10 Grace dwells with justice on the throne; — And men who love thy word, Have in thy sanctuary known The counsels of the Lord. Abridge. C. M. Second Patit. Israel brought from Eqypt to Canaan. e 1 "HOW awful is thy chast'ning rod" — (May thine own children say) "The great, the wise., the dreadful God! "How holy in his way!" — 3 Long did the house of Joseph lie With Egypt's yoke opprest; Long he delay'd to hear their cry, Nor gave his people rest. 4 The sons of good old Jacob seera'd Abandou'd to their foes; o But his almighty arru redeem'd The nation that he chose. —5 Israel, his people and his sheep, Must follow where he calls; He bade them venture tlirough the deep, And made the waves their walls! e 6 The waters saw thee, mighty God, The waters saw thee come;' o Backward they fled, and frighted stood, To make thine armies room. — 7 Strange was thy journey through the sea, 1 hy footsteps, Lord, unknown; Terroora attend the wondrous wsy 1 hat brings thy mevev-s. down. — — Wantare. PSALM 78. C. M. First Part. Providences of God rehearsed to Children. 1 "■ ET children hear the mighty deeds, I j Which God perform'd of old; Which in our younger years we saw, And which our fathers told. 2 He bids us make his glories knowifc His works of pow'r and grace; And we'll convey his wonders down, Through ev'ry rising race. 3 Our lips shall tell them to our sons. And they again to their's! That generations yet unborn May teach them to their heirs. 4 Thus shall they learn, in God alone Their hope securely stands; That they may ne'er forget his works, But practise his commands. jilear. C. M. Second Part. Israel's Rebellion and Punishment. 1 O WHAT a stiff", rebellious house Was Jacob's ancient race! False to their own most solemn vows, And to their Maker's grace. 2 They broke the cov'nant of his love, And did his laws despise; Forgot the works he wrought to prove His pow'r before their eyes. 3 They saw the plagues on Egypt light, From his revenging hand; What dreadful tokens of his might Spread o'er the stubborn land! 4 They saw him cleave the mighty sea, And march'd with safety through; Wkh wat'ry walls to guard their way 'Till they had 'scaped the foe. £5 A wondrous pillow mark'd the road, Compos'd of shade and light; By day it prov'd a shelt'ring cloud, A leading fire by night. 6 He from the rock their thirst supply'd; The gushing waters fell, And ran in rivers by their side, A constant miracle.] e 7 Yet they provok'd the Lord most high, And dar'd distrust his hand: d "Can he with bread our host supply, "Amidst this desert landi 1 " g 8 The Lord with indignation heard, And caus'd his wrath to flame; His terrours ever stand prcpar'd To vindicate his name. China. L. M. Ver. 32, ike. Saints corrected and saved. 1 GREAT God, how oft did Israel prw, By turns, thine anger and thy love? There, in a glass,' our hearts may see How fickle and how f.fse they be. 2 How soon the faithless Jews forgot The dreadful wonders God liad wrought! Than they provoke him to hfs face. Nor fear his pow'r, nor trust ihis grace. 3 The Lord eousunftl their years in pain, And made their travels long and vain; A tedious march through unknown ways, Wore out their strength, and ipent their days. 4 Oft, when they saw their brethren slain, They mourn 'd, and sought tbe Lord HgatD| Call'd bira the Hock of their abode, Their Hi^h Redeemer, and ttv jr Go«L 14 5 Their pray'rs and vows before him rise, As flatt'ring words, or solemn lies; While their rebellious tempers prove False to his cov'nant and his love. 6 Yet, did his sov'reign grace forgive The men who ne'er deserv'd to live: His anger oft away he turn'd, Or else with gentle flame it burn'd. 7 He saw their flesh was weak and frail, He saw temptation still prevail; The God of Abraham lov'd them still, And led them to bis holy hill. Ba th. PSALM 80. L. M. The Church in Affliction. 1 I^REAT Shepherd of thine Israel, %Jl Who didst between the cherubs dwell, And ledst the tribes, thy choien sheep, Safe through the desert and the deep: — e 2 Thy Church is in the desert now; — Shine from on high, and guide it thro'; Turn us to thee, thy love restore, We shall be sav'd, and sigh no more. e 5 Hast thou not planted, with thy hand, A lovely vine in this our land? Did not thy pow'r defend it round, And heavenly dews enrich the ground? — How did the spreading branches shoot, And bless the nation with the fruit! e But now, O Lord, look down and see Thy mourning vine, thy lovely tree. o 7 Why is her beauty thus defac'd? Why hast thou laid her fences waste? — Strangers and foes against her juin, And ev'ry beast devours the vine. 8 Return, almighty God, return; p Nor let thy bleeding vineyard mourn: — Turn us to thee, thy love restore, o We shall be sav'd, and sigh no more. Dresden. JVLoreton. PSALM 81. S. M. Ver. 1, 8 — 16. Saints -warned and exhorted. 1 QING to the Lord, aloud, »^ And make a joyful noise: o God is our strength, our Saviour God; Let Israel hear his voice, d 2 "From vile idolatry "Preserve my worship clean: "I am the Lord, who set thee free "From slavery and from sin. — 3 "Stretch thy desires abroad, "And I'll supply them well; t; "But if ye will refuse your God, "If Israel will rebel; — d 4 "I'll leave theni " saith the Lord, "To their own lusts a prey; ' "And let them run the dang'rous road — "'Tis their own chosen way. 5 "Yet O that all my saints e "Would hearken to my voice! — "Soon I would ease their sore complaints, "And bid their hearts rejoice. o "While I destroy their foes, "I'd richly feed my flock; "And they should taste the stream that flows "From tliuir eternal Rock." Aylesbury. Dover. PSALM 80, 81, 82, 83, 84. PSALM 82. L. M. God supreme: or, Magistrates warned, 1 A MONG th' assemblies of the great, t A greater Ruler takes his seat: The God of heav'n, as judge surveys Those gods on earth, and all their ways. 2 Why will ye then frame wicked laws? Or why support th' unrighteous cause? When will ye once defend the poor, That sinners vex the saints no more? 3 They know not, Lord, nor will they know, Dark are the ways in which they go; Their name of earthly gods is vain, For they shall fall and die like men. 4 Arise, O Lord, and let thy Son Possess his universal throne; And rule the nations with his rod: He is our Judge, and he our God. Old Hund. PSALM 83. S. M. A complaint against Persecutors. 1 i ND will the God of grace }\ Perpetual silence keep? The God of justice hold his peace. And let his vengeance sleep? 2 Behold, what cursed snares The men of mischief spread; The men who hate thy saints and thee, Lift up their threat'ning head. 3 Against thy hidden ones Their counsels they employ; And malice, with her watchful eye, Pursues them to destroy. - 7 Convince their madness, Lord, And make them seek thy name; Or else their stubborn rage confound, That they may die in shame. 8 Then shall 'he nations know That glorious dreadful word; J.EH0V4H — is thy name alone, And thou the sov'reign Lord. Little Marlbor*'. PSALM 84. L. M. First Part. The pleasure of Public Worship. 1 |_ | OW pleasant, how divinely fair, W~Vi O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are! With long desire my spirit faints, To meet th' assemblies of thy saints. 2 My flesh would rest in thine abode, My panting heart cries out for God; My God, my King, why should I be So far from all my joys, and thee? 4 Blest are the saints who sit on high, Around thy throne of majesty; Thy brightest glories shine above, And all their work is praise and love. 5 Blest are the souls, who find a piace Within the temple of thy graee; —There they behold thy gentler rays, And seek thy face, and learn thy praise, i 6 Blest are the men whose hearts are set To find the way to Zion's gate; God is their strength; and, thro' the road. They lean upon their helper God. i 7 Cheerful they walk with growing strength. 'Till all shall meet in heav'n at length; 'Till all before thy faee appear, And join in nobler worship there. Moreton. Portugal PSALM 84, 85, 8G. 35 L. M. Second Part. Gob and his Church: or, Grace and Glory. 1 GREAT God, attend while Zion sings The joy that from thy presence springs; To spend one day with thee on earth, Exceeds a thousand days of mirth. e 2 Might I enjoy the meanest place, Within thy house, QGod of grace; — Not tents of ease, nor thrones of pow'r, Should tempt my feet to leave the door. * 3 God is our sun, he makes our day; God is our shield, he guards our way Prom all th' assaults of hell and sin, From foes without and foes within- — I All needful grace will God bestow, And crown that grace with glory too; He gives us all things, and withholds No real good from upright souls. g 5 O God, our King, whose sovereign sway The glorious hosts of heaven obey, And devils at thy presence flee, Blest is the man who trusts in thee. Castle-Street. Green's. Paraphrased in C. M. Ver. 1, 4, 2, 3, 10. God preseiit in his Churches, e 1 MY soul, how lovely is the place, To which thy God resorts! — *Tis heav'nto see his smiling face, Though in his earthly courts. o 2 There the great monarch of the skies His saving pow'r displays; o And light breaks in upon our eyes, With kind and quick'ning rays. b 3 With his rich gifts the heav'nly Dove, Descends and fills the place; — While Christ reveals his wondrous love, And sheds abroad his grace. o 4 There, mighty God, thy words declare The secrets of thy will; And still we seek thy mercies there, And sing thy praises still. — — Doxology. Arundel, P. M. Longing for the house oj God. 1 LORD ot the worlds above, How pleasant, and how fair, The dwellings of thy love, Thy earthly temples arel To thine abode My heart aspires, With warm desireg, To see my God. o 3 O happy souls, who pray Where God appoints to hear! O happy men, who pay Their constant service there! They praise thee still; And happy they, Who love the way To Zion's hill. — i They go from strength to strength, Through this dark vale of tears, o 'Till each arrives at length, 'Till each in heav'n appears. o O glorious seat, When God our King Shall thither bring Our willing fecV? —6 God is our sun and shield, Our light and our defence; With gifts his hands are lill'd, We draw our blessings thence. He shali bestow On Jacob's race Peculiar grace, And glory too. o 7 The Lord his people loves; His hand no good withholds From those his heart approve?, From pure and pious souls . o Thrice happy he, O God of hosts, Whose spirit trusts Alone in thee. JJethesda. PSALM 85. L. M. First Part. Ver. 1 — 8. — Deliverance begun and completed. 1 TT ORDjthou hast call'd thy grace to mind, JLi Thou hast revers'd our heavy doom; So God forgave when Israel sinn'd, And bro't his wand'ring captives home. 2 Thou hast begun to set us free, And made thy fiercest wrath abate; Now let our hearts be turn'd to thee. And thy salvation be complete. e 3 Revive our dying graces, Lord, And let thy saints in thee rejoice; Make known thy truth, fulfil thy word; We wait for praise to tune our voice. — 4 We wait to hear what God will say; o He'll speak, and give his people peace; — But let them run no more astray, e Lest his returning wrath increase. All-Saints. Armley, L. M. Secoud Part. Ver. 9, &c. Salvation by Christ. 1 SALVATION is forever nigh The souls who fear and trust the Lord; And grace, descending from on high, ' Fresh hopes of glory shall afford, b 2 Mercy and truth on earth are met, Since Christ the Lord came down from heaven; By his obedience so complete, Justice ispleaa'd and peace is giv'n. o 3 Now truth and honour shall abound, Religion dwell on earth again; And heav'nly influence bless the ground. In our Redeemer's genLle reign. — 4 His righteousness is gone before, To give us free access to God; Our wand'ringfeet shall stray no more. But mark his steps and keep the road. Islington. Oporto. PSALM 86. C. M. Ver. 8 13. A general Song of Praise to God, 1 A MONG the princes, earthly gods, J\_ There's none hath pow'r divine; Nor is their nature, mighty Lord, Nor are their works like thine. 2 The nations, thou hast made, shall brinj Their offerings round thy throne; For thou alone dost wondrous things; For thou art God alone. 3 Lord, I would walk with holy feet; Teach me thine heav'nly ways; And my poor scntter'd thoughts unite^ In, God ray Father's praise, PSALM 87, 89. o 4 Great is thy mercy, and ray tongue Shall those sweet wonders tell, — How, by thy grace, my sinking soul Rose from the deeps of hell. York. PSALM 87. L. M. The Church, the Firth-place of the Saints. i £~S OD, in his earthly temple, lays \JK Foundations for his heav'nly praise; e He likes the tents of Jacob well; o But still in Zion loves to dwell. « 2 His mercy visits ev'ry house, That pay their night and morning tows; o But makes a more delightful stay, Where churches meet to praise and pray. * S What glories were describ'd of old! What wonders are of Zion told! o Thou city of our God below, Thy fame shall Tyre and Egypt know. o 4 Egypt and Tyre, and Greek and jew, Shall there begin their lives anew: s Angels and men shall join to sing The Hill, where living waters spring. — 5 When God makes up his last account Of natives in Ids holy mount, 'Twill be an honour to appear, As one new-born, or nourish'd there! Green's. Leeds. PSALM 89. L. M. First Part. Covenant -with Christ, the true David. X "BTlOREVER shall my song record _J" The truth and mercy of the Lord; s Mercy and truth for ever stand, Like heav'n establish'd by his hand. 2 Thus to his Son he swore and said, d "With thee my cov'nant first is made; "In thee shall dying sinners live, "Glory and grace are thine to give. .S "Be thou my prophet, thou ray priest; •Thy children shall be ever blest; "Thou art my chosen King; thy throne "Shall stand eternal, like my own. 4 "There's none of all my sons above, "So much my image, or my love; ♦'Celestial pow'rs thy subjects are; "Then what can earth to thee compare? 5 "David, my servant, whom I chose, •'To guard my flock ; to crush my foes, "And rais'd him to the Jewish throne, "Was but a shadow of my Son." o 6 Now let the church rejoice, and sing Jesus her Saviour and her King; s Angels his heav'nly wonders show, And saints declare his works below. Nantviich. Truro. C. M. First Part. The Faithfulness of Goo. 1 MY never-ceasing songs shall show The mercies of the Lord; And make succeeding ages know How faithful is his word. 2 The 9acred truths, his lips pronounce, Shall firm as heav'n endure; And if he speaks a promise once, Th' eternal grace is sure. e 5 How long the race of David held The promis'd Jewish throne! But there's a nobler cov'nant seal'd To David's greater Son. o 4 His seed forever shall possess A throne above the skies; The meanest subject of his grace Shall to that glory rise, g 5 Lord God of hosts, thy wondrous way$i Are sung by saints above; And saints on earth their honours raise To thy unchanging love. Colchester. Abridge. & M. Second Part. Ver. 7, &o. Majesty of Gob: or Reverential Worship. e 1 WITH rev'renceletthe saints appear, And bow before the Lord; His high commands with rev'rence hear, And tremble at his word. a 2 How terrible thy glories rise! — How bright thy beauties shine! e Where is the pow'r with thee that wes? Or truth compar'd with thine? g 3 The northern pole, and southern, rest On thy supporting hand; Darkness and day, from east to west, Move round at thy command. o 4 Thy words the raging winds controul, And rule the boist'rous deep; Thou mak'st the sleeping billows roll, The rolling billows sleep. — 5 Heav'n, earth, and air, and sea are thine, e And the dark world of hell: a How did thine arm in vengeance shine, When Egypt durst rebel! g (5 Justice and judgment are thy throne, — Yet wondrous is thy grace; o While truth and mercy join'd in one, Invite us near thy face. Plymouth. C. M. Third Part. Ver. 15, &c. JL Blessed Gospel. 1 BLEST are the souls, who hear and know The gospel's joyful sound; Peace shall attend the jSaths they go, And light their steps surround. 2 Their joy shall bear their spirits up, Through their Redeemer's name; His righteousness exalts their hope, Nor Satan dares condemn, o 3 The Lord our glory, and defence, Strength and salvation gives: g Israel, thy King for ever reigns, Thy God for ever lives. Devizes. C. M. Fourth Part. Ver. 19, &c. Christ's Mediatorial Kingdom. 1 HEAR what the Lord in vision said-, And made his mercy known: d "Sinners, behold your help is lard "On my almighty Son. 2 "Behold the man my wisdom chose, "Among your mortal race; "His head my holy oil o'erflows, "The Spirit of my grace. 9 3 "High shall he reign on David's throne, "My people's better King; "My arm shall beat his rivals down,_ "And still new subjects bring. — 4 "My truth shall guard him in his way, "With mercy by his side; o "While in my name o'er earth and sea. "He shall in triumph ride. TSALM 89, 90. 3T —5 "Me for his Father, and his God, "He shall for ever own; "Call me his Rock, his high Abode, • "And I'll support my Son. d 6 "My first-born Son, array'd in grace, "At my right hand shall sit; "Beneath him angels know their place, "And monarchs at his feet, g 7 "My cov'nant stands for ever fast, "My promises are strong; "Firm as the heav'ns his throne shall Inst, "His seed endure as long." JMear. C. M. Fiftb Part. Ver. SO,' he. The Covenant of Grace, ordered and sure, 1 "YET, saith the Lord, if David's race, "The children of my Son, e "Should break my laws, abuse ray grace, "And tempt mine anger down; — ■2 "Their sins I'll visit with the rod, "And make their folly smart; —"But I'll not cease to be their God, "Nor from my truth depart. 3 "My cov'nant I will ne'er revoke, "But keep my grace in mind; "And what eternal lofe hath spoke, "Eternal truth shall bind, e i "Once have I sworn, (I need no more,) "And pledg'd my holiness, "To seal the sacred promise sure "To David and his race. * 5 "The sun shall see his offspring rise, "And spread from sea to sea, "Long as he travels round the skies, "To give the nations day. g 6 "Sure as the moon that rules the night, "His kingdom shall endure; "Till the iix'd laws of shade and light "Shall be observ'd no more." St. Asaplts. L. M. Second Part. Ver. 47, &c. Mortality and Hope. — A Funeral Psalm. e I REMEMBER, Lord, our mortal state, p How frail our life, how short the date! Where is the man, who draws his breath, Safe from disease, secure from death? — 2 Lord, while we see whole nations die, Our flesh and sense repine, and cry, p "Must death forever rage and reign? "Or hast thou made mankind in vain? 3 "Where is thy promise to the just? "Are not thy servants turn'd to dust?" — But faith forbids these mournful sighs, o And sees the sleeping dust arise. 4 That glorious hour, that dreadful day, Wipes the reproach of saints away, And clears the honour of thy word; a Awake our souls, and bless the Lovd.Pleyel's. P. M. Ver. 47, &c. Life, Death, and the Resurrection. e 1 THINK, mighty God, on feeble man; e How few his hours, how short his span! — Short from the cradle to the grave: C Who can seofie his vital breath, Against the bold demands of death, With (skill to fly, or pow'r to save? — 2 Lord, shall it be for ever laid, d "The race of man was only made "For sickness, sorrow, and the dust!" e Are not thy servants day by 'lay, Sent to their graves, and turn'd to clay? e Lord, where's thy kindness to the just? — 3 Hast thou not promis'd to thy Son, And all his seed, a heav'nly crown' p But flesh and sense indulge despair: o For ever blessed be the Lord, That faith can read his holy word, And find a resurrection there. o 4 For ever blessed be the Lord, Who gives his saints a long reward, — For all their toil, reproach and pain; s Let all below, and all above, Join to proclaim thy wondrous love, g And each repeat their loud — Amen. Harhnvfov. PSALM 90. L. M. Jitan mortal, and God eternal. 1 npHROUGH ev'ry age, eternal God, §_ Thou art our rest, our safe abode; High was thy throne, e'er heav'n was made, Or earth thy humble footstool laid. 2 Long hadst thou r^ign'd, ere lime began, Or dust was fashion'd into man; And long thy kingdom shall endure, When earth and time shall be no more, e 3 But man, weak man, is born to die, Made up of guilt and vanity; a Thy dreadful sentence, Lord, was just,— d "Return, ye sinners, to your dust.'* — 5 Death, like an overflowing stream. Sweeps us away; our life's a dream; p An empty tale; a morning flow'r, Cut down and wither'd in an hour. — 8 Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man; And kindly lengthen out our span; 'Till a wise care of piety Fit us to die, and dwell with thee. Carthage. Worship. C. M. First Part. Ver. 1— S. Men frail, and God eternal. 1 OUR God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come; Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home. 2 Under the shadow of thy throne. Thy saints have dwelt secure; Sufficient is thine arm alone, Aud our defence is sure. 5 A thousand ages, in thy sight, Are like an ev'ninggone; Short as the watch that ends the night, Before the rising sun. e 7 Time, like an ever-rolling stream, Bears all its sons away; They fly, forgotten, as a dream Dies at the op'ning day. o 8 Like flow'ry fields the nations stand, Pleas'd with the morning light: e The flow'rs beneath the mower's hand, Lie with'ring ere 'tis night. — 9 Our God, our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Be thou our guard while troubles last, And our eternal home. Wantare. S3 PSALM 90, 91, 92. C. M. Second Part. Ver. 8, 11,9, 10, 1 '2. Mortality, mid Preparation for Death. e 1 LOUD, if thine eyes survey our faults, And justice grows severe, Thy dreadful wrath exceeds our tho'ts, And burns beyond our fear. 2 Thine anger turns our frame to dust: p By one one nee to thee, Adam and all his sons have lost Their immortality. — 3 Life like a vain amusement ftic^J, A fable or a song; By swift degrees our nature dies, Nor can our joys be long. e 4 'Tis but a few whose days amount To three score years and ten; p And all, beyond that short account, Is sorrow, toil and pain. —6 Almighty (J od, reveal thy love, And not tlry wrath alone; let our sweet experience prove The mercies of thy throne. 7 Our souls would learn the heav'nly art, T' improve the hours we have; That we may act the wiser part, And live beyond the grave. China. C. M. Third Part. Ver. 13, kc. Breathing after Heaven. 1 RETURN, O God of love, return; Earth is a tiresome place: How long shall we, thy children, mourn Our absence from thy face? 2 Let lieav'n succeed our painful years, Let sin and sorrow cease; And in proportion to our teal's, So make our joys increase. 3 Thy wonders to thy servants show, Make thy own work complete; Then shall our souls thy glory know, And own tliy love was great. • 4 Then shall we shine before thy throne, In all thy beauty, Lord; And the poor service we have done Meet a divine reward. Canterbury. S. M. Ver. 6, 10, 12. The Frailty and Shortness of Life: 1 LORD, what a feeble piece Is this our mortal frame! e Our life — how poor a trifle 'tis, That scarce deserves the name! p 2 Alas, the brittle clay, That built our bodies first! And ev'ry mouth, and ev'ry day, 'Tis mould' ring back to dust. — 3 Our moments fly apace, Nor will our minutes stay; o Just like a flood our hasty days Are sweeping us away. 4 Well, if our days must fly, We'll keep their end in sight; We'll spend them all in wisdom's way, And let them speed their flight. ,. 5 They'll sooner waft us o'er This life's tempestuous sea: Soon we shall reach the peaceful shore Of blest eternity, Jlylesbury. PSALM 91. L. M. Ver. 1—7. Safety in Public Diseases and Danger. 1 3JjE, who hath made his refuge — God, A g Shall find a most secure abode; Shall walk, all day, beneath his shade, And there, at night, shall rest his head. 4 .Tust as a hen protects her brood, (From birds of prey that seek their blood,) Under her feathers, so the Lord Makes his own arm hiB people's guard. e 5 If burning beams of noon conspire To dart a pestilential fire; o God is their life; his wings are spread To shield them with a healthful shade, e 6 If vapours, with malignant breath, Rise thick, and scatter midnight death, o Israel is safe: the poison'd air Grows pure, if Israel's God be there. — 9 But if the fire, or plague, or sword, Receive commission from the Lord, To strike his saints among the rest, o Their very pains and deaths are blest. 10 The sword, the pestilence or fire, Shall b ut fulfil their best desire; From sins and sorrows set them free, Aud bring thy children, Lord, to thee. Shoel. Oporto. PSALM 92. L. M. Fiiist Part. A Psalm for the Lord's Day. 1 DWEET is the work, my God, my King, J5 To praise thy name, give thanks and To show thy love by morning light, [sing; And talk of all thy truth at night. e 2 Sweet is the day of sacred re6t, No mortal cares shall seize my breast: — O may my heart in tune be found, Like David's harp of solemn sound! s 3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord, And bless his works, an<4 bless his word; e Thy works of grace, how bright they shine! e How chiep thy counsels! how divine! — 4 Fools never raise their thoughts so high; e Like brutes they live, like brutes they die; — Like grass they flourish, till thy breath o Blast them in everlasting death, o 5 But I shall share a glorious part, When grace hath well refin'd my heart; And fresh supplies of joy are shed, Like holy oil to cheer my head. g 7 Then shall I see and hear and know, All I desir'd or wish'd below; And ev'ry pow'r find sweet employ In that eternal word of joy. Green's. L. M. Second Part. The Church the Garden of God. 1 LORD, 'tis a pleasant thing to stand, In gardens planted by thy hand; Let me within thy courts be seen, Like a young cedar fresh and green. 2 There grow thy saints in faith and love, Blest with thine influence from above; Not Lebanon, with all its trees, Yields such a comely sight as these. 3 The plants of grace shall ever live; (Nature decays, but grace must thrive,') Time, that does all things else impair, Still makes them flourish, strong and fair. PSALM 93, 94, 95. 39 4 Laden with fruits of age, they show The Lord is holy, just and true: None that attend his gates shall find A God unfaithful or unkind. Qnerct/. PSALM 93. L. M. Fibst Part. The eternal and sovereign God. 1 1 EHOVAH reigns; he dwells in light, 9$ Girded with majesty and might: The world, created by his hands, Still on its first foundation stands. e 2 But ere this spacious world was made, Or had its first foundations laid, Thy throne eternal ages stood, Thyself the ever-living God. » 3 Like floods the angry nations rise, And aim their rage against the skies: e Vain floods that aim their rage so high! — At thy rebuke the billows die. 4 For ever shall thy throne endure; Thy promise stands for ever sure; And everlasting holiness Becomes the dwellings of thy grace. Old Hundred. P. M. Fiwst Part. God's Majesty and Sovereign Dominion. 1 THE Lord of glory reigne; he reigns on high; His robes of state are strength and majesty; This wide creation rose at his command, Built by his word, and 'stablish'd by his hand: Long stood his throne, ere he began creation, And his own Godhead — is the firm foundation. 2 God is th' eternal King: thy foes in vain Raise their rebellions, to confound thy reign: In vain the storms, in vain the floods arise, And roar,and toss theirwaves against the skies; Foaming at heav'n, they rage with wild com- motion, \_ ocean. But heav'n's high arches scorn the swelling d S Ye tempests,rage no more; ye floods, be still; And the mad world, obedient to his will: Built on his truth, his church must ever stand; Firm are his promises, and strong his hand: See his own sons,when they appear before him, Bow at his foot-stool;and with fear adore him. Walworth. P. M. Second Part. God's Power, and Zion's Safety. 1 THE Lord Jehovah reigns, And royal state maintains; His head with awful glories crown' d; Array'd in robes of light, Begirt with sov'reign might, And rays of majesty around. 2 Upheld by thy commands, The world securely stands, And skies and stars obey thy wortR Thy throne was fix'd on high, Before the starry sky: — Eternal is thy kingdom, Lord, e 3 In vain the noisy crowd, Like billows fierce and loud, Against thine empire rage and roar; In vain, with angry spite, The surly nations fight, And dabhlike waves against the shore* — 4 Let floods and nations rage, And all their pow'ra engage,—- Let swelling tides assault the sky; The terrours of thy frown Shall beat, their madness down; Thy throne for evei stands pn high. g 5 Thy promises are true, Thy grace is ever new; There fix'd, thy church shall ne'er remove,. Thy saints, with holy fear, Shall in thy courts appenr, And sing thine everlasting love. Dahton. PSALM 94. C. M. Second Part. Ver. 16—23. Deliverance from Temptation and Persecution. 1 *"irHO will arise, and plead my right, ff Against my num'rous foes; While earth and hell their force unite, And all my hopes oppose. 2 Had not the Lord, my Bock, my Helpj Sustained my fainting head, e My life had now in silence dwelt, My soul amongst the dead, p 3 "Alas my sliding feet!" I cry'd, — Thy promise was my prop; Thy grace stood constant by my side, o Thy Spirit bore me up. e 4 When multitudes of mournful thoughts Within my bosom roll, o Thy boundless love forgives my faults, Thy comforts cheer rny soul. — 5 Pow'rs of iniquity may rise, And frame pernicious laws; o But God my refuge rules the skies, He will defend my cause. —6 Let malice vent her rage aloud; Let bold blasphemers scoff; g The Lord our God shall judge the proud, And cut the sinners off. Reading, PSALM 95. CM. A Psalm before Prayer. 1 OING to the Lord Jehovah's name, k^ And in his strength rejoice; When his salvation is our theme, Exalted be our voice. 2 With thanks approach his awful sight, And psalms of honour sing; The Lord's a God of boundless might, The whole creation's King. 3 Let princes hear, let angels know, How mean their natures seem, Those gods on high, and gods below, When once compar'd with him. 4 Earth, with its caverns dark and deep, Lies in his spacious hand; He fix'd the seas what bounds to keep, And where the hills must stand. e 5 Come, and with humble souls adore, Come kneel before his face; may the creatures of his pow'r Be children of his grace. o Now is the time; — he bends his ear, And waits for your request} o Come, lest he rouse his wrath, and swear, "Ye shah not see my rest." Bedford. Plymouth. S. M. A Psalm before Sermon. 1 GOME, sound his praise abroad, And hymns of glory sing; Jehovah is the sov'reign GoJ, The universal King. 2 He form'd the deeps unknovn He giue the seas their bound: The wutYy worlds are alibis esriij And all the solid around. 40 ~e 3 Come, worsliis at Ins throne, Come bow before tlie Lord; — We are his works, ami not our own, He form'd us by his word. 4 To-day attend his voice, Nor (fare provoke bis rod; Come, like the people of bis choice, And own ) our gracious God. ■ / i ■ J'eckham. L. M. Ver. 1, 2, 3, 6— tt. Canaan lost through Uiibelief. 2 COME, let our souls address the Lord, Who fram'd our natures with his word; (j He is our Shepherd; we the sheep* His mercy chose, his pastures keep. — 3 Come, let us hear his voice to-day, The counsels of bis love obey; e Nor let our harden" d hearts renew The sins and plagues that Israel knew. 4 Israel, who saw his works ofgra.ee, Tempted their Maker to his face; A faithless, unbelieving brood, That tir'd the patience of their God! a 6 Look back, my soul, with holy dread, And view those ancient rebels dead; — Attend the otfer'd grace to day, Nor lose th« blessing by delay. o 7 Seize the kind promise, while it waits, And march to Zion's heav'nly gates; Relieve, and take the promts d rest; Obey, and be for ever blest. Blendan. Leeds. PSALM 96, 97. PSALM 96. C. M. Ver. 1, 10, Sec. Comet's First and Second Coming. 1 Q ING to the Lord, ye distant lands, J5 Ye tribes of ev'ry tongue; Tlis new discover'd grace demands A new and nobler song. 2 Say to the nations, Jesus reigns, God's own almighty Son; o His pow'r the sinking world sustains, e And grace surrounds bis throne. ■ — 3 Let heav'n proclaim the joyful day, o Joy through the earth be seen; Let cities shine in bright array, And fields in cheerful green. 4 Let an unusual joy surprise The islands of the sea; (3 Ye mountains sink, ye vallies rise, Prepare the Lord his way. o 5 Heboid, he comes, he cornea to bless The nations as their God; a To show the world his righteousness, And send his truth abroad, g 6 But when his voice shall raise the dead, And bid the world draw near, a How will the guilty nations dread, To see their Judge appear! -Ivundel. Christmas. P. M. 'J'he Gon of the Gentiles. 1 LET all the earth their voices raise. To sing the choicest psalm of praise, To sing and bless Jehovah's name; His glory let the heathens know, '\U wonders to the nations show, And all his saving 2 Shine forth, in all thy dreadful name; e Why should a heathen's haughty tongue Insult us, and to raise our shame, d Say,"\Vhere's the God you've serv'd so long?" o 3 The God, we serve, maintains his throne, Above the clouds, beyond the skies; Through all the earth his will is done, He knows our groans, he hears our cries. e 4 But the vain idols, they adore, Are senseless shapes of stone and wood; At best a mass of gliu'ring ore, A silver saint, or golden god. g 7 O Israel, make the Lord thy hope, Thy help, thy refuge, and thy rest; The Lord shall build thy ruins up, And bless the people and the priest. a 8 The dead no more can speak thy praise, They dwell iu silence in the grave; o But we shall live to sing thy grace, u And tell the world thy pow'r to save. Psalm 97th. P. M. Popish Idolatry reproved. 1 NOT to our names,Thou oidy just and true, Not to our worthless names is glory due; Thy pow'r and grace,thy tnuh and justice Immortal honours to thy sov'reign name.[clahn Shine thro' the earth, from heav'n thy blest abode,' [God.'" Nor let the heathen say, "And where'a your 2 Heav'n is thine higher court; there stands thy throne; And thro' the lower worlds thy will is done; Earth is thy work, the heavens thy hand hath spread; [made: e But fools adore the gods their hands have —The kneeling crowd, with looks devout,behold Their silver saviours and their saints oi gold. a 5 Bo heav'n and earth amaz'd!-'Tishard to say Which the more stupid, or their gods, or they. O Israel, trust the Lord; Hs hears and sees; He knows thy sorrows,and restores thy peace: His worship does a thousand comforts yield, He is thy help, and he thiue heav'nly shield. o 6 In God we trust; our impious foes in vain Attempt our ruin, and oppose his reign; e Had they prevail'd, darkness had clos'd ourdays, And death and silence had forbid his praise: s But we are sav'd, and live: let songs arise, And Zion bless the God who built the skies. Walworth. PSALM 116. C. M. Second Part. Ver. 12, &c. Vows made »n Trouble, paid in the Church. I I^THAT shall I render to my God, ff For all his kindness shown? o My feet shall visit thine abode, My songs address thy th rone. — 2 Among the saints who fill thine house, MyofT rings shall be paid; There shall my zeal perform the vows, My sonl in anguish made. e 3 How much is mercy thy delight, Thou ever blessed God! How dear thy servants in thy sight! How precious is their blood! o i How happy all thy servants are! Mow great thy grace to mc! My life which thou hast made thy care, 1 onl,I devote to trrte- — 5 Now I am thine — for ever thine — Nor shall my purpose move; Thy hand hath loos'd my bonds of pain,- And bound me with thy love. 6 Here, in thy courts, I leave my vow, And thy rich grace record; Witness, ye saints, who hear me now, If 1 forsake the Lord. Hymn Id. St. Martin's. PSALM 117. C. M. Praise to God from all Nations. o 1 A k ALL ye nations, praise the Lord, ^ f Each with a diif'rent tongue* In ev'ry language learn his word, And let his name be sung. 2 His mercy reigns, through ev'ry land! Proclaim his grace abroad; For ever firm his truth shall stand; Praise ye the faithful God. Doxology., L. M. 1 FROM all who dwell below the skies, Let the Creator's praise arise; Let the Redeemer's name be sung, Through ev'ry land, by ev'ry tongue. 2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord; Eternal truth attends thy word: Thy praise shall sound from shore to shone, . 'Till suns shall rise and set no more. Old Hundred. S. M. 1 THY name, almighty Lord, Shall sound through distant lands-; Great is thy grace, and sure thy word; Thy truth for ever stands. 2 Far be thine honour spread, And long thy praise endure, 'Till morning light and ev'ning shade Shall be exchang'd no more. Kibivorth. PSALM 118. C. M. Second Part. Ver. 17—21. Public Praise for Deliverance from Death. 1 | ORD, thou lust heard thy servant cry, gj 4 Andrescu'd from the grave; Now shall he live: (and none can die, If God resolve to save.) 2 Thv praise, more constant than before, Shall fill his daily breath; Thy hand that hath chastis'd him sore, Defends him still from death, o 3 Open the gates of Zion now, For we shall worship there — The house where all the righteous g Whose ways are right and clean; Who never from thy law depart, Bat By from ev'ry sin. 2 Blest are the men who keep thy word, And practise thy commands; « With their whole heart they seek thee,Lord, And serve thee with their hands. Ver. 165. e 3 Great is their peace who love thy law, How firm their souls abide! - -Nor can a bold temptation draw 'J' heir steady feet aside. Ver. 6. • 4 Then shall my heart have inward joy And keep mv fcce from shame, When all thy statutes I obey, And honour all thv narhe. Ver. 21, 118. e 5 But haughty sinners God will hate, The proud shall die accurst; The sons of falsehood and deceit Are trodden to the du3t. Ver. 119, 155. p 6 Vile as the dross the wicked are; And those, who leave thy ways, Shall see salvation from afar, But never taste thy grace. Bedford, C. M. Second Part. Devotion: Constant Converse -with Go», 1 TO thee, before the dawning light, My gracious God, I pray, 1 meditate thy name by night, And keep thy law by day. Ver. 81. 2 My spirit faints to see thy grace. Thy promise bears rue up; And while salvation long delays, Thy woi'd supports my hope. Ver. 164. 3 Seven times a day I lift my hand%, And pay my thanks to thee; Thy righteous providence demands Bepeated praise from me. Ver. 62. 4 When midnight darkness veils the skie s -, I call thy works to mind; My thoughts in warm devotion rise, And sweet acceptance find. Canterbury C. M. Third Part. Sincerity, and Devoted Obedience. Ver. 57, 60. o 1 THOU art my portion, O my God; Soon as I know thy way, My heart makes haste t' obey thy word^ And sutlers no delay. Ver. 30, 14. 2 I choose the path of heav'nly truth . And glory in my choice; Not all the riches ( f the earth Could make me so rejoice. 3 The testimonies of thy grace, I set before mine eyes; Thence I derive my daily strength, And there my comfort lies. Ver. 59. e 4 If once I wander from thy path, I think upon my ways; o Then turn my feet to thy commands, And trust thy pard'ning grace. Ver. 94, 114. d 5 Now I am thine, for ever thine, e O save thy servant, Lord! o Thou art my shield, my hiding place. My hope is in thy word. Ver. 112. — 6 Thou hast inclin'd this heart of mint Thy statutes to fulfil; o And thus, 'till mortal life shall end, Would I perform thy will. St. Jinn's. C. M. Fourth Part. Instructions from Scripture. Ver. 9. b 1 HOW shall the young secure their hearf And guard their lives from sin? — Thy word the choicest rule imparts, To keep the conscience, cleun. PSALM 119. 49 Ver. ISO. o 2 When once it enters to the mind, It spreads such light abroad. The meanest souls instruction find, And raise their thoughts to God. Ver. 105. —3 'Tis like the sun, a heav'nly light That guides us all the day; And through the dangers of the night, A lamp to lead our way. Ver. 99, 100. 4 The men, who keep thy law with care, And meditate thy word, Grow wiser than thwr teachers are, And better know the Lord. Ver. 104, tJ3. 5 Thy precepts make me truly wise; I hate the sinner's road; I hate my own vain thoughts that rise, o But love thy law my God. Ver. 89, 90, 91. g 6 [The starry heav'ns thy rule obey, The earth maintains her place; And these thy servants night and day Thy skill and pow'r express, b 7 But still thy law and gospel, Lord, Have lessons more divine; g Not earth stands firmer than thy word, Nor stars so nobly shine.] Ver. 160, 140, 9, 116. **-8 Thy word is everlasting truth; How pure is ev'ry page! That holy book shall guide our youth, And well support our age. jifear. C. M. Fifth Part. Delight in the Scriptures. Ver. 97. 1 O HOW I love thy holy law! 'Tis daily my delight; And thence my meditations draw Divine advice by night. Ver. 148. 2 My waking eyes prevent the day. To meditate thy word; My soul with longing melts away, To hear thy gospel, Lord. Ver. 3, 13, 54. 3 How doth thy word my heart engage- How well employ my tongue! And in my tiresome pilgrimage, Yields me an heav'nly song! Ver. 19, 103. 4 Am I a stranger, or at home, 'Tis my perpetual feast! Not honey dropping from the comb, So much delights my taste. Ver. 72, 127. 5 No treasures so enrich the mind; Nor shall thy word be sold For loads of silver well refin'd, Nor heaps of choicest gold. Ver. 28, 49, 175. 6 When nature sinks, and spirits droop, Thy promises of grace g Are pillars to support my hope, — And there I write thy praise. JBarby. C. M. Sixth Part. Holiness and Comfort from the Word. Ver. 128. 1 LORD, I esteem thy judgments right, And all thy statutesjust; Thence I maintain a constant fight, With ev'ry flatt'ring lust. Ver. 97, 9. 2 Thy precepts often I survey; I keep thy law in sight, Through all the business of the day, To form my actions right. Ver. 62. 3 My heart, in midnight silenee, cries, "How sweet thy comforts be;" My thoughts in holy wonder rise, And bring their thanks to thee: Ver. 162. 4 And when my spirit drinks her fill, At some good word of thine, Not might) men that share the spoil Have joys compared to mine. St. Martin's. C. M. Seventh Paiit. Imperfection of J\'ature: Perfection of 'Scripture. Ver. 96, paraphrased. 1 LET all the Heathen writers join, To form one perfect book; Great God, if ODce compar'd with thine, How mean their writings look! 2 Not the ronst perfect rules they gave, Could shew one sin forgiv'n; Nor lead a step beyond the grave; But thine conduct to heav'n. e 3 I've seen an end of what we call Perfection, here below; How short the pow'rs of nature fall, And can no further go. 4 Yet men would fain be just with God", By works their hands have wrought; But thy commands, exceeding broad, Extend to ev'ry thought. e 5 In vain we boast perfection here, While sin defiles our frame, And sinks our virtues down so far They scarce deserve the name. — 6 Our faith, and love, and ev'ry grace, Fall far below thy word; But perfect truth and righteousness Dwell only with the Lord. Bedford. C. M. Eighth Part. The Word of God the Saint's Portion. Ver. Ill, paraphrased. 1 LORD, I have made thy word my choice. My lasting heritage; o There shall my noblest pow'rs rejoice, My. warmest thoughts engage, b 2 I'll read the hist'ries of thy love, And keep thy laws in sight; While through the promises I rove, With ever fresh delight. — 3 'Tis a broad land — of wealth unknown, Where springs of life arise, — o Seeds of immortal bliss are sown, And hidden glory lies. — 4 The best relief that mourners have; It makes our sorrows blest: g Our fairest hope beyond the grave, And our eternal rest. York, C. M. Ninth Part. Teaching of the Spirit itnth the Word. "Ver. 64, 68, 18. 1 THY mercies fill the earth, O Lord, How good thy works appear! Open mine eyes to read thy word, And see thy wonders there. Ver. 73, 125. 2 My heart was fashion'd by thy hand. My service is thy due; O make thy servant understand. The duties he must dr. 50 PSALM 119. Ver. 19. | 5 Since I'm a stranger here below, Let not thy path be hid; But mark the roud my feet should go, And be my constant guide. Ver. 26. p 4 When I confess'd my wand'ring ways, Thou heardst my soul complain; Grant me the teachings of thy grace, Or I shall stray again. Ver. 33, 34. — 5 If God to me his statutes shew, And heav'nly truth impart, n His work for ever I'll pursue, His law shall rule my heart. - ■ Abridge. C. M. Tenth Part. Pleading the Protnises. Ver 38,49. J BEHOLD thy waiting servant, Lord, Devoted to thy fear; Remember, and confirm thy word, .For all my hopes are there. Ver. 41, 58, 107. e 2 Hast thou not sent salvation down, And promis'd quick'ning grace! Does not my heart address thy throne? — And yet thy love delays. Ver. 123, 42. p 3 Mine eyes for thy salvation fail; O bear thy servant up! Nor let .the scoffing lips prevail, Who dare reproach my hope. Ver. 49, 74. p 4 Didst thou not raise my faith, O Lord? — Then let thy truth appear; o Saints shall rejoice in my reward, Aud trust as well as fear. Sivanwick. C. M. ElEYENTH Part. Ver. 5, 33. Breathing after Holiness. 1 O THAT the Lord would guide my ways, To keep his statutes still! O tlinl my God would grant me grace, To know and do his will! Ver. 29. 2 O send thy Spirit down — to write Thy law upon my heart! Nor let my tongue indulge deceit, Nor act the liar's part. Ver. 37, 36. 3 From vanity turn off my eyes^ Let no corrupt design, Nor covetous desires arise Within this soul of mine. Ver. 133. 4 Order my footsteps by thy word, And make my heart sincere; Let sin have no dominion, Lord; But keep my conscience clear. Ver. 176. e 5 My soul hath gone too far astray, My feet too often slip; Yet since I've not forgot thy way, Restore thy wand'ring sheep. Ver. 35. « 6 Make roc to walk in thy commands; 'Tis a delightful road; Nor let my head, or heart, or hands, Offend against my God... Bymn 2d. C. M. Twelfth Part. Breathing after Comfort and Deliverance. Ver. 153. e 1 MY God, consider my distress, Let mercy plead my cause; Though I have sinn'd against thy gtace, I can't forget thy laws. Ver. 39, 116. p 2 Forbid, forbid the sharp reproach, Which I so justly fear; ' Uphold my life, uphold my hopes, Nor let my shame appear. Ver. 122, 135. — 3 Be thou a surety, Lord, for me, Nor let the proud oppress; But make thy waiting servant see The shinings of thy face. Ver. 82. e 4 Mine eyes with expectation fail, My heart within me cries, •When will the Lord his truth fulfil, •And make my comforts rise?' Ver. 132. — 5 Look dowmipon my sorrows, Lord, And shew thy grace the same, o As thou art ever wont t' afford To those who love thy name. Wantagg. C. M. Thirteenth Part. Holy Fear and Tenderness of Conscience. Ver. 10. 1 WITH my whole heart I've sought thy O let me never stray, [face; From thy commands, O God of grace, Nor tread the sinner's way. Ver. 11. 2 Thy word I've hid within my hearf,- To keep my conscience clean, And be an everlasting guard From ev'ry rising sin. Ver. 63, 53, 158. 3 I'm a companion of the saints, Who fear and love the Lord; a My sorrows rise, my nature faints, When men transgress thy word. Ver. 161, 163. c 4 While sinners do thy gospel wrong,- My spirit stands in awe; My soul abhors a lying tongue, But loves thy righteous law. Ver. 161, 120. p 5 My heart with sacred rev'rence hears The threat'nings of thy word; My flesh with holy trembling fears The judgments ofthe Lord. Ver 166,174. — 6 My God, I long, I hope, I wait For thy salvation still; o While thy whole law is my delight, And I obey thy will. Colchester.. C. M. Fourteenth Part. Benefit of Afflictions and Support under them. Ver MS, 81, 82. 1 CONSIDER all my sorrows, Lordj And thy deliv'rance send; My soul for thy salvation faints; When will my troubles end! Ver. 71. 2 Yet have I found 'tis good for me To bear my Father's rod; Afflictions make me learn thy law, And live upon my God. PSALM 119. 61 Ver. 50. 3 This is the comfort I enjoy When new distress begins; I read thy word, 1 run thy way And hate my former siii9. Ver. 92. ■4 Had not thy word been my delight, When earthly joys were fled, My 60U.I, oppress'd with sorrow's weight. Had sunk amongst the dead. Ver. 75. 5 I know thy judgments, Lord, are right, Though they may seem severe; The sharpest suff'rings [ endure Flow from thy faithful care. Ver. 67. 6 Before I knew thy chast'ning rod, My feet were apt to stray: But now I learn to keep thy word, If or wander from thy way. IValsal. C. M. Fifteenth Part. Holy Resolutions. Ver. 93. 1 G THAT thy statutes, ev'ry hour, Might dwell upon my mind! Thence I derive a quick'ning pow'r, And daily peace I find. Ver. 15, 16. 2 To meditate thy precepts, Lord, Shall be my sweet employ; My soul shall ne'er forget thy word; o Thy word is all my joy. Ver. 32. — 3 How would I run in thy commands^ If thou my heart discharge From sin's and Satan's hateful chains, And set my feet at large. Ver. 13, 46. a 4 My lips with courage shall declare Thy statutes and thy name; I'll speak thy word, though kings should hear, Nor yield to sinful shame. Ver. 61, 69, 70. —5 Let bands of persecutors rise, To rob me of my rights- Let pride and malice forge their liqs, Thy law is my delight. Ver. 115. o 6 Depart from me, ye wicked race. Whose hands and hearts are ill; I love my God, I love his ways, And must obey his will. Bethlehem, C. M. Sixteenth Part. Prayer for quickening Grace. Ver. 25, 37. p t MY soul lies cleaving to the dust, Lord, give me life divine; From vain desires, and ev'ry lust, Turn off these eyes of mine. e 2 I need the influence of thy grace, To speed me in thy way; Lest I should loiter in my race, Or turn my feet astray. Ver. 107. 3 When sore afflictions press me down, I need thy quick'ning pow'rs; Thy ward that I have rested on ^hnll help my heaviest hours. Ver. 156, 40. e 4 Are not thy merries sovereign still? And thou a faithful God? Wilt thou not grant me warmer zeal, To run the lieav'nly road! Ver. 159, 40. 5 Does not my heart thy precepts lov»-> And long to see thy face? e And yet how slow my spirits move Without enlivening grace! — 6 Then shall I love thy gospel more, And ne'er forget thy word, When 1 have felt its quick'ning pow'r To draw me near the Lord. Plymoull L. M. First Part. Courage and Perseverance under Trials. Ver. 143, 28. 1 WHEN pain and anguish seize me, Lord, All my support is from thy word: My soul dissolves for heaviness; Uphold me with thy strenglh'ning grace. Ver. 51, 69, 110. 2 The proud have frain'd their scoffs and licsj They watch my feet with envious eyes, And tempt my soul to snares and sin; Yet thy commands I ne'er decline. Ver. 161, 78. 3 They hate me, Lord, without a cause, They hate to see me love thy laws; But. I will trust, and fear thy name, 'Till pride and malice die with shame. Babylon. L. M. Second Part. Afflictions Sanctified. Ver. 67 59. 1 FATHER, I bless thy gentle hand— How kind was thy chastising rod! That fore'd my conscience to a stand, And brought my wand'ring soul to God! e 2 Foolish and vain, I went astray, Ere I had felt thy scourges, Lord; p I left my guide, and lost my way, — But now 1 k>ve and keep thy word. Ver. 71. 3 'Tis good for me to bear the yoke^ For pride is apt to rise and swell; 'Tis good to bear my father's stroke^ That I might learn his statutes well. Ver. 72. o 4 The law, that issues from thy mouth. Shall raise my cheerful passions more, Than all the treasures of the" south. Or western hills of golden ore. Ver. 73. — 5 Thy hands have made my mort.nl frame, Thy Spirit form'd my soul within; Teach me to know thy wondrous name, And guard me safe from death and sin. Ver. 74. o 6 Then all who love and fear the Lord, In my salvation shall rejoice; For 1 have hoped in thy word. And made thy grace my only choice. Que. 1 1 PSALM Wft 0, M. Complaint of Strife, and Desire for Pea: ' 1 fjlllOU God of love, ill ii everbjc | Pity my pnff*ring state; Wl.cn wilt thou set my soul :>t rest From lips that love deceit!. 62 2 Hard tot of mine! my days are cast Among the sons of strife, Whose never ceasing brawling? waste My golden hours ofliFe. 3 O might I fly to change my place, How would I choose to dwell In some wide lonesome wilderness, And leave these gates of hell! 4 Peace is the b!es«i,ig that I seek, How lovely are its charms! I am tor peace; but when I speak, They all declare for arms. 5 New passions still their souls engage, And keep their malice strong; What shall be tlone to curb thy rage, O thou devouring tongue! 6 Should burning arrows smite thee thro' Strict justice would approve; But I had rather spare mv foe, And melt his heart with ove. Dorset. PSALM 121 L. M. Divine Protection. g 2 "fj E lives! the everlasting God, * ~~9 Who built the world, who spread the The heav'ns with all their hosts he made; [flood; And the dark regions of the dead! —3 He guides our feet, he guards our way; His morning smites bless all the day; He spreads the ev'ning veil, and keeps The silent hours while Israel sleeps. o 4 Israel, a name divinely blest, May rise secure, securely rest; Thy holy Guardian's wakeful eyes Admit no slumber nor surprise. — 5 No sun shall smite thy head by day, Nor the pale moon , with sickly ray, Shall blast thy couch; no baleful star Dart his malignant fire so far. o 6 Sltouhl earth and hell with malice burn, Still thou shalt go, and stilt return, Safe in the Lord; his heav'nly care Defends thy life from ev'ry snare. . — 7 On thea foul spirits have no pow'r; e And, in thy last departing hour, o Angels, who trace the airy l-oad; Shall bear thee homeward to thy God. Sheffield. Truro. P. M. Got) our Preserver. 1 UPWARD I lift mine eyes, From God is all my aid; The God who built the skies, And earth and nature made: God is the tow'r | His grace is nigh To which I fly; | In ev'ry hour. — 2 My Feet shall never slide, And fal't in fatal snares; Since God, my guard and guid», Defends mc from my fears. o Those wakeful eyes j Shall Israel koep That uever sleep, | When dangers rise. 3 No burning heats bv day, Nor blasts of ev'ning air, Shall take my health away, If God be with me there: c Thou art my sun | To guard my head, And thou my shade, | T?y night or noon. PSALM Hi, 122. o 4 Hast thou not given thy word. To save my sou) from death.' And 1 can trust my Lord, To keep my mortal breath: s I'll go and come, I 'Till from on high, Nor fear to die, | Thou call me home. Jtllerton. PSALM 122. C. M. Going to Church. o 1 WTW OW did my heart rejoice to hear O My friends devoutly 9ay; o "In Zion let us all appear, "And keep the solemn day!" — 2 I love her gates, I love the road! g The church, adorn'd with grace, Stands like a palace built for God, To shew his milder face. o 3 Up to her courts, with joys unknown, The holy tribes repair; e The Son of David holds his throne, And sits in judgment there. — 4 He hears our praises and complaints* e And, while his awful voice Divides the sinners from the saints, We tremble, and rejoice! . h 5 Peace be within this sacred place, And joy a constant guest! With holy gifts and heav'nly grace, Be her attendants blest. — C My soul shall pray for Zion still, While life or breath remains; Here my best friends, my kindred dwell, g Mere God, my Saviour, reigns. Hymn 2d. Bethlehem. P. M. Joy in the Worship and Blessedness ofZioy. b 1 HOWpleas'd, and blest was I, To hear the people cry, o "Come, let us seek our God to-day!" o Yes, with a cheerful zeal, We'll haste to Zion's hill, And there our vows and honours pay. — 2 Zion, thrice happy place! Adorn'd with wondrous grace, And walls of strength embrace thee round; In thee our tribes appear, To pray, and praise, and hear The sacred gospel's joyful sound. 3 Here David's greater Son Has fix'd his royal throne; He sits for grace and judgment here:' He bids the saints be glad; e He makes the sinner sad; — And humble souls rejoice with fear. b 4 May peace attend thy gate, And joy within thee wait, To bless the soul of ev'ry guest; The man who seeks thy peace, > And wishes thine increase, o A thousand blessings on him rest. — 5 Mv tongue repeats her vows — e "Peace to this sacred house!" — For here my friends and kindred dwell; o And since my glorious God Makes thee his blest abode; My soul shall ever love thee well. JDaUibn. PSALM 123, 124, 125, 12G, 127, 128. 55 PSALM 12G. C. M. A remarkable Display of Divine Grace. 1 "li/C/'HEN God reveal'd his gracious name, Tt Andchang'd my mournful slate, u My rapture seem'd a pleasing dream, The grace appear'd so great. — 2 The world beheld the glorious change, PSALM 123. C. M. Pleading leith Submission. fV THOU, whose grace and justice reign, Enthron'd above the skies, To thee our hearts would tell their pain, To thee we lift our eyes. 2 As servants watch their master's hand, And fear the angry stroke; Or maids before their mistress stand, And wait a peaceful look: — 3 So for our sins we justly feel Thy discipline, O God; Yet wait the gracious moment still, 'Till thou remove thy rod. 4 Those, who in wealth aud pleasure live, Our daily groans deride, And thy delays of mercy give Fresh courage to their pride. 3 Our foes insult us, but our hope In thy compassion lies; This thought shall bear our spirits up. That God will not despise. China. PSALM 12k L. M. Song for Deliverance. 1 "WW AD not the Lord, may Israel say, Jj_ Had not the Lord maintain'd our side, When men to make our lives a prey, Rose like the swelling of the tide; — 2 The swelling; tide had stopt our breath; So fiercely did the -waters roll, We had been swallow'd deep in death — Proud waters hail o'erwhelm'dour soul! u 3 We leap for joy, we shout and sing, Who jut escaped the fatal stroke; So flies the bird, with cheerful wing, When once the fowler's snare is broke. u 4 For ever blessed be the Lord, Who broke the fowler's cursed snare; Who sav'd us from the murd'ring sword, And made our lives and souls his care. g 5 Our help is in Jehovah's name, Who form'd the earth and built the skies; He who upholds that wond'rous frame, Guards his own church with watchful eyes. \ r antioich Truro PS\LM 125. C M. The Saint's Trial and Safety. o 1 IjIIRM and unmovM are they, | Who rest their souls on Garni; Firm as the mount where David dwelt, Or where the ark abode. — 2 As mountains stood to guard The city's sacred ground; So God and his almighty love Embrace his saints around, e 3 What though the Father's rod Drop a chastising si rokc; Yet, lest it wound their souis too deep, Its fury shall be Iroke. p 4 Deal gently, Lord, with those, Whose faith and pious fear — Whose hope and love, andev'ry grace, Proclaim their hearts sincere. — 5 Nor shall the tyrant's rage T( olonp; oppress the s:'int; o The God of Israel will support His children, lest they faint. e 6 Uut if our slavish fear Will civiose the road to hell, a We must expect our portion iliere, Where bolder sinners dwell. Watchman. And did thy hand confess; o My tongue broke out in unknown strains, o And sung surprising grace, d 3 "Great is the work!" my neighbours cry'd> Andown'd thy pow'r olivine; "Great is the work!" my heart reply'd, o "And be the glory thine." o 4 The Lord can clear the darkest skies, Can give us day for night; Slake drops of sacred sorrow rise To rivers of delight. — 5 Let those, who sow in sadness, wait 'Till the fair harvest come; They shall confess their sheaves are great, o And shout the blessings home. — 6 Though seed lie buried long in dust, It shan't deceive their hope; o The precious grain can ne'er be lost, For grace ensures the crop. Sunday. Swaivwick. PSALM 127. L. M. Success and Happiness from God. 1 ~WV God succeed not, all the cost, 1 And pains, to build the house, are lost; If God the city will not keep, The watchful guards as well may sleep. 2 What if you rise before the sun. And work and toil when day is done, Careful and sparing eat your bread, To shun that poverty you dread; — 3 'Tis all in vain, 'till God hath blest; He can make rich, yet give us rest; Children and friends are blessings too, If God our sovereign make them so. o 4 Happy the man to whom he sends Obedient children, faithful friends; How sweet our daily .omtbrts prove, When they are season'd with his love! Portugal. PSALM 128. C. M. Family Blessings. 1 (T\ HAPPY man, whose soul is fill'd ™ " With zeal and rev'rend awe! His lips to God their honours yield, His life adorns the law. 2 A careful providence shall stand And ever guard thy head; Shall on the labours of thy hand Its kindly blessings shed. 3 Thy wife shall be a fruitful vine; Thy children round thy board, Each like a plant of honour shine, A ml learn to fear the Lord. 4 The Lord shall thy best hopes fulfil, For months and years to come; The Lord whodwells on Zion's hill Shall send the blessings home. 5 This is the man whose happy eyes Shall see his house Increase; Shall see the sinking church arise, Then leave the world in peace. Devizes. 54 PSALM 129 130, 131, 132. PSALM tC9. C. M. Persecutors punished. 1 TTP from my youth, may Israel say, \_j Have I been nurs'd in tears; My griefs were constant as the day, And tedious as the years. 2 Up from my youth, I hove the rage Of all the sons of strife; Oft they assail'd my riper age, But notdestroy'd my life. S Their cruel plough hath torn my flesh, With furrows long and deep; Hourly they vex'd my wounds afresh, Nor let my sorrows sleep. •i The Lord grew angry on his throne, And with impartial eye, Measur'd the mischiefs they had done, And let his arrows fly. 5 How was their insolence surpris'd, To hear his thunders roll! And all the foes of Zion seiz'd, "With horror to the soul. 6 Thus shall the men, who hate the saints, Be blasted from the sky; Their glory fades, their courage faints, And all their projects die. .i Mear. PSALM 130. C. M. Pardoning- Grace. e t ^"VUT of the deeps of long distress, \J The borders of despair, I sent my cries to seek thy grace, My groans to move thine ear. a 2 Great God, should thy severer eye,, And thine impartial hand, Mark and revenge iniquity, Mo mortal flesh could stand. — 3 But there are pardons with my God, For crimes of high degree; 1 hy Son has bought them with his blood, To draw us near to thee. e 5 [Just as the guards that keep the night Long for the morning skies, Watch the first beams of breaking light, And meet them with their eyes; — 6 So waits my soul '.o see thy grace, And, more intent than they, Meet the first op'nings of thy face, And finds a brighter day.] o 7 Then in the Lord let Israel trust, Let Israel seek his face; The Lord is good, as well as just, And plenteous is his grace. e 8 There's full redemption at his throne, For sinners long enslav'd; The great Redeemer is his Son; And Israel shall be sav'd. Abridge. Sunday. L. M. Pardoning Grac. a 1 FROM deepdistress,andtrouMed thoughts, To thee, my God, I raise my ciics: If thou severely mark our f.iultr, No flesh c;tn stand before thine eyes. — 2 But thou hast built thy throne of grace, Free to dispense thy pardons theire; That smnert may approach thy thee, * And hope and hue, as well as fear. e 3 As the benighted pjlgriiiis wait, And long and wish for breaking 'day, So waits iny soul before thy gate; When wili my JaodhisTace He makes the churches his abode, And claims your honours there, ffartford. PSALM 13G. P. M. Praise for Divine Perfections and Works. \ f~\ 1VE thanks to God most high, \Jf The universal Lord; The sovereign King of kings; And be his grace ador'd. «1 His pow'r and grace 1 And let his name Are stiil the same; J Have endless praise. —2 How mighty is his hand! What wonders he hath done! He formed the earth and seas, And spread the heav'ns alone. d Thy mercy, Lord, I And ever sure Shall still endure: | Abides thy word. . — 3 His wisdom fram'd the sun, To crown the day with light: The moon and twinkling stars, To cheer the darksome night, d His power and grace I And let his name Are still the same; | Have endless praise. a 8 He saw the nations lie, All perishing in sin; And pity'd the sad state, The ruin'd world was in. d Thy mercy, Lord, I And ever sure Shall still endure; Abides thy word, o 9 He sent his only Son, To save us from our woe; From Satan, sin, and death, And ev'ry hurtful foe. d His pow'r and grace I And let his name Are still the same; | Have endless praise. s 10 Give thanks aloud to God, To God the heav'nly king; And let the spacious earth His works and glories sing. d Thy mercy, Lord, I And ever sure! Shall still endiu'e; Abides thy word, JLllerton. L. M. Creation, Providence, and Grace. 1 GIVE to our God immortal praise: Mercy and truth are all his ways: d Wonders of grace to God belong; Repeathis mercies iu your song. — 2 Give to the Lord of lords renown, The King of kings with glory crown; d His mercies ever shall endure, When lords and kings are known no more. — 3 He built the earth, he spread the sky, And ux'd the starry lights on high; d Wonders of gnaxe to God belong; Repeat his mercies in your song. -4 He fills tb^sun with morning light, Ho bids i!n' moon direct the night: d His mercies war sh-dl endure, When suits and nums shall shine no more. — 5 ("The Jews he freed from Pharaoh's hand, And brought them to the promis'd laud: d Wonders of grace to God belong; Repeat his mercies in your <-ong. J e 6 [He saw the Gentiles dead in sin, And felt his pity work within; d His mercies ever shall endure, When death and sin shall reign no more.] o 7 He sent his Son with pow'r to save, From guilt and darkness and the grave; d Wonders of grace to God belong; Repeat his mercies in your song. — 8 Thro' this vain world he guides our feet, And leads us to his heav'nly seat: d His mercies ever shall endure, When this vain world shall be no more. Truro. PSALM 138. L. .!. Restoring and preserving Grace. 1 "^A/ITH a " mypow'rs of heart and tongue. T* I'" praise my Maker in my song; A ngels shall hear> the notes I raise, Approve the song, and join the praise. c 2 Angels, who make the church their care, Shall witness my devotion there; While holy zeal directs my eyes, To thy fair temple in the skies. — 3 I'll sing thy truth and mercy, Lord, I'll sing the wonders of thy word; Not all the works and names below, So much thy pow'r and glory show, e 6 Amidst a thousand snares I stand, Upheld and guarded by thy hand; — Thy words my fainting soul revive, And keep my dying faith alive. o 7 Grace will complete what grace begins, To save from sorrow or from sins; The work that wisdom undertakes, Eternal mercy ne'er forsakes. Qttercy. e 1 PSALM 139. L. M. Fikst Part. The Ml-seeing God. ORD, thou hast search'd and seen me through; i; Thine eye commands, with piercing view, My rising and my resting hours, My heart and flesh with all their pow'rs. 2 My thot's, before they are my owu, Are to my God distinctly known; He knows the words 1 mean to speak, Ere from my op'ning lips they break. p 3 Within thy circling pow'r I standi On every side I find thy hand: Awake, asleep, at home, abroad, I am surrounded still with God. — 7 If up to heav'n I take my flight, 'Tis there thou dwell'st enthron'd in light; a Or dive to hell, there vengeance reigns, And Satan groans beneath thy chains. — 8 If, mounted on a morning ray, I fly beyond the W r estern sea; o Thy swifter hand would first arrive, And there arrest thy fugitive. — 9 Or should I try to shun thy sight, Beneath the spreading veil of night; One glance of thine, one piercing ray, Would kindle darkness into day. e 10 O may these tho'ts possess my breast, Where'er I rove, where'er I rest; Nor let my weaker passions dare, Consent to sm, for God is there! Bath. Geneva- PSALM 141, 142. 57 L. M. Second Part. The -wonderful Formation of Man. 1 'TWAS from thy hand, my God I came, A work of such a curious frame; In me, thy fearful wonders shine, And each proclaimfrthy skill divine. 2 Thine eyes did all my limbs survey, Which yet in dark confusion lay; Thou ^aw'st the daily growth they took, Form'd by the model of thy book. 4 At last to shew my Maker's name, God stamp'd his image on my frame; And in some unknown moment join'd The finish'd members of the mind. 6 Lord, since, in my advancing age, I've acted on life's busy stage, Thy thoughts of love lo me surmount The pow'r of numbers to recount. 7 I could survey the Ocean o'er, And count each sand that makes the shore, Before my swiftest thoughts could trace The num'rous wonders of thy grace. 5 These on my heart are still impress'd, With these I give my eyes to rest; And at my waking hour I find God and his love possess my mind. Portugal. C. M. Fihst Part. God's Omnipresence and Omniscience, a 1 IN all my vast concerns with thee, In vain my soul would try, To shun thy presence, Lord, or flee The notice of thine eye. 2 Thy all-surrounding sight surveys My rising and my rest; My public walks, my private ways, And secrets of my breast. -3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord, Before they're form'd within; And ere my lips pronounce the word, He knows the sense I mean. 4 O wond'rous knowledge, deep and high! Where can a creature hide! "Within thy circling arms 1 lie, Beset on ev'ry side. o 5 So let thy grace surround me still, And like a bulwark prove, To guard my soul from cv'ry ill, Secur'd by sov'reign love. Wantage. PAUSE. 'i 6 Lord, where shall guilty souls retire, Forgotten and unknown? In hell they meet thy dreadful fire, In heav'n thy glorious throne, e 7 Should I suppress my vital breath, To 'scape the wrath divine; o Thy voice could break the bars of death, And make the grave resign. — 8 If wing'd with beams of morning light, I fly beyond the West; Thy hand wtii'ch must support my flight, Would soon betray my rest. 9 If o'er my sins I think to draw The curtains of the night; o Those flaming eyes. that guard thy law, Would turn the shades to light. g 10 The beams of noon, the mid night hour, Are both alike to thee: a O may I ne'er provoke that pow'r, From which 1 cannot tlce! Windsor. 3 C. M. Secosh Paht. Wisdom of God in the Formation of JVtari. 1 WHEN I, with pleasing wonder stand, And all my frame survey, Lord, 'tis thy work! 1 own thy hand Thus built mj humble clay. 2 Thy hand my heart and reins posscst, Where unborn nature grew; Thy wisdom all my features trac'd, And all my members drew. 3 Thine eye with nicest care survey'd The growth of ev'ry part, 'Till the whole scheme thy thoughts had laid, Was copied by thy art. o 4 Heav'n, earth, and sea, and fire and wind Shew me thy wondrous skill; But I review myself and find e Diviner wonders still, g 5 Thy awful glories round me shine, My flesh p.-.iclaims thy praise; Lord, to thy works of nature join Thy miracles of grace. Colchester. C. M. Thihd Patit. Ver. 14, IT, 18. The Mercies of God innumerable. 1 LORD, when 1 count thy mercies o'er, They strike me with surprise; o Not all the sands that spread the shore To equal numbers rise. e 2 My flesh with fear and wonder stands— The product of thy skill; o And hourly blessings from thy hands Thy thoughts of love reveal. — 3 These on my heart by night I keep, e How kind, how dear to me! o O may the hour that ends my sleep, Still find mv thoughts with thee Ynrk. PSALM 141. L. M. Ver. 2, 3, 4, 5. Watchfulness and Brotherly Love. 1 ft t Y God accent my early vows, !▼ $ Like morning incense in thy house'; And let my nightly worship rise, Sweet as the ev'uing sacrifice, e 2 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them Lord,. From ev'ry rash and heedless word; Nor let my feet incline to tread The guilty path where sinners lead. 3 O may the righteous, when I stray, Smite and reprove my wand'ring way! o Their gentle words, like ointment shed, Shall never bruise, hut cheer my head, e 4 When I behold them press'd with grief, I'll cry to heav'n for their relief; — And, by my warm petitions, prove How much 1 prize their faithful love. Worship. Dresden. PSALM 142. C. M. Gon the Hope of the Helpless 1 TJT\0 God I made my sorrows known, 1^ From God I sought relief; In long complaints, before his throne, I pour'd out all my grief. p 2 My soul was overwhelm'd with woesj My heart began to break; My God, who all my burden knows. He kuows,the way I take. 3 On ev'ry side I cast mine eye, And found my helpers gone; While friends and strangers past me by Neglected and unknown. PSALM 143, 144, 145. ']V o 4 Then did I raise a louder cry, And call'd thy mercy near; d "Thou art my portion when I die, — "Be thou my refuge here." e 5 Lord, I am brought exceeding low, — Now let thine ear attend; And make my foes, who vex me, know I've an Almighty Friend. C From my sad prison set me free, o Then shall I praise thy name; And holy men shall join with me, Thy kindness to proclaim. Isle of Wight. PSALM 143. L. M. Complaint and Hope. Y righteous Judge, my gracious God, j ▼ jHear when 1 spread my hands abroad, And ery for succour from thy throne; make thy truth and mercy known. \t 4 I dweli.fr) darkness and unseen, My heart is desolate within; My thoughts in musing silence trace The ancient wonders of thy grace. ■ — 5 Thence I derive a glimpse of hope, To bear my sinking spirits up; 1 stretch my hand to God again, And thirst like parched lands for rain. p 7 My God, thy long delay to save, Will sink thy pris'ner to the grave; My heart grows Glint, and dim mine eye: —Make haste to help before I die. 9 In thee 1 trust, to thee I sigh, And lift my weary soul on high; For thee sit waiting all the day, And wear the tiresome hours away. 10 Break off my fetters, Lord, and show, Which is the path my feet should go; If snares and foes beset the road, o I flee to hide me near my God. — 11 Teach me to do thy holy will, And lead rat to thy heav'rdy hill; Let the good Spirit of thy love Conduct me to thy courts above. Geneva. PSALM 144. C. M. First Part. Ver. 1, 2. . lid and Victory in Spiritual Warfare. 1 "17*011 ever blessed be the Lord, J^ My Saviour and my shield; lie sends his Spirit with his word, To arm me for the field. :2 When sin and hell their force unite, He makes my soul his care; Instructs me to the heav'nly fight, And guards me through the war. 3 A friend and helper so divine Doth my weak courage raise; He makes the glorious vict'ry mine, And his shall be the praise. Bedford. C. M. SrxoifD Part. Ver. 3, 4, 5, 6. Vanity of Man, and Condescension of God. p 1 LORD, what is man, poor feeble man, Bom of the earth at first! His life a shadow, light and vain^ Still hasting to the dust! 2 O what is feeble 'lying man, Or any of his race, —That God should make it his concern, To visit him with grace! g 3 That God who darts his lightnings down, Who shakes the worlds above, And mountains tremble at his frown — How wondrous is his love. Reading. L. M. Ver. l£— 15. The Happy City and Nation. 1 HAPPY the city, where their sons, Like pillars round a palace set; And daughters, bright as polish'd stones, Give strength and beauty to the state. 2 Happy the country, where the sheep, Cattle, and corn, have large increase; Where men securely work or sleep, Nor sons of plunder break their peace. 3 Happy the nation thus endow'd; But more divinely blest are those, On whom the all-sufficient God Himself, with all his grace, bestows. Shoel. PSALM 145. L. M. The Greatness of God. 1 "M M Y God, my King, thy various praise,, ' V 5 Shall fill the remnant of my days; Thy grace employ my humble tongue, 'Till death and glory raise the song, u 2 The wings of every hour shall bear Some thankful tribute to thine ear; And ev'ry setting sun shall see New works of duty done for thee. — 3 Thy truth and justice I'll proclaim^ Thy bounty flows an endless stream; Thy mercy swift; thine anger slow — e But dreadful to the stubborn foe. g 4 Thy works with sov'reign glory shine, And speak thy majesty Uivine; Let evry realm with joy proclaim The sound and honour of thy name, o 5 Let distant times and nations raise The long succession of thy praise; And unborn ages make my song The joy and labour of their tongue. e 6 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds? — Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds; j; Vast — and unsearchable thy ways, Vast — and immortal he thy praise. Green's. Nantwich. C. M. First Part. Ver. 1—7, 11— 13. The Greatness of God. o 1 LONG as I live I'll bless thy name, My King, my God of love; My work ami joy shall be the same, In the bright world above. — 2 Great is the Lord, his pow'r unknown, And let his praise be great; I'll sing the honours of thy throne, Thy works of grace repeat, o 3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue; And while my lips rejoice, The men, who hear my sacred song, Shall join their cheerful voice. — 4 Fathers to sons shall teach thy name, And children learn thy .ways; o Ages to come thy truth proclaim, And nations sound thy praise. u 5 Thv glorious deeds of ancient date Shall through the world be known; Thine arm of pow'r, thine heav'rdy state, With public splendour shown, PSALM 1 g C The' world is manag'd by thy hands, Thy saints are rul'd by love; And thine eternal kingdom stands, Though rocks and hills remove. Barby. JVlitcham. C. M. Second Part. Ver. 7, &c. The Goodness of Got). <♦ 1 SWEET is the mem'ry of thy grace, My God, my heav'nly King; Let age to age thy righteousness, In sounds of glory sing. — 2 God reigns on high, but ne'er confines His goodness to the skies; o Thro' the whole earth his bounty shines, And ev'ry want supplies. e 3 With longing eyes thy creatures wait On thee for daily food; o Thy lib'ral hand provides their meat, And fills their mouth with good. e 4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord? e How slow thine anger moves; o But soon he sends his pard'ning word, To cheer the souls he loves. o 5 Creatures, with all their endless race, Thy pow'r and praise proclaims But saints that taste thy richer grace, Delight to bless thy name. Sivanwiclt;. C. M. Third Part. Ver. 14—17, &c. Mercy to Sufferers. 1 LET ev'ry tongue thy goodness speak, Thou sovereign Lord of all! Thy strengthening hands uphold the weak, And raise the poor who fall. 2 When sorrow bows the spirit down, Or virtue lies distrest, Beneath some proud oppressor's frown, Thou giv'st the mourners rest. 3 The Lord supports our tott'ring daySj And guides our giddy youth; Holy and just are all his ways, And all his words are truth. 4 He knows the pain his servants feel, He hears his children cry; And their best wishes to fulfil, His grace is ever nigh. 5 His mercy never shall remove From men of heart sincere: He saves the souls, whose humble love Is join'd with holy fear. Sunday. PSALM 146. L M. Praise for Divine Goodness and Truth. 4 J! APPY the man whose hopes rely \ I On Israel's God: He made the sky, And earth and seas with all their train; " And none shall find his promise vain. 5 Hit truth for ever stands secure; He saves the opprest, he feeds the poor; He sends the lab'ring conscience peace, And grants the pris'ner sweet release. f 6 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind; The Lord supports the sinking mind; He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless. — 7 He loves his saints, he knows them well; e But turns the wicked down to hell: o Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns; Praise him in everlasting strains. Old Hundred. 46, 147. 69 P. M. Praise for Divine Goodness and Truth. 1 I'LL praise ray Maker with my breath; e And when my voice is lost in death, o Praise shall employ my nobler pow'rs; — My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life and thought and being last, Or immortality endures. e 2 Why should 1 make a man my trust? e Princes must die and turn to dust; Vain is the help of flesh and blood: Their breaf.h departs, their pomp and pow'r. And thoughts all vanish in an hour, Nor can they make their promise good. o 3 Happy the man whose hopes rely, On Israel's God: He made the sky, And earth and seas, with all their train, — His truth for ever stands secure: He saves th' opprest, he feeds the poor, And none shall find his promise vain. e 4 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind; The Lord supports the sinking mind; He sends the lab'ring conscience peace; He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless, And grants the pris'ner sweet release. — 5 He loves his saints, he knows them well, e But turns the wicked down to hell, o Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns: o Let ev'ry tongue, let ev'ry age, In this exalted work engage: Praise him in everlasting strains, s C I'll praise him, while he lends me breath, And, when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler pow'rs; My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life and thought and being last, Or immortality endures. St. Hellene. PSALM 147. L. M. Fihst Part. Divine JVature, Providence^ and Grace. 1 Kj^RAISE ye the Lord: 'lis good to raise p Our hearts and voices in his praise: His uature and his works invite, To make this duty our delight. 2 The Lord builds up Jerusalem, And gathers nations to his name; His mercy melts the stubborn soul, And makes the broken spirit whole. 3 He form'd the stars, those heav'nly flames* He counts their numbers, calls their names! His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound, A deep where all our. thoughts are drown'd! 4 Great is our Lord, and great his might; And all his glories infinite: He crowns the meek, rewards the just, And treads the wicked to the dust. Old Hur . pause. 5 Sing to the Lord, exalt him high, Who spreads his clouds all round the sky; There lie prepares the fruitful rain, Nor lets the drops descend in vain. C He makes the grass the hills adorn, And clothes the smiling fields wilh cc* i: The beasts with food his hands supply, And the young ravens when they cry. 7 What is the creature's skill or force. The sprightly man, the warlike horse The nimble wit, the active limb! All are loo mean delights for liim. do PSALM 8 But saints are lovely in his sight; He views his children with delight: He sees their hope, he know s their fear, And looks, and loves his image there. Castle Street. C. M. V. 7—9, 13—18. The Seasons of the Year, o 1 WITH songs and honours, sounding loud, Address the Lord on high: Over the heav'ns he spreads his cloud, And waters veil the sky. b 2 He sends his show'rs of hlessings down, To cheer the plains below; He makes the grass the mountains crown, And corn in vallies grow, o 3 He gives the grazing ox his meat, He hears the ravens cry; But man who tastes his finest wheat, ■ Should raise his honours high. s 4 His steady counsels change the face Of the declining year; He bids the sun cut short his race, And wintry days apnea*. 5 His hoary frost, his fleecy snow, Descend and clothe the ground; The liquid streams forbear to flow, In icy fetters bound. O 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 b 7 He sends his word and melts the snow, The fields no longer mourn; He calls the warmer gales to blow, And bids the spring return. o 8" The changing wind, the flying cloud, Obey his mighty word: g With songs and honours sounding loud, Praise ye the sov'reign Lord. Hartford. PSALM 148. P. M. Pratse to Gov from all Creatures, o 1 "%'E tribes of Adam, join [ With hcav'n and earth and seas, And offer notes divine, To your Creator's praise. Ye holy throng I In worlds of light, Of angels bright, | Begin the song. — 3 The shining worlds above, In glorious order stand, Or in swift courses move, By his supreme command. o He spake the word, J From nothing came, And all their frame I To praise the Lord. g 4 Hemov'd their mighty wheels, In unknown ages past; And each his word fulfils, While time and nature last In diff'rent ways. | His wondrous name, His works proclaim ( And speak his praise. EIIOLD ihe glories of the Lamb, 1 [3 Amidst his Father's throne: Prepare new honours tor his name, And songs, before unknown. e 2 Let elders worship at his feet, The church adore around; With vials full of odours sweet, And harps of sweeter sound. . — S Those are the pray'rs of all the saints., And these the hymns they raise: e Jesus is kind to our complaints. He loves to hear our praise, s G Now to the Lamb, that once was slain, Be endless blessings paid; Salvation, glory, joy, remain, Forever, on thy head. d 7 Thou hast redeem'd our souls with blood, Hast set the pris'ners free; Hast made us kings and priests to God, And we shall reign with thee! g 8 The worlds of nature and of grace Are put beneath thy pow'r; Th;ni shorten these delaying days; And bring the promis'd hour. Devizes. St. Asaph's. HYMN 2. L. M. The Deity and Humanity q/"CHmsT. John i, 1,3, 14; Col. i, lfi; andEph.iii, 9, 10. 1 "H^RE the blue heav'ns were stretch'd j£j From everlasting was the Word; [abroad, With God he was; the Word was God! And must divinely be ador'd. 2 Bv his own pow'r were all things made, By him supported all things stand; He is the whole creation's head, And angels fly at bis command. p 4 But lo, he leaves those heav'nty forms — The Word descends and dwells in clay: That he may hold converse with worms, Dress'din such feeble Cesh as they, o 5 Mortals with joy beheld his face, Th' eternal Father's only Son; e How full of truth! how full of grace! When thro' his eyes the Godhead shonel g 6 Archangels leave their high abode, To learn new myst'ries here, and tell, The love of our descending God, The "lories of Tmmanuel. Castle-street. HYMN 3. S. M. The Nativity of Christ. Luke i, 30, U.C. Luke ii, 10. 1 TB EHOLD, the grace appears! J W The promise is futfilFd! Mary the wondrous virgin bears. And Jesus is the child! 4 To bring the glorious news, A heav'uly form appears; He tells the shepherds of their joys, And banishes their fears. e 5 "Go humble swains," said he, "To David's city fly; "The promis'd infant, born today, "Does in a manger lie. C "With looks and hearts serene, "Go visit Christ, your King:" — And straight a flaming troop was seen; The shepherds heard them sing:— o 7 "Glory to God on high! "And heav'nly peace on earth; "Good-will to men, to angels joy, "At the Redeemer's birth." St. Thomas's. HYMN 5. C. M. Subnvssion to afflictive Providence. Job i, 21 , 1 m T AKEI), as from the earth we came, |^| And crept to life at first, Wc to the earth return again, And mingle with our dust, e 2 The dear delights we here enjoy, And fondly call our own, Are but short favours borrow'd now, To be repaid anon. — 3 'Tis God, who lifts our comforts high, Or sinks them in the grave; He gives — ami (blessed l>e his naraei) J le takes but vt hat he gave. Book I. HYMN 7, 9, 10, 11. 63 a 4 Peace, all our angry passions then, Let each rebellious sigh Be silent at his sovereign will, And ev'ry murmur die. o 5 If smiling mercy crown our lives, Its praises shall be spread; e And we'll adore the justice too, That strikes our comforts dead. Canter/n^y. Tsle of Wight. HYMN 7. C. M. Imitation of the Gospel. Isa. Iv, 1,2, &c. 1 £ ET ev'ry mortal ear attend, If And ev'ry heart rejoice! The trumpet of the gospel sounds, With an inviting voice, o 2 Ho! all ye hungry starving souls, Who feed upon the wind, — e And vainly strive, with earthly toys, To fill an empty mind: — o 3 Eternal wisdom has prepar'd A soul reviving feast, And bids your longing appetites The ri«h provision taste. o 4 Ho! — ye who pant for living streams, e And pine away and die; o Here you may quench your raging thirst With springs that never dry. o 5 Rivers of love, and mercy here, In a rich ocean join; Salvation, in abundance flows, Like floods of milk and wine, d 6 TYe pe rishing and naked poor, Who work with mighty pain, To weave a garment of your own, That will not hide your sin; 7 Come naked — and adorn your souls In robes prepar'd by God; Wrought by the labours of his Son, And dyed in his own blood.] e 8 [Dear God! the treasures of thy love Are everlasting mines, Deep as our helpless miseries are, And boundless as our sins!] o 9 The happy gates of gospel grace Stand open night and day: — Lord, we are come to seek supplies, And drive our wants away. Sunday. HYMN 9. C. M. Proffered Grace. Isa. Iv, 1, 2; Zech. xiii, 1; Mic. vii, 19; Ezek. xxxvi, 25, See. e 1 IN vain we lavish out our lives, I To gather empty wind; The choicest blessings, earth can yield, Will starve a hungry mind, o 2 Come — and the Lord shall feed our souls, With more substantial meat; With such as saints in glory love, With such as augels eat. — 3 Our God will ev'ry want supply, And fill our hearts with peace; He gives, by cov'nant and by oath, The riches of his grace. o 4 Come, and he'll cleanse our spotted souls, And wash away our stains — e In the dear fountain that his Son, Pour'd from his dying veins. d 7 Our heart, that flinty, stubborn thii.g, That terrours cannot move, — That fears no threat'nings of his wrath — ■ Shall be diswrtv'd bv love* — 8 Or he can take the flint away, That would not be refin'd, And from the treasures of his grace Bestow a softer mind. 9 There shall his sacred Spirit dwell, And deep engrave his law; And ev'ry motion of our souls To swift obedience draw. o 10 Thus will he pour salvation down; And we shall render praise; d We — the dear people of his love, And he — our God of grace. Zioa. HYMN 10. S. M. The Blessedness of Gospel Times. Isa. v, 2, 7„ 8, 9, 10; Matt, xiii, 16, 17. 1 1J OW beauteous are their feet, W Who stand on Zion's hill! Who bring salvation on their tongues, And words of peace reveal! h 2 How charming is their voice! How sweet the tidings are! o "Zion, behold thy Saviour- — King, "He reigns and triumphs here!" o 3 How happy are our ears, That hear this joyful sound! — — Which kings and prophets waited for, And sought, but never found! o 4 How blessed are our eyes, That see thisheav'nly light! e Prophets and kings desir'd it long, But dy'd without the sight! o 5 The watchmen join their voice^ And tuneful notes employ; o Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, And desarts learn the joy g 6 The Lord makes bare his arm, Through all the earth abroad; Let ev'ry nation now behold Their Saviour and their God. Newton. St Thomas'.?. HYMN 11. L. M. The Sovereignty of Grace. Luke x, 21, 22. 1 npHERE was an hour when Christ re- H joie'd, And spoke his joy in words of praise; •'Father, I thank thee, mighty God, •'Lord of the earth, and heav'ns and seas.* 2 "I thank thy sov'reign pow'r and love, •'That crowns my doctrine with success; "And makes the babes in knowledge learn "The heights, and breadths, and lengths o? grace. 3 "But all this glory lies conceal'd, "From men of prudence and of might; "The prinee of darkness blinds their eyes, "And their own pride resists the light. 4 "Father, 'tis thus, because thy will • "Chose and ordain'd it should be so; " 'Tis thy delight t' abase the proud, "And lay the haughty scorner low. 5 "There's none can know the Father right, "But those who learn it from the Son; ''Nor can the Son l>e well reeeiv'd, •'But where the Father makes him known." C Then let onr souls adore our God, Who deals his graces as he please; Nor gives to mortals an account, Or of his actions or decrees. Old Hundred ■ 04 HYMN 14, 16, 18, 19, 21, 25. Book I. HYMN 14. L. M. Christ's unchangeable Love. (torn, viii, 33, he. 1 'alkTriO shall the Lord's elect condemn? ^f Tis God who justifies their souls; And mercy, like a mighty stream, O'er all their sins divinely rolls. 2 Who shall adjudge the saiuts to hell? 'Tis Christ who suner'd in their stead; And the salvation to fulfil, Behold him rising from the dead! 3 He lives! he lives! and sits above, For ever interceding there: Who shall divide us from his love, Or what should tempt us to despair^ 4 Shall persecution, or distress, Famine, or sword, or nakedness? He, who hath lov'd us, bears us" through, And makes us more than conqu'rors too. 5 Faith has an overcoming pow'r, It triumphs in the dying hour: Christ is our life, our joy, our hope; Korean we sink with such a prop. 6 Not all that men on earth can do, Nor pow'rs on high, norpow'rs below, Shall cause his mercy to remove, Or wean our hearts from Christ our love. Gloucester. Newcourt. HYMN 16. C. M. Hosannato Christ. Matt.xxi, ; Luke xix,38, 40. 1 C | OS ANN A to the royal Son, J f Of David's ancient line! e His natures two, his person one, Mysterious and divine. — 2 The root of David here, we find, And offspring, is the same; e Eternity and time are join'd, In our Emmanuel's name, o 3 Rless'd he, who comes to wretched men, With peaceful news from heav'n! u Hosannas, of the highest .strain, To Christ the Lord be giv'n! — 1 Let mortals ne'er refuse to take Th' Hosannaon their tongues; » Lest rocks and stones should rise, and break Their sileiice into songs. Devise;. HYMN 18. C vl. Blessed are the Dead that die in the Lord. Rev. xiv, 13. 1 JlRAU what the voice from heav'n pro- jj I For all the pious dead! £ claims, a Sweet is the savour of their names, And soft their sleeping bed. — 2 They die in Jesus, and are bless'd; e How kind their slumbers are! — From suifYings, and from sins releas'd, And freed from ev'ry snare, o 3 Far from this world of toil and strife, They're present with the Lord; g The labours of their mortal life Kudin a large reward. Canterb ury. HYMN 19. C. M. Simeon: or, happy Death. Luke i, 27, Sec. 1 A OitD, at thy temple we appear, § A As happy Simeon came; And hope to meet our Saviour here — O make our joys the same! o 2 With what divine and vast delight, The good old man was fill'd; When, fondly in his wilher'd arms, He clasp'd the holy Chilli. e 3* "Now I can leave this world," he cry'd, "iJehold thy servant dies; "I've seen thy great salvation, Lord, "And close my peaceful eyes. « 4 "This is the light prepar'd to shine, "Upon the Gentile lands; "Thine Israel's glory, and their hope, "To break their slavish bands." — 5 Jesus, the vision of thy face Hathoverpow'ring charms! Scarce shall 1 feel death's cold embrace, If Christ be in my arras. 6 Then, while ye hear my heart-strings break, How sweet my mioutes roll! A mortal paleness on my cheek, And glory in my soul! Barby. Zion. HYMN 21. C. M. Kingdom of Christ among- Men. Rev. xxi, 1 , 2, 3, 4. o 1 J O, what a glorious sight appears, | 4 To our believing eyes! g The earth and seas are pass d away, And the old rolling skies! o 2 From the third heav'n, where God resides That holy, happy place, The New Jerusalem comes down, Adorn'd with shining grace. — 3 Attending angels shout for joy, And the bright armies sin <*, — o "Mortals behold the sacred seat "Of your descending King. — 4 "The God of glory, down to men, "Removes his bless'd abode; e "Men, the dear objects of his grace, "And he their loving God. 5 "His own soft hand shall wipe the tears, "From ev'ry weeping eye; "And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears, "And death itself shall die. ' — 6 How long, dear Saviour, O how long, Shall this blight hour delay? n Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time, And bring the welcome day. York. HYMN 25. L. M. A Vision of the Lamb Rev. v, 6, 7, S, 9. o 1 A LL mortal vanities, be gone! r\. Nor tempt my eyes, uor tire my ears; e Behold, amidst th' eternal throne, A vision of the Lamb appears! — 4 All the assembling saints around Fall worshipping before the Lamb; And, in new songs of gospel sound. Address their honours to his name. 5 The joy, the shout, the harmony o Flies o er the everlasting hills; o "Worthy art thou alone," they cry, "To read the book, to loose the seals." o 6 Our voices join the heav'nly strain; And with transporting pleasure sing, u Worthy the Lamb that nnce was slat?/, To be our Teacher and our King.' e 8 Thou hast redeem d our souls from hell. With thine invaluable blood; And wretches, who did once rebel, Are now made favVites of their God. g 9 Worthy for ever is the Lord, Who dy'd for treasons not his own; By ev'ry tongue to be ador d, And dwell upon his Father'* throne. Oporis Book I. HYMN 26, 27, 30, 39, 40, 48. 65 HYMN 26. C. M. Hope of Heaven by Cunisx. 1 Pet. i, 3, 4, 5. 1 6 i LESS'D he the everlasting God, I •;. The Father of our Lord; Be his abounding mercy prais'd, His majesty ador'd. e 2 When from the dead he rais'd his Son, And call'd him to the sky, o He gave our souls a lively hope, That they should never die. e 3 What though our inbred sins require Our flesh to see the dust; o Yet, as the Lord our Saviour rose, So all his foH'wers must, e 4 There's an inheritance divine, ReseiVd against that day; 'Tis uncorrupted, undefil'd, And cannot waste away, g 5 Saints, by the pow'r of God, are kept, 'Till the salvation come: e We walk by faith, as strangers here, o 'Till Christ shall call us home. St. Martin's. Bedford. HYMN 27. C. M. A Saint prepared to die. 2 Tim. iv, 6, 7, 8, 18. 1 t 4 4EATH may dissolve my body now, |_J And bear my spirit home! Why do my minutes move so slow, Nor my salvation come? o 2 With heav'nly -weapons, I have fought The battles of the Lord; Finish'd my coarse, and kept the faith, — And wait the sure reward.] —3 God'has laid up in heav'n, for me, A crown which cannot fade; e The righteous Judge, at that great day, Shall place it on my head. — 4 Nor has the King of grace decreed This prize for me alone; But all that love and long to see Th' appearance of his Son. o 5 Jesus, the Lord, shall guard me safe, From ev'ry ill design; And to bis heav'nly kingdom take This feeble soul of mine, g 6 God is my everlasting aid, And hell shall rage in vain; To him be highest glory paid, And endless praise. Amew. St. Paid'*. HYMN 30. L. M. Prayer for Deliverance answered. Isa, xxvi, 8—20. 1' T|N thine own ways, O God of love, I We wait the visits of thy grace; Our souls desire is to thy name, And the remembrance of thy face. ex 2 My thoughts are searching, Lord, for thee, 'Mongst the black shades of lonesome night; My earnest cries salute the skies, Before the dawn restore the light. e 3 Ix)ok, how rebellious men deride The tender patience of my God; o But they shall see thy lifted hand, And feel the seourges of thy rod. d 4 Hark! the Eternal rends the sky, A mighty voice before him goes; b A voice of music to his friends, k Bm threut'niog thunder to his foes. 9 e 5 Come, children, to your Father's arms, Hide in the chambers of ray grace; o 'Till the fierce storms be overblown, And my revenging fury cease. Blend'in. HYMN 39. C. M. Gon's tender care of his Church. Isa. xlix| 13, 14, &c. o 1 TW'OW shall my inward joys arise, -i-^l And burst into a song; Almighty love inspires my heart, And pleasures tune my tongue. > — 2 God on his thirsty Sion's hill Some mercy-drops has thrown; o And solemn oaths have bound his love, To shower salvation down. e S Why do we then indulge our fear9, Suspicions, and complaints? — Is he a God? and shall his grace, Grow weary of his saints? a 4 Can a kind woman e'er forget The infant of her womb? And, 'mongst a thousand tender tho'ts, Her suckling have no room? — 5 "Yet," saith the Lord, "should nature "And mothers monsters prove, ^change* o "Sion still dwells upon the heart "Of everlasting Love, g 6 "Deep on the palms of both my hands, "I have engrav d her name: "My hands shall raise her ruin'd walls, "And build her broke n frame." Zion. HYMN 4(». L. M. Saints in Heaven. Rev. vii, 13 — 15, &c. b 1 WWT HAT bappy men, or angels, these, * T That all theirrobesarespotless while} Whence did this glorious troop arrive, At the pure realms of heav'nly light?' e 2 From tort'ring racks, and burning fires, And seas of their own blood, they came: But nobler blood has wash'd their robe», Flowing from Christ the dying Lamb. g 3 Now they approach th' Almighty throne, With loud hosannas night and day; Sweet anthems to the great Three-One, Measure their Hess'd eternity. o 4 No more shall hunger pain their souls; He bids their parching thirst be gone; And spreads the shadow of his wings, To screen them from the scorching sun. 5 The Lamb, who fills the middle throne. Shall shed around his milder beams; There shall they feast on his rich love, And drink full joys from living streams. g 6 Thus shall their mighty bliss renew, Thro' the vast round of endless years; e A nd the soft hand of sovereign grace Heals all their wounds, and wipes their tears. Neifcniirt. HYMN 48. L. M. " The Christian Race. Isa. xl. 28 — 31. 1 A WAKE, our souls! (away our fears, j\ Let ev'ry trembling thought be gQua^ o Awake, and run the heav'nly race, And put a cheerful courage on. e 2 True, 'lis a strait and thorny road, And mortal spirits tire and faint; — But they forget the mighty God, Who feeds' the strength of ev'ry roint* 66 HYMN 49, 50, 51, 52, 54, 56. Book h g 3 The mighty God, whose matchless pow'r, Is ever new, and ever young; And firm endures, while endless years Their everlasting circles run. o 4 From thee, the overflowing spring, Our souls shall drink a full supply; « While such as trust their native strength, a Shall melt away, and droop, and die. r> 5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air, We'll mount aloft to thine abode; On wings of love our souls shall fly, Nor tire amidst the heav'nly 'road. Yant-xich. Leeds. HYMN 49. C M. Works of Moses, and of the LasIb. Rev. xv, 3. 2 4SHHIST has done more than Moses did, \J Our Prophet and our King; From bonds of hell he freed our souls, And taught our lips to sing, i In the Red Sea, by Moses' hand, The Egyptian host w.is drown'd; But his own blood hides all our siiigj And guilt no more is found. 4 When thro' the desert Israel wen(, With manna they were fed; Our Lord invites us to his flesh, And calls it living bread, e 5 Moses beheld the promis'd land, Yet never reach 'd the place: o Bat Christ shall bring his foll'wers home To see his Father's face. 3 6 Then shall our love and joy be full, And feel a warmer flame; And sweeter voices tune the song Of Moses and the Lamb. Jirimdel. HYMN 50. C. M Song o/Zacharias. Luke i, 68, &c. John i,29, 32. 1 VT O W be the God of Israel bless'd, j-^l Who makes his truth appear; His mighty hand fulfils his word, And all the oaths he sware. 2 Now he bedews old David's root, With blessings from the skies: o He makes the branch of promise grow, The promis'd horn arise. 6 Be ev'ry vale exalted high Sink ev ry mountaia low; c The proud must stoop, and humble souls Shall his salvation know. 7 The heathen realms, with Israel's land, Shalt join in sweet accord; And all that's born of man shall see, The glory of the Lord. d 8 Behold the morning Star arise, Ye that in darkness sit: ■ — He marks the path that leads to peace, • And guides our doubtful feet. Bethlehem. HYMN 51. S. M. Preserving Grace. J ude 24, 25. * t FT^O God, the only wise, |_ Our Saviour, and our King, Let all the saints below the skies Their humble praises bring. 2 'Tis his almighty love, His counsel and his care, Preserves us safe from sin and death, And ev'ry hurtful snare. 3 He will present our souls, Unblemish'd and complete, Before the glory of his face, With joys divinely great. o 4 Then all the chosen seed Shall meet around the throne: Shall bless the conduct of his grace, And make his wonders known. 5 To our Redeemer God Wisdom with pow'r belongs; Immortal crowns of majesty, And everlasting songs. Dover. ' HYMN 52. L. M. Baptism. Matt, xxviii, 19. Acts ii, 38. 1 Vg WAS the commission of our Lord, S Go, teach the nations, and baptize;- . The nations have receiv'd the word, Since he ascended to the skies. 2 He sits upon th' eternal hills, With grace and pardon in his hands; And sends his cov'nant, with the seals^ To bless the distant christian lands. 3 "Repent and be baptiz'd," he saith, "For the remission of your sins;" And thus our sense assists our faith, And shews us what his gospel means, 4 Our souls he washes in his blood, As water makes the body clean; And the good Spirit from our God Descends, like purifying rain. 5 Thus we engage ourselves to thee. And seal our cov nant with the Lord; O may the great Eternal Three, In heav'n our solemn vows record\7 J unbridgt;. HYMN 54. L. M. Sairits beloved in Chjust. Eph. i, 3, &c. I B ESUS, we bless thy Father's name; •jj! Thy God and ours is one, the same; What heav'nly blessings from his throne Flow down to sinners through his Son! 2 "Christ be my first elect," he said; Then chose our souls in Christ our Head^ Before he gave the mountains birth, Or laid foundations for the earth. 3 Thus did eternal love begin, To raise us up from death and sin; Our characters were then decreed; Blameless in love, a holy seed. 4 Predestinated to be sons, Born by degrees, but chose at once; A new regenerated race, To praise the glory of his grace, o 5 With Christ, our Lord, we share a part In the affections of his heart; Nor shall our souls be thence remov'd, 'Till he forgets his first beloved. Quercy. Leeds. HYMN 56. C. M. The Song of Moses and the Lamb. Rev. xr, 3, and xvi, 19, and xvii, 6. 1 \*/E sing the glories of thy love, y* We sound thy dreadful name; The Christian church unites the songs Of Moses and the Lamb. 2 Great God, how wondrous are thy works> Of vengeance, and of grace? Thou King of saints, Almighty Lord, How just and true thy ways! 3 Who dares refuse to fear thy name,. Or worship at thy throne! Thy judgments speak thy holiness,, Through all the nations known ^ "Book I. i Great Babylon, that rules the earth, Drunk with the martyrs' blood,— Her crimes shall speedily awake The fury of our God. e 5 The cup of wrath is ready mix'd, And she must drink the dregs; Strong is the Lord, her sov'reign Judge, And shall fulfil the plagues. Bedford. M. I J WIN 57. C Adam, first and Second Adam. Rom. v, 12, &c. Psalm li, 5; Job xiv, 4. e 1 fT> ACK W A RD with humble shame we ,Vjt On our original; [look P How is our nature dash'd and broke, In our first father's fall! a 2 To all that's good, averse and blind, And prone lo all that's ill; What dreadful darkness veils our mind! How obstinate our will! 3 Conceiv'd in sin, (O wretched state) Before we draw our breath, The first youn-r pulse begins lo beat Iniquity and death. 4 How strong in our degen'rate blood The old corruption reigns! And mingling with the crooked flood, Wanders through all our veins! —7 Yet, mighty God, thy wondrous love, Gan make our nature clean; While Christ and grace prevail above The tempter, death, and sin. o 8 The Second Adam shall restore, The ruins of the first; o Hosanna to that sov'reign pow'r, That new creates our dust. Plymouth. HYMN 59. L. M. Babylon fallen. Rev. xviii, 20, 21. 1 TV Gabriel's hand a mighty stone Lies — a fair type of Babylon: e "Prophets rejoice, and all ye saints; "God shall avenge your long complaints." 2 He said, and dreadful as he stood, « He sunk the millstone in the flood: o "Thus terribly shall Babel fall, e "Thus— andno more be found at M." Blendim. HYMN 57, 59, 60, 61, 62, 63, 64. 2 'Twas he, who cleans'd our foulest sins. And wash'd us in his richest blood; 'lis he, who makes us priests and kings, And brings us rebels near to God. o 3 To Jesus, our atoning Priest, To Jesus, our superior King, Be everlasting pow'r confess'd, And ev'ry tongue his glory sing. e 4 Behold, on flying clouds he comes, And ev'ry eye shall see him move! e Tho with our sins we piere'd him once^ o Then he displays his pard'ning love. e 5 The unbelieving world shall wail, o While we rejoice to see the day: Come, Lord, nor let thy promise fail, Nor let thv chariot long dekv Leeds. 67 HYMN 60. L. M. Mary's Song;- or, Messiah born. Luke i,46,&c. 1 | kUR souls shall magnify the Lord, I f In God the Saviour we rejoice; While we repeat the Virgin's song, May the same Spirit tune our voice. 4 To those who fear and trust the Lord, His mercy stands for eyer sure: From age to age his promise lives, And the performance is secure. 5 He spake to Abra'am and his seed, "In thee shall all the earth be bless'd;" The mem'ry of that ancient word, Lay long in his eternal breast. o 6 But now no more shall Israel wait, No more the Gentiles lie forlorn; e Lo, the Desire of nations comes, Behold, the promis'd Seed is borp! Truro. HYMN 61. L. M. Christ our Priest and King. Rev. i,'5 — 7. lTVTOW to the Lord, who makes us know -L ' The wonders of his dying love, Be humble honours paid below, And strains of nobler praise above. HYMN 62. C. M. The Lamb of God -worshipped Rev. v, 11 — 13. 1 g 1OVIC let us join our cheerful songs, % j With angels round the throne; o Ten thousand thousand are their tongues, But all their joys are one. 2 Worthy the Lamb, that died, they erf, To be exalted thus: — Worthy the Lamb, our lips reply, For he was slain for us. o 3 Jesus is worthy to receive Honour and pow'r divine; And blessings, more than we can give. . Be, Lord, for ever thine, o 4 Let all who dwell above the sky, And air, and earth and seas, u Conspire to lift thy glories high, And speak thine endless praise. 5 The whole creation join in one, To bless the sacred name, Of him who sits upon the throne, And to adore theLamb. Christmas. Devizes n HYMN 63. L. M. Christ's Humiliation andExaltation.Hev.v,l2« e 1 "*T|THAT equal honours shall we bring, \ J To thee.O Lord our God, the Lamb: When all the notes that angels sing, Are far inferior to thy name? — 1 Worthy is He, who once was slain, The Prince of Life, who groan'd and died! o Worthy to rise, and live, and reign At his Almighty Father's side. — 3 Pow'r and dominion are His due, e Who stood condemn'd at Pilate's bar; — Wisdom belongs to Jesus too, e Tho' he was charg'd with madness there. — 4 All riches are his native right, e Yet he sustain'd amazing loss; o To him ascribe eternal might, — Who left his weakness on the cross. o 5 Honour, immortal, must be paid, Instead of scandal and of scorn; While glory shines around his head. And a bright crown without a thorn, o 6 Blessings for ever on the Lamb, Who bore the curse for wretched; men: g Let angels sound his sacred name, And ev'ry creature say, Awf.v. Oporto. HYMN 64. S. M. Adoption. 1 John iii, 1, &tc. Gal. vi, 6 I TOEHOLD! what wondrous grace MJ The Father hath beslow'd, On sinners of a mortal race, To call them sons of God! HYMN 67, 69, 72, 74, 76. Book L 2 'Tis no surprising thing, That we should be unknown; The Jewish world knew not their King, God's everlasting Son. 3 Nor does it yet appear How great we must be made} But when we see our Saviour here, We shall be like our head. 4 A hope so much divine May trials well endure; May purge our souls from sense and sin, As Christ the Lord is pure. 3 If in my Father's love, I share a filial part, Send down thy Spirit, like a dove, To rest upon my heart. 6 We would no longer lie, Like slaves beneath the throne; My faith shall Jibba, Father, cry, And thou the kindred own. Dover. Newton. HYMN 67. L. M. Seeking' the Pastures of Christ. Cant. i. 7. 1 ^I^HOU, whom my soul admires above A All earthly joy and earthly love — <$ Tell me, dear Shepherd, let me know, Where do thy sweetest pastures grow.' e 2 Where is the shadow of that rock, That from the sun defends thy flock? Fain would I feed among thy sheep, Among them rest, among them sleep. 3 Why should thy bride appear like one, That turns aside to paths unknown? My constant feet would never rove, Would never seek another love, o 4 The footsteps of thy flock I see; Thy sweetest pastures here they be; A wondrous feast thy love prepares, Bought with thy \vounds,and groans, and tears. e 5 His dearest flesh he makes my food, And bids me drink his richest blood; Here, to these hills, my soul will come, 'Till my beloved lead me home. Sicilian. Moreton. HYMN 69. L. M. Christ's Love to his Church. Cant, ii, 8 — 13. 1 ^l^HE voice of my beloved sounds, JL Over the rooks and rising grounds; O'er hills ofguiltand seas of grief, He leaps, he flies— to my relief. C 2 Now, through the veil of flesh I see, With eyes of love he looks on me; — Now, in the gospel's clearest glass, He shows the beauties of his face, b 3 Gently he draws my heart along, Doth with his beauties, and his tongue; O "Rise," saith ray Lord, "make haste away, "No mortal joy a are worth thy stay. b 4 "The Jewish wintry state is gone, "The mists are fled, the spring comes on; — "The sacred turtle dove we hear o "Proclaim the new, the joyful year. — 5- "The immortal vine of heav'nly root "Blossoms and buds, and gives her fruit:" i7 Lo we are come — to taste the wine; o Our souls rejoice, and bless the Vine. —6 And when we hear our Jesus say, o "Rise up, my Love, make haste away!" Tj Our hearts would fain outfly the wind, And fcave all earthly loves behind. Shoel. HYMN 72. L. M. Coronation of Christ, and Espousals «f the Church. Cant.iii, 2. 1 TkAUGHTERS of Sion, come, behold tjf The crown of honour and of gold, Which the glad church, with joys unknown, Piac'd on the head of Solomon. O 2 Jesus, thou everlasting King, Accept the tribute which we bring; Accept the well-deserv'd renown, And wear our praises as thy crown. b 3 Let ev'ry act of worship be, Like our espousals, Lord, to thee; Like the dear hour, when from above We first receiv'd thy pledge of love, o 4 The gladness of that happy day! Our hearts would wish it long to stay; Nor let our faith forsake its hold, Nor comfort sink, nor love grow cold. — 5 Each foil' wing minute as it flies, Increase thy praise, improve our joyg; o 'Till we are rais'd to sing thy name, At the great supper of the Lamb. 6 O that the months would roll away, And bring that coronation-day! g The King of grace shall fill the throne. With all his Father's glories om.Leeds. Green's. HYMN 74. L. M. The Garden of Christ. Cant.iv, 12 — 15; v, 1. b 1 ^^7E are a garden wall'd around, * V Chosen, and made peculiar ground; A little spot — inclos'd by grace, Out of the world's wide wilderness. — 2 Like trees of myrrh and spice we stand, Planted by God the Father's hand; And all his springs in Zionflow, To make the young plantation grow. 3 Awake, O heav'nly wind, and come, Blow on this garden of perfume; Spirit divine, deseend and breathe A gracious gale on plants beneath. ~ 4 Make our best spices flow abroad, To entertain our Saviour God: And faith and love, and joy appear, And ev'ry grace he active here. & Jesus, we will frequent thy board, And sing the bounties of our Lord: e But the rich food on which we live Demands more praise than tongue can give. [Portugal. HYMN 76. L. M. Christ inHeaven and onEarth. Cant.vi,l-3,12. 1 % / l^HEN strangers stand and hear me tell » » What beauties in my Saviour dwellj Where he is gone they fain would know, That they might seek and love him too. 2 My best Beloved keeps his throne, On hills of light, in worlds unknown; But he descends, and shows his face In the young gardens of his grace. 5 He takes my soul, e'er I'm aware, And shows me where his glories are; No chariot of Amminadib The heav'nly rapture can describe. o 6 O may my spirit daily rise, On wings of faith above the skies; e 'Till death shall make my last remove, To dwell forever with my love. Islington. Book I. HYMN 80, 81, HYMN 80. L. M. An Evening Hymn. Ps. iv, 8; iii, 5, 6; cxlii, 8. irriHUS far the Lord hath led me on, H Thus far his powY prolongs my days; And ev'ry evening should make known, Some fresh memorials of his grace, e 2 Much of my time has run to waste, And I perhaps am near my home; — But he forgives my follies past, He gives me strength for days to come. e 3 I lay my body down to sleep, Peace is the pillow for my head; — While well appointed angels keep Their watchful stations round my bed. e 6 Thus when the night of death shall come, My flesh shall rest beneath the ground; 9 And wait thy voice to rouse my tomb, With sweet salvation in the sound. Bethel. HYMN 81. L. M. A Song for Morning and Evening. Lam. iii, 23; Isa. xlv, 7. I \/f Y God, how endless is thy love! i^_I_ I'hy gifts are ev'ry ev'ning new; . And morning mercies from above, Gently distil like early dew. 3 Thou spread'st the curtains of the night, Great Guardian of my sleeping hours; Thy sovYeign word restores the light, And quickens all my drowsy powYs. 3 I yietd my powYs to thy command, To thee I consecrate my days; Perpetual blessings from thine hr.nd Demand perpetual songs of praise. Nant-wich. Sicilian. HYMN 82. L. M. God far above Creatures: or, J fan vain and mortal. Job iv, 17— —21. e 1 £1HALL the vile race of flesh and blood, J^ Contend with their Creator God? a Shall mortal worms presume to be More holy, wise, or just than he? — 2 Behold, he puts his trust in none Of all the spirits round his throne; Their natures, when compar'd with his, Are neither holy, just, nor wise, c 5 But h»w much meaner things are they, Who spring from dust, and dwell in clay? Touch'd by the finger of thy wrath, We faint, and vanish like the moth. 4 From night to day, from day to night, We die by thousands in thy sight; Bury'd in dust whole nations lie, Like a forgotten vanity. p 5 Almighty powY, to thee we bow; How frail are we! how glorious thou! No more the sons of earth shall dare With an eternal God compare. Geneva. HYMN 83. C. M. AJfliction and Death under Providence . Job v, 6, 7, 8. 1 T^rOT from the dust affliction grows, [^| Nor troubles rise by chance; p Yet we are born to cares and woes; A sad inheritance! —2 As sparks break out from burning coals, And still are upwards borne; p So grief is rooted in our souls, And man grows up to mourn. 82, 83, 84, 87, 88. 69 — 3 Yet with my God I leare my cause, And trust Ins promis'd grace; He rules me by his well known laws Of love and righteousness. o 4 Not all the pains that ere I bore Shall spoil my future peace; For death and hell can do no more, Than what my Father please. Isle of Wight. Bangor. HYMN 84. L. M. Chris* the Saviour. Isa. xlv, 21 — 25. el I EHOVAH speaks, let Israel hear! t»;3 Let all the earth rejoice, and fear'. While God's eternal Son proclaims His sovYeign honours and his names. d 2 "I am the last, and I the first, The Saviour God, and God the just; There's none besides pretends to shew Such justice and salvation too. 3 [Ye that in shades cf darkness dwell, Just on the verge of death arid hell, Look up tome from distant lands, Light, life, and heav'n are in my hands. g 4 I by my holy name have sworn, Nor shall the word in vain return; To me shall all things bend the knee, And ev'ry tongue shall swear to roe.3 5 In me, alone, shall men confess, Lies all their strength and righteousness- e But such as dare despise my name, I'll clothe them with eternal shame. — 6 In me, the Lord, shall all the seed Of Israel from their sins be freed; And by their shining graces prove Their int'rest in my pard'ning love." ^ Old Hundred HYMN 87. L. M. God dwells ivith the Humble and Penitent. Isa. Ivii, 15, 16. 1 fllHUS saith the high and lofty One. g \ "I sit upon my holy throne; My name is Gud, I dwell on high, Dwell in my own eternity. — 2 But I descend to worlds below, On earth, I have a mansion too; e The humble spirit and contrite Is an abode of my delight. — 3 The humble soul my words revive, I bid the mourning sinner live; Heal all the broken hearts I find, And ease the sorrows of the mind, e 4 [When I contend against their sin, 1 make them know how vile they've been, a But should my wrath for ever smoke, Their souls would sink beneath my stroke." o 5 O may thy pard'ning grace be nigh, Lest we should faint, despair and die! — Thus shall our better thoughts approve The methods of thy ehast'ning love.] Green's. Cas tle Str<-rt. HYMN 88. L. M. Life the Day of Grace and Ilofie. Eccl. ix. 4, 5, 6, 10. 1 T 1FE is the time to serve the Lord, I 4 The time to insure the great reward And while the lamp holds out to burn, The vilest sinner may return. 70 HYMN 89, 91, S3, 94, 95, 97, 99. Book I. e 3 But the vile wretch who flies from me, Does his own soul an injury; a Fools, who against my grace rebel, Seek death, and love the road to hell." Islington. 2 [Life is the hour that God has giv'n To 'scape from hell and fly to heav'u; The day of grace; — and mortals may Secure the blessings of the day.] p 3 The living know that they must die; But all the dead forgotten lie: Their mern'ry and their sense is gone, Alike unknowing and unknown. e 4 [Their hatred, and their love is lost, Their envy bury'd in the dust; They have no share in all that's done, Beneath the circuit of the sun.] — 5 Then, what my thoughts design to do, My hands, with all your might, pursue; C Since no device, nor work is found, Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground. e 6 There are no acts of pardon past, In the cold grave to which we haste; a But darkness, death, and long despair Reigi in eternal silence \ke\-e . Armley . Bath. HYMN 89. L. M. Youth and Judgment. Eccl. xi, 9. o i ~\7E sons of Adam, vain and young, |_ Indulge your eyes, indulge your tongue; Taste the delights your souls desire, And give a loose to all your fire. 2 Pursue the pleasures you design, And cheer your hearts with songs and wine; Enjoy the day of mirth; — but know, a There is a day of judgment too! e 5 God from on high beholds your tho'ts, His book records your secret faults; The works of darkness, you have done, Must all appear before the sun. 4 The vengeance to your follies due Should strike your hearts with terrour through: p How will you stand before his face, Or answer for his injur'd grace? — 5 Almighty God, turn off their eyes From these alluring vanities; And let the thunder of thy word Awake their souls to fear the Lord. Babylon. HYMN 91. L. M. ~.1dvicc to Youth. Eccl. xii, 1, 7; Isa. lxv, 20. 1 \JO\V in the heat of youthful blood, 1^1 Uemember your Creator God; e Behold (he months come hast'ning on, When you shall say — Mj joys are gone. a 2 Behold the aged sinner goes, Laden with guilt and heavy woes, Down to the regions of the dead, With endless curses on his head. p 3 The dust returns to dust again; The soul, in agonies of pain, Ascends to God; not there to dwell, — a But hears her doom, and sinks to hell. e 4 Eternal King, I fear thy name! Teach me to know how frail I am; — And when mv soul must hence remove, Give me a mansion in thy love. Geneva. HYMN 93. L. M. CnnrsT obeyed or resisted. Prov. vi'ti, 34 — 36. 1 (T|^HUS saith the Wisdom of the Lord, [ "West is the man who hears my word; Keeps daily watch before my gates, And at my feet for mercy waits, o 2 The soul that seeks me shall obtain Immortal wealth, and heav'nly gain; Immortal life is his reward, Life, and the favour of-lhe Lord. HYMN 94. CM -■ Justification:or,]jaiv and GVace.Rom. iii, 19-22: I % ' A1N are the hopes, the sons of men T On their own works have built; Their hearts by nature are unclean, And all iheir actions guilt, e 2 Let Jew and Gentile stop their mouths, Without a murmVing word; And the whole race of Adam stand, Guilty before the Lord. — 3 In vain we ask God's righteous law, To justify us now; Since to convince, and to condemn, Is all the law can do. o 4 Jesus, how glorious is thy grace, When in thy name we trust! Our faith receives a righteousness That makes the sinner just. Reading. ght; HYMN 95. C r M. Regeneration. John i, 13, and iii, 3, ius.-. 1 "Vj OT all the outward forms on earth, ' ^> Nor rites that God has giv'n, Nor will of man, nor blood, nor birth, Can raise a soul to heav'n. 2 The sov'reign will of God alone Creates us heirs of grace; Born in the image of his Son, A new peculiar race, b 3 The Spirit, like some heav'nly wind, Blows on the sons of flesh; New models all the carnal mind, And forms the man afresh. o 4 Our quicken'd souls awake, and rise, From the long sleep of death; o On heav'nly tilings we fix our eyes, And praise emplovs our breath. St. Martin's. HYMN 97. L. VI. Christ our Wisdom, Righteousness, &c. 1 Cor. i, 30. e 1 T>URY'Din shadows of the night, -EJ We lie — 'till Christ restores the li o Wisdom descends to heal the blind, And chase the darkness of the mind, p 2 Our guilty souls are drown'd in tears, 'Till his atoning blood appears: o Then, we awake from deep distress, And sing, the loud our righteousness. e 3 Our very frame is raix'd with sin; — His Spirit makes our natures clean; Such virtues from his sufferings flow, At once to cleanse, and pardon too. e 4 Jesus beholds where Satan reigns, Binding his slaves in heavy chains; He sets the pris'ners free, and breaks The iron bondage from our necks. e 5 Poor helpless worms in thee possess Grace, wisdom, pow'r, and righteousness; g Thou art our mighty All — and we Give our whole selves, O Lord, to thee. Brentford. HYMN 99 C M. Stones made Children of Abraham. Matt, iii, 9 , 1 "^TTATN are the hopes, that rebels place., y Upon their birth and blood; Descended from a pious rac, Their fathers now with God. Book I. HYMN 101, 102, 103, 104, 105, 106, 107. 71 2 He from the caves of earth and hell, Can take the hardest stones, And fill the house of Abraham well, With new created sons. 3 Such wondrous pow'r does he possess, Who formed our mortal frame; Who calf d the world from emptiness — The world obey'd, and came. Plymouth. HYMN 101. L. M. Joy in Heaven for a repenting Sinner. Luke xv, 7, 10. e 1 \ \ f HO can describe the joys that rise, " f Through all the courts of paradise, To see a a prodigal return, To see an weir of glory born? — 2 With joy the Father does approve The fruit of his eternal love; The Son with joy looks down, and sees The purchase of his agonies. 3 Tl»e Spirit takes delight to view The holy soul he form'd anew; o And saints ai;d angels join to sing The growing empire of their King. Oporto. JSloreton. HYMN 102. L. M. The Beatitudes. Matt, v, 2—12. 1 |_j LEST are the humble souls who see J~J Their emptiness and poverty; o Treasures of grace to them are giv'n, And crowns of joy laid up in heav'n. a 2 Blest are the men of broken heart, Who mourn for sin with inward smart; — The blood of Christ divinely flows A healing balm for all their woes. e 3 Blest are the meek, who stand afar From rage and passion, noise and war; o God will secure their happy state, And plead their cause against the great. e 4 Blest are the souls who thirst for grace, Hunger and long for righteousness; o They shall be well supply'd and fed, With living streams and living bread. a 5 Blest are the men, whose bowels move, And melt with sympathy and love; — From Christ the Lord shall they obtain Like sympathy and love again. e 6 Blest are the pure, whose hearts are clean From the defiling pow'r of sin; o With endless pleasure, they shall see A God of spotless purity, e 7 Blest are the men of peaceful life, Who quench the coals of growing strifej o They shall be call'd the heirs of bliss, The sons of God, the God of peace. — 8 Blest are the sufF'rers, who partake Of pain and shame for Jesus' sake; u Their souls shall triumph in the Lord; g Glorv and joy are their reward. Green's. " HYMN (03. C. M. Not ashamed of the Gospel. 2 Tim. i, 12. o 1 Tl 'M not asham'd to own my Lord, j Nor to defend his cause; Maintain the honour of his word, The glory of his cross. e 2 Jesus, my God, I know his name,— His name is all my trust: Nor will he put my soul to shame, Nor let my hope be lost, g 3 Firm as his throne his promise stands, And he can well secure, What I've committed to his hands, 'Till the decisive nouV. o 4 Then will he own my worthless name, Before his Father's face; And in the new Jerusalem Appoint my soul a place. St. Ann's. HYMN 104. C. VI. State of Nature and Grace. 1 Cor. vi, 10, 11. 1 Tk; OT the malicious, or profane, J^j The wanton, or the proud, Nor thieves, nor sland'rers, shall obtain. The kingdom of our God. b 2 Surprising grace! and such were we, By nature and by sin! Heirs ef immortal misery, Unholy and unclean, o 3 But we are wash'd in Jesos' blood, We're pardon'd through his name; And the good Spirit of our God Has sanctified our frame. — 4 O for a persevering pow'r, To keep thy just commands! We would defile our hearts no more, No more pollute our hands. York.. HYMN 105. C. M. Heaven. 1 Cor. ii, 9, 10. Rev. xxi, 27. 1 T^J OR eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard, _^j Nor sense nor reason known, What joys the Father has prepar'd, For those that love the Son. 2 But the good Spirit of the Lord Reveals a heav'n to come: The beams of glory in his word Allure and guide us home, b S Pure are the joys above the sky, And all the region peace; No wanton lips, nor envious eye. Can see or taste the bliss. —4 Those holy gates for ever bar Pollution, sin and shame; None shall obtain admittance there, But foll'wers of the Lamb, o 5 He keeps the Father's book of life, There all their names are found; e The hypocrite in vain shall strive To tread the heav'nly ground. Zion. HYMN 106. S. M. Dead to Sin by the Cross of Christ. Rom. vi, 1 O HALL we go on to sin, J5 Because free grace abounds? Or crucify the Lord again, And open all his wounds? - 2 Forbid it, mighty God! Nor let it e'er be said, That we whose sins are crucify'd. Should raise them from the dead. 3 We will be slaves no more, Since Christ has made us free; Has nail'd our tyrants to the cross, And bought our liberty. jiylesbury. HYMN 107. L. M. Fall and Recovery of Jtiicm. Gen. iii, 1, 15, 17. Gal. iv, 4. Col. ii, 15. 1 B iECF.IV'D by subtle snares of hell, tj 9 Adam our head, our father full! When Satan in the serpent hid, Propos d the fruit that God forbid, e 2 Death was the threat'ning; death beg«a To take possession of the man: His unborn race receiv'd the wound, And heavy curses smote fhe gromuh HYMN 108, 109, 110, 111, 112, 113. 72 — 13 But Satan found a worse reward: Thus saitli the vengeance of the Lord, o "Let everlasting hatred be Betwixt the woman's Seed and thee. 4 "The woman's Seed shall be my Son, He shall destroy what thou hast done: Shall break thy head, and only feel Thy malice raging at his heel." —5 He spake — and bid four thousand years Roll on; at length his Son appears; s Angels with joy descend to earth, And sing the young Redeemer's birth. p 6 Lo, by the sons of hell he dies; . — But as he hung 'twixt earth and skies, o He gave their priuce a fatal blow, u And triumph'd o'er the pow'rs below. Armley. HYMN 108. S. M. Christ unseen, yet beloved. 1 Pet. i, 8. 1 l^TOT w ' t ' 1 OU1 ' mortal eyes |^| Have we beheld the Lord; Vet we rejoice to hear his name, Aad love him in his word. 2 On earth we want the sight Of our Redeemer's face; Yet, Lord, our inmost thoughts delight To dwell upon thy grace. ■3 And when we taste thy love, Our joys divinely grow, Unspeakable, like those above, And heav'n begins below. Dover. HYMN 109. L. M. Tlie Value o/*Cbrist and his Righteousness' Phil, iii, 7, 8, 9. 1 nVT O more, my God, I boast no more, ■1.^1 Of all the duties I have done; 1 quit the hopes I held before, To trust the merits of thy Son. 2 Now for the love I bear his name, What was my gain, 1 count my loss; My former pride I call my shame, And nail my glory to his cross* 3 Yes, and I must and will esteem All things but loss for Jesus' sake; Oh may my soul be found in him, And ot his righteousness partake! 4 The best obedience of my hands Dares not appear before thy throne; But faith can answer thy demands, By pleading what my Lord has done. Portugal. Armley. HYMN 110. C. M. Death and immediate Glory. 2 Cor. v, 1,5, 8. o I nnHERE is a house.not made with hands, I Eternal, and on high; e And here my spirit waiting stands, 'Till God shall bid it fly. e 2 Shortly this prison of my clay Must be dissolv'd and fall; s Then, O my soul, with joy obey Thy heav'nly Father's call. — 3 ' Tis He by his almighty grace, Who forms thee fit for heav'n; And as an earnest of the place, Has his own Spirit giv'n. 4 We walk by faith of joys to come, Faith lives upon his word; e But while the body is our home, We're absent, from the Lord. Book I. — 5 'Tis pleasant to believe thy grace, But we had rather see; o We would be absent from the flesh, And present, Lord, with thee. Si PauVn. Canterbury;- HY.WN 111. CM. Sa Ivation by Grace. Titus iii, 3, 7. e 1 [ j ORD, we confess our numerous faults, $ 4 How great our guilt has been! Foolish and vain were all our thoughts, And all Our lives were sin. o 2 But, O my soul, for ever praise, For ever love his name, Who turns thy feet from dang'rous ways Of folly, sin, and shame. 3 —3 'Tis not by works of righteousness, Which our own hands have done; o But we are sav'd by sov'reign grace, Abounding through his Son. — 4 'Tis from the mercy of our God, That all our hones begin; 'Tis by the water and the blood, Our souls are wash'd from sin. p 5 'Tis through the purchase of His death. Who hung upon the tree, The Spirit is sent down to breathe, On such dry bones as we. o 6 Rais'd from the dead, we live anew: And, justify'd by grace, s We shall appear in glory too, And see our Father's face. Pending 1 . HYMN H2. C. M. The Brazen Serpent. 2 John ver. 14 — 16, 1 £lO did the Hebrew prophet raise J^ The brazen serpent high; The vrounded felt immediate ease, The camp forbore to die. d 2 "Look upward in the dying hour, And live!" the prophet wies! e But Christ performs a nobler cure, When faith lifts up her eyes. — 3 High on the cross the Savionr hung! High in the heavens he reigns! Here si aers, by th' old serpent stung, Look, and forget their pains, g 4 When God's own Son is lifted up, A dying world revives; The Jew beholds the glorious hope, Th' expiring Gentile lives. Bedford. HYMN 113. C. M. Abraham's Blessing on the Gentiles. Gen. xvii, 7. Rom. xv, 8. Mark x, 14. 1 g_| OW large the promise — how divine— || To Abrah'm and his seed! d "1*11 be a God to thee and thine, Supplying all their need." — 2 The words of his extensive love From age to age endure; The Angel of the cov'nant proves, And seals the blessing sure. b 3 Jesus the ancient faith confirms, To our great fathers giv'n; He takes young children to his arms, And calls them heirs of heav'n. o 4 Our God, how faithful are his ways! His love endures the same; Nor from the promise of his grace Blots out the children's name. Warehatr, Book I. HYMN 114, 115, 116, 117, 118, 119, 120. 73 HYMN 114. C. M. The same, Rom. xi, 16, 17. e 1 |^1 EN TILES by nature, we belong \JS To the wild olive wood; O Grace took us from the barren tree, And grafts us in the good. — 2 With the same blessings grace endows The Gentile and the Jew; If pure and holy be the root, Such are the branches too. o 3 Then let the children of the saints Be dedicate to God; e Pour out thy Spirit on them, Lord, And wash them in thy blood, o 4 Thus to the parents and their seed, Shall thy salvation come; o And num'rous households meet at last In one eternal home. Sunday. HYMN 115. C. M. Conviction by the Law. Rom. vii, 8, 9, 14, 24. 1 u ORD, how secure my conscience was, I g And felt no inward dread! 1 was alive without the law, And thought my sins were dead. 2 My hopes of heav'n were firm and bright; c But since the precept came, With a convincing pow'r and light, I find how vile I am. 3 [My guilt appear'd but small before, 'Till terribly I saw, Haw perfect, holy, just, and pure, Is thine eternal law e 4 Then felt my soul the heavy load, My sins reviv'd again; I had provoked a dreadful God, And all my hopes were slain.] p 5 I'm like a helpless captive sold, Under the pow'r of sin; I cannot do the good I would, Nor keep my conscience clean. —6 My God, I cry with ev'ry breath, For some kind pow'r to save; To break the yoke of sin and death, And thus redeem the slave. Plymouth. HYMN 116. L. M. Love to God and our Neighbour. Matt, xxii, 37—40. lri^HUS saith the first, the great command, 1 "Let all thy inward pow'rs unite, To love thy Maker and thy God, With utmost vigour and delight. 2 Then shall thy neighbour, next in place, Share thine affection and esteem; And let thy kindness to thyself, Measure and rule thy love to him." 3 This is the sense that Moses spoke, This did the prophets preach and prove; For want of this the law is broke, And the whole law's fulfill'd by love, a 4 But oh! how base our passions are! How cold our charity and zeal! — Lord, fill our souls with heav'nly fire, Or we shall ne'er perform thy will. Bath HYMN 117 L. M. Election Sovereign and Free. Rom. ix,21 — 24. 1 f JEHOLD the potter and the clay, J[J) He forms his vessels as he please; Such is our God, and such are we, The subjects of his just decrees. JO e 3 May not the sov'reign Lord on high Dispense his favours as he will, Choose some to life, while others die, And yet be just, and gracious still? — 6 Shall man reply against the Lord, And call his Maker's ways unjust?— o The thunder of whose dreadful word Can crush a thousand worlds to dust, p 7 But, O my soul, if truth so bright, Should dazzle and confound thy sight; Yet still, his written will obey, And wait the great decisive day. g 8 Then he shall make his justice known; And the whole world before his throne, With joy or terrour shall confess The glory of his righteousness. Blendon.Bath. HYMN 118 S. M. Sin against the Law and Gospel. John i, 17. Heb. iii, 3, 5, 6r x, 28, 29. 1 ri^HE law by Moses came; But peace and truth and love, Were bro't by Christ, a nobler name, Descending from above. 2 Amidst the house of God, Their diff' rent works were done, Moses a faithful servant stood, But Christ a faithful Son. o 3 Then to his new commands Be strict obedience paid; O'er all his Father's house he stands, The Sov'reign and the Head, e 4 The man who durst despise The law that Moses brought! p Behold! how terribly he dies — For his presumptuous fault, e 5 But sorer vengeance falls On that rebellious race, Who hate to hear when Jesus calls, And dare resist his grace. St Bridge'st HYMN 119. CM. Various Success of the Gospel. 1 Cor. i, 23, 24. 2 Cor. "ii, 16. 1 Cor. iii, 6, 7. 1 jMHRIST and his cross is all our theme; q ' The myst'ries that we speak Are scandal in the Jews' esteem, And folly to the Greek, o 2 But souls, enlighten'd from above, With joy receive the word; They see what wisdom, pow'r and love, Shine in their dying Lord. — 3' The vital savour of his name Restores their fainting bre;;th; e But unbelief perverts the same a To guilt, despair, and death. — 4 'Till God diffuse his graces down, Like show'rs of heav'nly rain, In vain Apollos sows the ground, And Paul raw plant in vain. Jlhridge* HYMN 1 2D C. M Faith of Things unseen. Heb. xi, 1,3, 8, 10. 1 f^lAITH is the brightest evidence Of things beyond our sight; Breaks through the clouds of flesh and sense ? And dwells in heav'nly light. 2 It sets times past in present view, Brings distant prospects home— Of things a thousand years ago, Or thousand years to wme. T4 HYMN 121, 122, 123, 124, 125, 126, 127. Book I. S By faith, we know the worlds were made, By God's almighty wore); Abrah'm to unknown countries led, By faith obey'd the Lord, i He sought a city fair and high, Built by th* eternal hands; o And faith assures us, though we die, That heuv'nlv budding stands. Jilear. HYMN 121. O. M. Cliildren devoted to God. Gen. xvii, 7, 10. Acts xvi, 14, 15,33. 1 N HUS saith the mercy of the Lord, I "I'll be a God to thee: "I'll bless thy uum'rous race, and they "Shall be a seed for me." 2 Abrah'm believ'd the promis'd grace, And gave his sons to God; But water seals the blessing now, That once was seal'd with blood. 3 Thus Lydia sanctified her house, When she received ihe word; Thus the believing Jailer gave His household to the Lord, i Thus later saints, eternal King, Thine ancient truth embrace: To thee their infant offspring bring, And humbly claim the gr;,ce. St Martin's. HYMN 122. L. M. Believers buried ?eithCan.isT. Rom. vi,3,4, &c. e 1| \0 we not know that solemn word, JL? That we are buried with the Lord? Baptis'd into his death, and then Put oil" the body of our sin? O 2 Our souls receive diviner breath, Kais'd from corruption, guilt and death; o So from the grave did Christ arise, And lives to God above the skies. —3 No more let sin or Satan reigu Over our mortal flesh again; The various lusts, we seiVd before, Shall have dominion now no more. Quercy. HliMN 1^3. U. M. The Repenting Prodigal. Luke xv, 13, &c. 1 D EHOLD the wretch, whose lust and -U Has wasteel his estate! [wine He begs a share among the swine, To taste the husks they eat. p 2 "I die with hunger here," he cries, "I starve in foreign lands; "My father's house has large supplies, "And bounteous are his hands. — 3 "I'll go, and, with a mournful tongue, "Fall down before his face; p "Father, I've done thy justice wrong, "Nor can deserve thy grace." o 4 He said, and hasten'd to his home, To seek his father's love; — The lather saw the rebel come, e And all his bowels move, u 5 He ran and fell upon his neck, Enabrac'd and kiss'd his son, p The rebel's heart with sorrow brake, For follies he had done. o 6 "Take off his clothes of shame and sin, o (The father gives command) ft Dress him in garments white and clean, With rings adorn his hand. 7 A day of feasting I ordain; Let mirth and joy abound: s My son was dead, and lives again, Was lost and now is found." Heading. HYMN 124. L. M. The First and Second Adam. Rom. v, 12, &c. e 1 jj-fcEEP in the dust, before thy throne, J f Our guilt and our disgrace we own; a Great God we own th' unhapp) name, Whence sprung our nature and our shame 1 ! 2 Adam the sinner: at his fall Death, like a conqu'ror, seiz'd us all, A thousand new-born babes are dead, By fatal union to their head. e 3 But whilst our spirits fill'd with awe, Behold the terrours of thy law, o We sing the honours of thy grace, That ^eut to save our ruin'd race. 4 We sing thine everlasting Son, Who join'd our nature to his own: g Adam the Second from the dust Raises the ruins of the first. Jlrmley. HYMN 125. O. VI. Christ's Compassion to the Weak and Tempt- ed. Heb. if, IG; v, 7, Matt, xii, 20. 1 \ ,ft '" IT 11 joy we meditate the grace 7 y Of our High Priest above; e His heart is made of tenderness, His bowels melt with love, p 2 Touch'd with a sympathy within, He knows our feeble frame; He knows what sore temptations mean. For he has felt the same. — 3 But spotless, innocent, and pure, The great Redeemer stood; e While Satan's fiery darts he bore, And did resist to blood, p 4 He, in the days of feeble flesh, Pour'd out his cries and tears; e And in his measure feels afresh What ev'ry member bears, b 5 [He'll never quench the smoking flax, But raise it to a flame; The bruised reed he never breaks, Nor scorns the meanest name.] o 6 Then let our humble faith address His mercy and his pow'r; o We shall obtain delivering grace, In the distressing hour. Barhy. HYMN 126. L. M. ~~ Chanty and Uncharitabkness. 'Rom. xiv, 17, 19. 1 Cor. x, 32. 1 TVfOT difPrent food, nor different dress, l^t Compose the kingdom of our Lord; But peace, and joy, and righteousness, Faith, and obedience to his word. 2 When weaker Christians we despise, We do the gospel mighty wrong; For God, the gracious and the wise, Receives the feeble with the strong. 3 Let pride and wrath be banish'd hence, Meekness and love our souls pursue: Nor shall our practice give offence To saints, the Gentile or the Jew. Islington. HYMN 127. L. M. Christ's Invitation to Sinners. Matt, xi, 28—30. 1 "4"iOME hither, all ye weary souls, 1 i Ye heavy laden sinners come} I'll Kive you rest from all your toils, And raise you to my heav'nly home. 2 They shall find rest, who learn of rat, I'm of a meek and lowly mind; But passion rages like the sea, And pride is restless as the wind. Book I. HYMN 128, 129, 130, 131, 132, 133, 134. 3 Bless'd is the roan, whose shoulders take My yoke, and bear it with delight; My yoke is easy to his neck, My grace shall make the burden light." o 4 Jesus, we come at thy command, With faith, and hope, and humble zeal; Resign our spirits to thy hand, To mould and guide us at thy will. Portugal. HYMN 128. L. M. The Apostle's Commission. Markxvi, 15, &c. Matt, xxviii, 18, &c. 1 " jf 1 0, preach my Gospel," saith the Lord; \ Jl Bid the whole earth my grace receive; o He shall be sav'd, who trusts my word; e He shall be daran'd, who wont believe. — 2 [I'll make your great commission known, And ye shall prove my gospel true; By all the works that I have done, By all the wonders ye shall do. g 3 Go heal the sick, go raise the dead, Go cast out devils in my name; Nor let my prophets he afraid, Tho' Greeks reproach, and Jews blaspheme, 4 Teach all the nations my commands, I'm with you till the world shall end; All pow'r is trusted in my hands, I can destroy, and I defend." 5 He spake, and light shone round his head — On a bright cloud to heav'n he rode: g They to the farthest nations spread The grace of their ascended God. Green's. HYMN 129. L. M. Abraham offering- his son. Gen. xxii, fi, &c 1 ; AINTS.at your heav'nly Father's word, ■ ^ Give up your comforts to the Lord; He shall restore what you resign, Or grant you blessings more divine. 2 So Abrah'm, with obedient hand, Led forth his Son, at God's command; The wood, the fire, the knife he took; His arm prepar'd the dreadful stroke. d 3 "Abrah'm forbear," the angel ciy'd, "Thy faith is known, thy love is trv'd; "Thy son shall live, and in thy seed, "Shall the whole earth be bless'd indeed." o 4 .lust in the last distressing hour, The Lord displays delivering pow'r; The mount of danger is the place, Where we shall see surprising grace. Jlrmleii. HYMN 130. L. M. Love and Hatred. Phil, ii, 2. Eph. iv, 30, &c. e 1 i ; OW by the bowels of my God, ^f His sharp distress, his sore corn- By his last groans, his dying blood, — [plaints,- I charge my soul to love the saints. — 2 Clamour and wrath and war begone, Envy and spite forever cease; Let bitter words no more be known, Amongst the saints, the sons of peace. e 3 The Spirit, like a peaceful dove, Flies from the realms of noise and strife; Why should we vex and grieve His love, Who seals our souls to heav'nly life? 4 Tender and kind be all our thoughts, Through all our lives let mercy run: —So God forgives our num'rons faults, For the dear sake of Christ his Son. Sicilian. B' 75 HYMN 131. L. M. The Pharisee and Publican Luke xviii,10, &£ EHOLD, how sinners disagree, — The Publican and Pharisee! o One doth his righteousness proclaim, e The other owns his guilt and shame, p 2 This man at humble distance stands, And cries for grace with lifted hands; o That boldly rises near the throne, And talks of duties he has done. — 3 The Lord their diff'rent language knows, And Hiflf'rent answers he bestows, o The humble soul with grace he crowns, e Whilst on the proud his anger frowns. — 4 Dear Father, let me never be Joio'd with the boasting Pharisee; e I have no merits of mv own, But plead ihe sufferings of thy Son. Islington. HYMN 13* L. M. Holiness and Grace. Tit. ii, 10, 13, 1 O O let our lips and lives express, J^ The holy Gospel, we profess; So let our works and virtues shine, To prove the doctrine all divine. 2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad The honours of our Saviour God; When the salvation reigns within, And grace subdues the pow'r of sin. e 3 Our flesh and sense must be denied, Passion and envy, lust and pride; o Whilst justice, temp'rance, truth and love. Our inward piety approve. — i Religion bears our spirits up, While we expect that blessed hope, — o The bright appearance of the Lord; — — And faith stands leaning on his word. Brentford. Oporto HYMN 133. C. M. Love and Charity. 1 Cor. xiii,2 — 7, I? 1 T ET Pharisees of high esteem I j Their faith and zeal declare; All their religion is a dream, If love be wanting there. 2 Love suffers long with patient eye. Nor is provok'd in haste; She lets the present injury die, And long forgets the past. 3 [Malice and rage, those fires of hell; She quenches with her tongue; Hopes, and believes, and thinks no ill, Though she endures the wrong.] 4 [She ne'er desires, nor seeks to know The scandals of the time; Nor looks with pride on those below, Nor envies those who climb.} 5 She lays her own advantage by To seek her neighbour's good: — o So God's own Son came down to die, And bought our lives with blood. o 6 Love is the grace, that keeps her pow'r, In all the realms above; There faith and hope are known nf more, But saints for ever love. York. HYMN 131. L. M. Religion vain vjitltout Love. 1 Cor. xiii, 1,2, 3. 1 | | AD I the tongues of Greeks and Jews, f And nobler speech than angels use; If love be absent, 1 am found, Like tinkling brass, an empty sound. 76 HYMN 135, 136, 137, 138, 139, 140, 141. Book I. 2 Were I inspirM to preach, ami tell All that is done in heaven and hell; Or could my faith the world remove, Still — I am nothing without love. 3 Should I distribute all my store, To feed the bowels of the poor; Or give my body to the flame, To gain a martyr's glorious name; — 4 If love to God, and love to men, Be absent — all my hopes are vain: Nor tongues, nor gifts, nor fiery zeal, The works of love can e'er fulfil. Islington Qvercy. HYMN 1.35. L. M. Love of Christ in the Heart Eph. iii, 16, &c. 1 £ lOME, dearest Lord.descend and dwell, \J Dy faith and love, in ev'ry breast; o Then shall we know, and taste, and feel, The joys that cannot be express'd. 2 Come, fill our hearts with inward strength,- Make our enlarged souls possess, And learn the height and breadth and length, Of thine unmeasurable grace. « 3 Now to the God whose pow'r can do, More than our tho'ts or wishes know; Be everlasting honours done, By all the Church — thro' Christ his Son. Sicilian. Green's. HYMN 1 36. C. M. Sincerity and Hypocrisy. John iv, 24. Psalm cxxxix, 23, 24. 1 f^i OD is a Spirit, just and wise, \Jf He sees our inmost mind; '- In vain to heav'n we raise our cries, And leave our souls behind. 2 Nothing but truth, before his throne, With honour can appear: The painted hypocrites are known, Through the disguise they wear. 3 Their lifted eyes salute the skies, Their bending knees the ground; But God abhors the sacrifice, Where not the heart is found. « 4 Lord, search my thoughts,and try my ways, And make my soul sincere; e Then shall I stand before thy face, And find acceptance there. Abridge. Plymouth. HYMN 137. L M. Salvation by Grace in Christ. 2 Tim. i, 9, 10. 1 IVTO^j t0 the power of God supreme ±^ lie everlasting honours giv'n; He saves from hell — (we bless his name,) He calls our wand'ring feet to heav'n. e 2 Not for our duties, or deserts, o But of his own abundant grace, He works salvation in our hearts, And forms a people for his praise. —3 'Twas his own purpose that begun To rescue rebels, doom'd to die; He gave us grace in Christ his Son, Before he spread the starry sky. o 4 Jesus the Lord appears at last, And makes his Father's counsels known; o Declares the great transactions pass'd And brings immortal blessings down, e 5 He dies! — and in that dreadful night Did all the pow'rs of hell destroy; O Rising — he brought our heav'n to light, And took possession of the jov. Leeds. Castle Street. HYMN 138. C. M. Saints in the Hands of Christ. John x, 28, 29. 1 |7*.IRM as the earth, thy gospel stands, JP My Lord, my hope, my trust; If I am found in Jesus' hands, My soul can ne'er be lost. 2 His honour is engag'd to save The meanest of his sheep; All, whom his heav'nly Father gave, His hands securely keep. 3 Nor death, nor hell, shall e'er remove His fav'rites from his breast; In the dear bosom of his love They must for ever rest. Colchester. HY.viN 139. Hope in the Cove?iant. L. M. Heh. vi, 17—19. e 1 XJOW oft have sin and Satan strove jtl To rmd my soul from thee, my God? o But everlasting is thy love, And Jesus seals it with his blood. — 2 The oath and promise of the Lord Join to confirm the wondrous grace; g Eternal pow'r performs the word, And fills all heav'n with endless praise. e 3 Amidst temptations, sharp and long, My soul to this dear refuge flies; — Hope is my anchor, firm and strong, While tempests blow, and billows rise, o 4 The gospel bears my spirit up; g A faithful and unchanging God Lays the foundation for my hope, In oaths, and promises, and blood. Green's HYxVIN 140. C. M. A living and a dead Faith. e 1 "jfcjf ISTAKEN souls! that dream of heav'n, !.▼.! And make their empty boast — Of inward joys, and sins forgiv'n, While they are slaves to lust. 2 Vain are our fancies, airy flights, If faith be cold and dead; —None but a living pow'r unites To Christ the livi ng head, o 3 'Tis faith, that changes all the heart, 'Tis faith, that works by love; That bids all sinful joys depart, And lifts the thoughts above, o 4 'Tis faith, that conquers earth and hell, By a celestial pow'r; This is the grace that shall prevail, In the decisive hour. e 5 [Faith must obey her Father's will, As well as trust his grace; A pard'ning God is jealous still, For his own holiness. — 6 When from the curse he sets us fr«e, He makes our natures clean; Nor would he send his Son to be The Minister of sin. o 7 His Spirit purifies our frame, And seals our peace with God: — Jesus, and his salvation came, Rv water and hv blood.") York. Reading. HYV1N 141 S. M The Humiliation and Exaltation of Christ. Ish. liii, 1—5, 10—12. e 1 \/C7HO has believ'rl thy word, V ? Or thy salvation known; o Reveal thine arm, Almighty Lord, And glorify thy Son. Book I. HYMN 142, 143, 144, 145, 146. e 2 The Jews esteem'd him here, Too mean for their belief; p Sorrows his chiefacquaintance were, And his companion grief. — 3 They turn'd their eves away, Anil treated him with scorn; p But 'twas their grief upon him lay, Their sorrows he has borne, a 4 'Twas for the stubborn Jews, And Gentiles, then unknown, The God of justice pleas* d to bruise His best beloved Son. — 5 "But I'll prolong his days, And make his kingdom stand; o My pleasure, saith the God of grace, Shall prosper in his hand. o 6 [His joyful soul shall see The purchase of his pain; And by his knowledge justify The guilty sons of men. 3 o 7 [Ten thousand captive slaves, Keleas'd from death and sin, Shall quit their prisons, and their graven, And own his pow'r divine.] u 8 [Heav'n shall advance my Son, To joys that earth dcny'd; e Who saw the follies men had done, a And bore their sins and i\\aA."Jlylesbury. HYMN 142. S. M. The same. Isa. liii, 6 — 9 — 12. e 1 "I IKE sheep we went astray, |^ And broke the fold of God; Each wand'ring in a diff'rent way, But all the downward road, p 2 How dreadful was the hour, When God our wand'rings laid, And did at once his vengeance pour, Upon the Shepherd's head. o 3 How glorious was the grace, When Christ sustain'd the stroke! His life and blood the Shepherd pays, A ransom for the flock. a 4 His honour and his breath Were taken both away; Join'd with the wicked in his death, And made as vile as they. o 5 But God shall raise his head, O'er all the sons of men; And make him see a nuni'rous seed, To recompense his pain. g 6 "I'll give him," saith the Lord, "A portion with the strong; "He shall possess a large reward, "And hold his honours long." Bingham. HYMN 143. C. M. Characters of the CJuldren of 'God, from several Scriptures. b 1 OO new-horn babes desire the breast, ^ To feed, and grow, and thrive; So saints with joy the gospel taste, And by the gospel live. — 5 Grace, like an uncorrupted seed, Abides and reigns within; Immortal principles forbid The sons of God to sin. e 6»Not by the terrours of a slave, Do they perform his will; o But with the noblest pow'rs they have* His sweet commands fulfil. — 7 They find aocess at ev'ry hour To God, within the vail; Hence they derive a qtiick'ning pow'r, And joys that never fail, o 8 O happy souls! O glorious state Of ever-flowing grace! To dwell so near their Father's seat, And see his lovely face! e 9 Lord, I address thy heav'nly throne; Call me a child of thine; Send down the Spirit of thy Son, To form my heart divine. — 10 There shed thy choicest love abroad, And make my comforts strong; d Then shall I say, My Father, God, With an unwav'ring tongue. Hymn Id. Barby. HYMN 144. C. M. The witnessing and sealing Spirit. Rom. viii, 14, 16. Eph. i, 13, 14.^ e 1 ^^^H Y should the children of a King, * 7 Go mourning all their days? o Great Comforter, descend and bring Some tokens of thy grace. e 2 Dost thou not dwell in all the saints, And seal the heirs of heav'n? When wilt thou banish my complaints, And show my sins forgiv'n? — 3 Assure my conscience of her part In the Redeemer's blood; And bear thy witness with my heart* That I am born of God. o 4 Thou art the earnest of his love, The pledge of joys to come; And thy soft wings, celestial Dove, Will safe convey me home. Canterbury. York. HYMN 145. C. M. Christ and Aaron: Heb. vii, and ix. I TESUS, in thee our eyes behold g>f A thousand glories more, Than the rich gems and polish'd gold, The sons of Aaron wore. e 2 They first their own burnt-ofF 'rings bro'l. To purge themselves from sin; o Thy life was pure without a spot, And all thy nature clean. e 5 Once in the circuit of a year, With blood hut not his own, Aaron within the vail appears, Before the golden throne. o 6 But Christ, by his own powerful blood, Ascends above the skies; And, in the presence of our God, Shows his own sacrifice. o 7 Jesus, the King of glory, reigns, On Zion's heav'nly hill; Looks like a lamb that has been slain, And weai-s his priesthood still. — 8 He ever lives to intercede Before his Father's face: Give him, my soul, thy cause to plead, Nor doubt the Father's grace. Sunday Christmas. HYMN 146. L. M. The Excellencies o/Chhist. 1 £^i O worship at Emmanuel's ffcet, 1 ~f See in his face what wonders meet; Earth is too narrow to express His worth, his glory, or his grace. 78 HYMN 148, 150. 2 The whole creation can afford But some faint, shadows of ray Lord; Nature to make his beauties known, Must mingle colours, not her own. e 17 O let me climb those higher skies, Where storms and darkness never rise! o There he displays his pow'rs abroad, And shines and reigns th' incarnate God. g IS Nor earth, nor seas, nor sun. nor stars. Nor heav'n his full resemblance bears; His beauties we can never trace, 'Till we behohl him face to face. Oporto. JYantivich. HYMN 148. P. M. Scriptural Titles of Christ. 1 [ VB7TTH cheerful voice I sing IT The titles of my Lord; And borrow all the names Of honour from his word; Nature and art I Sufficient forms Can ne'er supply | Of majesty. e 2 In Jesus we behold His Father's glorious face, Shining forever bright, With mild and lovely rays: — Th' eternal God's I Inherits and Eternal Son J Partakes the throne.] g 3 The sov' reign King of kings, The Lord of lords most high, Writes his own name upon His garment and his thigh: His name is call'd I He rules the earth The Word oj God,- | With iron rod. — 4 When promises and grace Can neither melt, or move, o The angry Lamb resents The injuries of his love: u Awakes his wrath I As lions roar, Without delay, | And tear the prey. b 5 But, when for works of peace The great Redeemer comes, What gentle characters, What titles he assumes! Light of the world, I Nor will he bear And life oj men! | Those names in vain. o 6 Immense compassion reigns In our Emmanuel's heart, When he descends to act A Mediator's part: He is a Friend, I Divinely kind, And Brother too; | Divinely true, g 7 At length the Lord, the Judge, His awful throne ascends, And drives the rebels far From favourites and friends: Then shall the saints I The heights and depths Completely prove | Of all his love. Allerton. HYMN 150. P. M. Scriptural Characters of Christ. o 1 K OIN all the glorious names ®f Of wisdom, love, and pow'r, That ever mortals knew, That angels ever bore: e All are too mean I Too mean to set To speak his worth; J My Saviour forth. Book I.. d 2 But, 6 what gentle terras, What condescending ways, Does our Redeemer use, To teach his heav'nly grace! — Mine eyes, with joy I What forms of love And wonder, see | He bears for me. e 3 (Array'd in mortal flesh, He like an Angel stands; And holds the promises And pardons in his hands: o Comraission'd from | To make his grace His Father's throne; | To mortals known.) — AR from my thoughts, vain world, be [Jj Let my religious hours alone: [gone,- Fain 'would my eyes my S.»viour see, I wait a visit, Lord, from thee. o 2 My heart grows warm with holy fire, And kindles with a pure desire: Come, my dear Jesus, from above, And feeil my soul with heav'nly love. 11 — 3 [The trees of life immortal stand In Deauteous rows at thy right hand; b A nd in sweet murmurs, by their side> Rivers of bliss perpetual glide. o 4 Haste then — but with a smiling face — And spread the table of thy graee: Bring down a taste of truth divine, And cheer my heart with sacred Mine.} b 5 Bless'd Jesus, what delicious fare! How sweet thy entertainments arel —Never did angels taste, above, Redeeming grace and dying love. o 6 Hail, great Emmanuel, all divine! In thee thy Father's glories shine: — Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest One, That eyes have seen, or angels known. Sicilian. Gloucester. HYMN 16. L. M. Part the Second. o 1 | ORD, what a heav'n of saving grace, JLi Shines through the beauties of thy face,— And lights our passions to a flame! Lord, how we love thy charming name. e 2 When lean say, my God is mine, When I can feel thy glories shine, — o I tread the world beneath ray feet, And all the earth calls good or great« b 3 While such a scene of sacred joys, Our raptur'd eyes and souls employs; — Here we could sit and gaze away, A long, an everlasting day. o 4 Well, we shall quickly pass the night, To the fair coast of perfect light; — Then shall our joyful senses rove O'er the dear Object of our love. Oporto. Nantivich. HYMN 17. C. M. God's Eternity. o 1 ~T\ ISE,rise, my soul,and leave the ground, XB Stretch all thy thoughts abroad, — And rouse up ev'ry tuneful sound, To praise th' eternal God. g 2 Long ere the lofty skies were spread, Jehovah fill'd his throne; Or Adam form'd, or angels made, Jehovah liv'd alone. — 3 His boundless years can ne'er decrease. But still maintain their prime; e Eternity's his dwelling place, And ever is his time, o 4 While like a tide our minutes flow, The present and the past — a He fills his own immortal NOW, And sees our ages waste. — 5 The sea and sky must perish too, And vast destruction come; p The creatures — look! how old they grow,— And wait their fiery doom! o 6 Well, let the sea shrink all away, And flame melt down the skies; — g My God shall live an endless day, When old creation dies. JMitcham. Antndel. HYMN 19. C. M. Our Frail Bodies, and God our Preserver.' 1 V7"ET others boast how strong they be, I Nor death, nor danger fear; e But we'll confess, O Lord, to thee, Whut feeble things we are, o 2 Fresh as the grass our bodies stand, And flourish bright and gay; e A blasting wind sweeps o'er the land, And fades the grass away. • 3 Our life contains a thousand springs, And dies, if one be gone; Strange! tbat a harp of thousand strings Should keep in tuhe so long. — i But 'tis our God supports our frame, The God that built us first; Salvation to th' Almighty name, That rear'd us from the dust. Plymouth. Reading HYMN 20> 23, 24, 25, 27. Book II. HYMN 24. L. M. HYMN 20. C. M. Backslidings and Returns: or, the Inconstancy of our Love. o 1 VS7H Y is my heart so far from thee, V? My God, my chief delight? Why are my thoughts no more, by day, \Vith thee, no more by night? —3 When my forgetful soul renews The savour of thy grace, My heart presumes I cannot lose The relish, all my days, e 4 But ere one fleeting hour is past, The flatt'ring world employs Some sensual bait to seize my tastjg, And to pollute my joys. —5 Trifles of nature, or of art, With fair deceitful charms, Intrude into my thoughtless heart, And thrust me from thy arms, e 6 Then I repent and vex my soul, That I should leave thee so; Where will these wild affections roll, That let a Saviour go? p 9 Wretch that I am, to wander thus, In chase of false delight! — Let me be fasten'd to thy cr03S, Rather than losethy sight. — — Wantage. Bangor. HYMN 23. L. M. The Sight of God and Christ in Heaven. 1 I^vESCEND from heav'n, immortal Dove, || f Stoop down, and take us on thy wings, - o And mount, and bear us far above The reach of these inferior things; a 2 Beyond, beyond this lower sky, Up where eternal ages roll, — Where solid pleasures never die, And fruits immortal feast the soul, c 3 O for a sight, a pleasant sight — Of our Almighty Father's throne! There sits our Saviour, crown'd with light, Cloth'd in a body like our own. g 4 Adoring saints around him stand, And thrones and pow'rs before him fall; The God shines gracious thro' the man, And sheds sweet glories on them all. o 5 O, what amazing joys they feel, While to their golden harps they sing! And sit on ev'ry heav'nly hill, And spread the triumphs of their King! - 6 AVh*n shall the day, dear Lord, appear, That I shall mount to dwell above; And stand and bow amongst 'em there, And view thy face, and sing thy love? JK'untivich. Green's. The Evil of Sin visible in the Fall ofJlngels and Men. I 1TTHEN the great Builder arch'd the skies, \ y And form'd all nature with a word, The joyful cherubs tun'd his praise. And ev'ry bending throne ador'd. 2 High in the midst of all the throng, Satan, a tall archangel, sat; Among the morning stars he sung, 'Till sin destroy'd his heav'nly state. 3 'Twas sin that hurl'd him from his throne^ Grov'ling in fire the rebel lies: d Hotu art thou sunk in darkness down. Son of the morning., from the skies! e 4 And thus our tvyo first parents stood, 'Till sin defil'd the happy place; They lost their garden and their God, And ruin'd all their unborn race, p 6 Tremble, my soul, and mourn for griefy That such a foe should seize thy breast! — Fly to tlry Lord for quick relief; Oh! may he slay this treacherous guest, o 7 Then, to thy throne, victorious King, Then, to thy throne our shouts shall rise; o Thine everlasting arm we sing, For sin, the monster, bleeds and dies. Psalm 97th. Blendon. HYMN 25. CM. Complaining of Spiritual Sloth. 1 "|V/t Y drowsy powers, why sleep ye stf- I 7 | Awake, my sluggish soul] Nothing has half thy work to do, Yet nothing's half so dull. 2 The little ants, for one poor grain,. Labour, and tug, and strive: e Yet we, who have a heav'n t' obtain. How negligent we live! — 3 We, for whose sake all nature stands, And stars their courses move, — We, for whose guard the angel bands Come flying from above;— 4 We, for whom God the Son came dowa, And labour'd for our good: — e How careless to secure that crown He purchas'd with his blood! e 5 Lord, shall we lie so sluggish still, And never act our parts! — Come, Holy Dove, from th' heav'nly hi!!, And sit and wai-m our hearts. 6 Then shall our active spirits move, Upward our souls shall rise: With hands of faith, and wings of love, We'll fly and take the prize. Reading. Plymouth. HYMN 27. L. M. Praise ye Him all his Jingels. Ps. cxlviii, 2. a li~"1 OD, the eternal, awful name, \ ~% That the whole heav'nly army fears'! 1 That shakes the wide creation's frame, And Satan trembles when he hears! — 2 Like flames of fire his servants are, And light surrounds his dwelling place; o But, O ye fiery flames, declare The brighter glories of his face, e 3 'Tis not for such poor worms as we, To speak so infinite a thing; -'But your immortal eyes survey The beauties of your sov'reign King. Book IF. HYMN 28, 29, 30, 32, 33, 34. 83 o 4 Tell how he shews his smiling face, And clothes all heav'n in bright array; Triumph and joy run thro' the place, And songs eternal as the day. o 5 Speak — for you feel his burning love, What zeal it spreads through all your frame; e That sacred fire dwells all above, For we on earth have lost the name. u 9 Proclaim his wonders from the skies; Let ey'ry distant nation hear: —And while you sound his lofty praise e Let humble mortals bow, and fear! Blendnn. HYMN 28. C. M. J)epth and Eternity, e 1 CjTOOP down.my tho'ts,that us'd to rise, ^ Converse a while with death: e Think how a gasping mortal lies,— And pants away his breath. p 2 His quiv'ring lip hangs feeble down. His pulse is faint and few; Then, speechless, with a doleful groan, He bids the world adieu! a 3 But, Oh, the soul that never dies! At once it leaves the clay! : — Ye thoughts, pursue it where it flies, And track its wondrous way. u 4 Up to the courts where angels dweJJ, It mounts triumphant there: — a Or devils plunge it down to he(l, In infinite despair. p 5 And must my body faint and die.? Ami must this soul remove? Oh, for some guardian angel nigh, To bear it safe above. — 6 Jesus, to thy dear faithful hand, My naked soul I trust; e And my flesh waits for thy command, To drop into my dust. Windsor. HYMN 29. C. M. Redemption by Price and Power. 1 "1 ESL'S, with all thy saints above, ») My tongue would bear her part; o Would sound aloud thy saving love, And sing thy bleeding heart. — 2 Bless'd be the Lamb, my dearest Lord, Who bought me with his blood; e And quench'd his Father's flaming sword, In his own vital flood, o 3 The Lamb, that freed my captiTe soul From Satan's heavy chains; o And sent the lion down to howl, Where hell and horrour reigns. s 4 All glory to the dying Lamb, And never ceasing praise; While angels live to know his name, Or saints to feel his grace. Devise*. HYMN 30. S. M. Heavenly Joy on Earth. 1 />OME, we who love the Lord, J J And let our joys be known; Join in a song, with sweet accord, And thus surround the throne. e 3 Let those refuse to sing, Who never knew our God; o But fav'rites of the heav'nly King Should speak their joys abroad. — 8 The men of grace have found Glory begun below; o Celestial fruits on earthly ground, From faith and hope may grow. b 9 The hill of Zion yields A thousand sstcred sweets; Before we reach the heav'nly fields, Or walk the golden streets, o 10 Then let our songs abound, And ev'ry tear be dry; [[ground, o We're marching through Emmanael'a To fairer worlds on high. JVetuton. Kibiuorth. HYMN 32. C. M. Frailty and Folly. e 1 irj O VV short and hasty is our life* §j| How vast our soul's affairs! e Yet senseless mortajs vainly strive— r To lavish out their years. — 2 Our days run thoughtlessly along, Without a moment's stay; Just like a story, or a song, We pass our lives away. 3 God, from on high, invites us home; But we march heedless on; And, ever hast'ning to the tomb, Sloop downwards as we run. a 4 How we deserve the deepest hell, Who slight the joys abovei What chains of vengeance should we fepl, Who break such cords of love? — 5 Draw us, O God, with sov'reign grace, And lift our thoughts on high; o That we may end this mortal race, And see salvation nigh. China. HYMN 3S. C. M. The blessed Society in Heaven. o 1 TT> AISE thee, my soul, fly up, and rut} %% Thro' ev'ry heav'nly street; And say, there's nought below the suo, That's worthy of thy feet, g 3 There, on a high majestic throne, Th' Almighty Father reigns! And sheds his glorious goodness down,. On all the blissful plains. 4 Bright, like the sun, the Saviour siti! And spreads eternal noon; No ev'nings there, noi* gloomy nights. To want the feeble moon. 5 Amidst those ever-shining skies, Behold the Sacred Dove! While, banish'd, sin and sorrow flies From all the realms of love, o 6 The glorious tenants of the place, Stand bending round the throne; o And saints and seraphs sing and praise The infinite Three-One. e 8 Jesus, and when shall that dear day, That joyful hour appear, When I shall leave this bouse of clay, To dwell amongst them there. Arundel. St. Asaph's. HYMN 34. C. M. Breathing after the Holy Spirit. I 4"^0ME, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove, \ J With all thy quick'ning pow'rs.-r- Kindle a flame of sacred love, In these cold hearts of ours, e 2 Look, how we grovel here be!ow 3 Fond of these trifling toys! a Our souls can neither fly nor go, To reach eternal joys. 84 HYMN 55, 36, 38, 39, 40, 41, 43. Book II." e 3 In vain ve tunc our formal songs, In vain we strive to rise; a Hosannas languish on our tongues, And our devotion dies. p 4 Dear Lord! and shall we ever lie At this poor dying rate? Our love so faint, so cold to thee, And thine to us so great? — 5 Come, Holy Spirit, heav'nly Dove, With all thy quick'ning pow'rs, — o Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, VZion. And that s hall kindle ours. Isle of Wight . HYMN 35. C. M. Praise for Creation and Redemption. e 1 T ET them neglect thy glory, Lord, f^j Who never knew thy grace; o But our loud song shall still record The wonders of thy praise. o 2 We raise our shouts, O God, to thee, And send them to thy throne; v. All glory to the united Three, The undivided One. — 3 'Twas he (and we'll adore his name) Who form'd us by a word; 'Tis he restores our ruin'd frame: o Salvation to the Lord! s 4 Hosanna! let the earth and skies Repeat the joyful sound; Rocks, hills, and vales reflect the voice, In one eternal round. JMear. HYMN 36. S. M. Christ's Intercession. o 1 "^ ST ELL, the Redeemer's gone, ff T' appear before our God; To sprinkle o'er the flaming throne, With his atoning blood. 2 No fiery vengeance now, No burning wrath comes down; If justice calls for sinner's blood, The Saviour slicws his own. — 3 Before his Father's eye Our humble suit he moves; The Father lays his thunder by, And looks, and smiles, and love's. o 4 Now may our joyful tongues Our Maker's honours sing; Jesus, the Priest, receives our songs, And bears them to the King. O 6 On earth thy mercy reigns, And triumphs all above: e But, Lord, how weak our mortal strains To speak immortal love! — — JVetuton. HYMN 38. C. M. Love to Gon. 1 TTAPPY the heart where graces reign, W% Where love inspires the breast: Love is the brightest of the train, And strengthens all the rest. c 2 Knowledge, alas! 'tis all in vain, And all in vain our fear; Our stubborn sins will fight and reign, If love be absent there. o 3 'Tis love that makes our cheerful feet In swift obedience move; e The devils know, and trembh* too, But Satan cannot love. o 4 This is the grace that lives and sings, When faith and hope shall cease; 'Tis this shall strike our joyful strings In the sweet realms of bliss. 5 Before we quite forsake our clay, Or leave this dark abode, The wings of love bear us away To see our smiling God. York. HYMN 39. C. M. The Shortness and Misery of Life. e 2 'rl^iS but at best a narrow bound, JL That heav'n allows to men; And pains and sins run thro' the round Of three score years and ten. o 3 Well, if ye must be sad and few, Run on my days in haste; Moments of sin, and months of woe, Ye cannot fly too fast. — 4 Let heav'nly love prepare my soul, And call her to the skies, o Where years of long salvation roll, And glory never dies. Canterbury. HYMN 40. C. M. Comfort in the Covenant with Christ. 1 a fcUR God, how firm his promise stands, \ f E'en when he hides his face; He trusts in our Redeemer's hands, His glory and his grace. e 2 Then why, my soul, these sad comptaints, Since Christ and we are one? — Thy God is faithful to his saints- Is faithful to his Son. 3 "Beneath his smiles my heart has liv'd, And part of heav'n possess'd; o I praise his name for grace receiv'd, And trust him for the rest. Abridge. HYMN 41. L. M. A Sight of God mortifies us to the World. 3a \ MIGHT I once mount up and see f " The glories of th' eternal skies, What little things these worlds would be? How despicable to my eyes? 4 Had I a glance of thee, my God, Kingdoms and men would vanish soon; Vanish, as though I saw them not, As a dim candle dies at noon, d 5 Then they might fight, and rage, and rave^ 1 should perceive the noise no more, Than we can hear a shaking leaf, While rattling thunders round us roar. 6 Great All in All, eternal King, Let me but view thy lovely face; And all my pow'rs shall bow and sing, Thine endless grandeur and thy grace. C astle Street. HYMN 43. L. M. Christ's Sufferings and Glory. o 1 "\|OW for a tune of lofty praise, j^l To great Jehovah's equal Son! o Awake, my voice, in heav'nly lays, Tell the loud wonders he hath done. 2 Sing, how he left the worlds of light, And the bright robes he wore above; u How swift and joyful was the flight, On wings of everlasting love, e 3 [Down to this base, this sinful earth, ] He came to raise our nature high; p He came t' atone almighty wrath: — Jesus the God was born to die.] a 5 Deep in the shades of gloomy death, Th' almighty captive pris'ner lay; O Th' almighty captive left the earth, Aud rose to everlasting day. Book II. HYMN 45, 46, 47, 48, 51, 53. ?5 o 6 Lift up your eyes, ye sons of light, Up to his throne of shining grace; See what immortal glories sit Round the sweet heauties of his face. g 7 Amongst a thousand harps and songs, Jesus the God exalted reigns; His sacred name fills all their tongues, And echoes thro' the heav'nly plains! Sheffield. Leeds. HYMN 45. L. M. God's Condescension to our Worship. 1 flTI HY favours Lord, surprise our souls: e |. Will the Eternal dwell with us? What canst thou find beneath the poles, To tempt thy chariot downward thus? -r-2 Still might he fill his starry throne, And please his ears with Gabriel's songs; But heav'nly Majesty comes down, And bows to hearken to our tongues. e 3 Great God! what poor returns we pay, For love so infinite as thine: Words are but air, and tongues but clay, o But thy compassion's alt divine. A untwich HYMN 46. L. M. God's Condescension to Human Jlffairs. 1 "ft ~ P to the Lord, who reigns on high, SlJ And views the nations from afar, o Let everlasting praises fly, And tell how large his bounties are. e 3 God, who must stoop to view the skies, And bow to see what angels do — Down to the earth he casts his eyes, And bends his footsteps downward too. — 4 He overrules all mortal things, And manages our mean affairs: On humble souls the King of kings Bestows his counsels and his cares. e 5 Our sorrows and our tears we pour Into the bosom of our God; He hears us in the mournful hour, And helps to bear the heavy load. — 6 In vain might lofty princes try Such condescension to perform; For worms were never rais'd so high, Above their meanest fellow-worm. o 7 Oh! could our thankful hearts devise A tribute equal to thy grace — o To the third heav'n our songs should rise, And teach the golden harps thy praise. Weldon. Portugal. HYMN 47. L. M. Glory and Grace in the Person of Christ. o 1 TVJOW to the Lord a noble song!, J^( Awake, my soul; awake, my tongue; Hosanna to th' eternal name, u And all bis boundless love proclaim, b 2 See where it shines in Jesus' face, The brightest image of bis grace; — God, in the person of his Son, Has all his mightiest works outdone, e 3 The spacious earth, and spreading flood, Proclaim the wise, the pow'rful God; And thy rich glories from afar Sparkle in ev'ry rolling star: — o 4 But in his looks a glory stands, The noblest labour of thine hands: The pleasing lustre of his eyes Outshines the wonders of the skies. a 5 Grace! — 'tis a sweet, a charming theme; — My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name! o Ye angels dwell upon the sound; » Ye heav'ns reflect it to the ground! -6 Oh, may I live to reach the place Where he un veils his lovely face! Where all his beauties you" behold; And sing his name to harps of gold. Green's. Nanftvicb. HYMN 48. C. M. Love to the Creatures dangerous. 1 II 0W vain ine a " tllm S s here below, O H «w false, and yet how fair! Each pleasure hath its poison too, And ev'ry sweet a snare. 2 The brightest things below the sky Give but a flntt'ring light; We should suspect some danger nigh, Where we possess delight. 3 Our dearest joys and nearest friends, The partners oi'our blood — How they divide our wav'ring minds, And leave but half for God! 4 The fondness of a creature's love, How strong it strikes the sense? Thither the warm affections move, Nor can we call them thence. 5 Dear Saviour, let thy beauties be My soul's eternal food; And grace command my heart away From all created good. Readin g. JVahal. HYMN St. L. M. God the Son equal ivith the Father. 1 T* MIGHT King of glory, dreadful God!- _EJ> Our spirits bow before thy seat; To thee we lift an humble thought, And worship at thine awful feet. -4 A thousand seraphs, strong and bright, Stand round the glorious Deity; But who, amongst the sons of light, Pretends comparison with thee! 1 5 Yet there is one of human frame, Jesus, array'd in flesh and blood, Thinks it no robbery to claim A full equality with God. -6 Their glory shines with equal beams; Their essence is forever one; Tho' they are known by djff'rent names, The Father God, and God the Son. ' o 7 Then let the name of Christ our King, With equal honours be ador'd; His praise let ev'ry angei sing, And all t he nations own him Lord. B'enrfov. HYMN 53. C. M. The Pilgrimage of the Saints. 1 X OliD, what a wretched land is this, §_J That yields us no supplv; No cheering fruits, no wholesome trees, Nor streams of living joy! 2 But pricking thorns thro' all the ground, And mort'-d poisons grovv; And all the rivers that are found, With dang'rous waters flow. 3 Yet the dear path to thine abode Lies through this horrid land: Lord! we would keep the heav'nly road, And run at thy command. 5 [A thousand savage beasts of prey Around the forest roam; But Judah's Lion guards the way, And guides the strangers home.] 6 Long nights and darkness dwell below. With scarce a twinkling rav; But the bright world to which we go, Is everlasting day. HYMN 54, 55, 58, 59, 60, 61. 86 — 7 By glimm'ring hopes and gloomy fears, We traee ihe sacred road; Through dismal deeps and dangerous snares, We make our way to God. e 8 Ouf journey is a thorny maze, — But we inarch upwards still; o Forget these troubles of the ways, And reach at Zion's hill. Zion. HYMN 54. C. M. God's Presence is Light in Darkness. 1 \/t Y God, the spring of all my joys, [vi The life of my delights: The glory of my brightest days, And comfort of my nights. 2 In darkest si lades, if he appear, My dawning is begun; o He is my soul's sweet morning star, And he my rising sun. b 3 The op'ning heav'ns around me shine* With beams of sacred bliss; While Jesus shews his heart is mine, And whispers I am his. o 4 My soul would leave this heavy clay, At that transporting word; u Run up with joy the shining way, T' embrace my dearest Lord. o 5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death, I'd break through ev'ry foe; The wings of love, and arms of faith, Shall bear me conqu'ror through. Jtrundel. St. Martin's. ** HYMN 55. C. M. Frail Life and succeeding Eternity. e 1 ri^HF.Ii we adore, eternal Name; | And humbly own to thee, How feeble is our mortal frame, What dying worms are we! — 3 [The year rolls round, and steals away The breath that first it gave; Whate'er we do, where'er we be, We're travelling to the grave. 4 Dangers stand thick through all the ground, To push us to the tomb; And fierce diseases wait around, To hurry mortals home. p 5 Good God! on what a slender thread Hang everlasting things! Th' eternal state of all the dead, Upon life's feeble strings. e 6 Infinite joy, or endless woe, Attends on ev'ry breath; And yet how unconcern'd we go, Upon the brink of death! — 7 AViiken, O Lord, our drowsy sense, To walk this dang'rous road; And if our souls are hurried hence, May thev be found with Ood. Bangor. HYMN 58. C. M. Shortness of Life, and Goodness of Gob. f 1 flj^IME! what an empty vapour 'tis! B^ And days how swift they are! Swift as an Indian arrow flies, Or like a shooting star. £ The present moments just appear, Then slide away in haste; That we can never say, they're here, But only say, they're past. —A Yet, mighty God! our fleeting days Thy lasting favours share; Yet with the bounties of thy grace, Thau load'st the rolling year. Book I [. 5 'Tis sov'reign mercy finds us food, And we are cloth'd with love; While grace stands pointing out the road, That leads our souls above, o 6 His goodness runs an exidless round; All glory to the Lord! His mercy never knows a bound; And be his name ador'd! Reading. HYMN 59. C. M. Paradise on Earth. 1 pi LORY to God who walks the sky, \J[ And sends his blessings through; Who tells his saints of joys on high, And gives a taste below. S When Christ with all his graces crown'd. Sheds his kind beams abroad; 'Tis a young heav'n on earthly ground, And glory in the bud. 4 A blooming Paradise of joy, In this wild desert springs; And ev'ry sense I straight employ On sweet celestial things, e f But ah! how soon my joys decays How soon my sins arise, And snatch the heav'nly scene away From these lamenting eyes. e 8 When si mil the time, dear Jesu3, when The shining day appear, That I shall leave' these clouds of sin, And guilt and darkness here? o 9 Up to the fields above the sjiies, My hasty feet would go; There everlasting flow'rs arise, There joys unwith'ring grow. St. Paul's. Hymn 2d. HYMN 60. L. M. The Truth of God the Promiser. 1 T|R AISE, everlasting praise, be paid M~^ To Him who earth's foundations lait: Praise to the God, whose strong decrees Sway the creation as he please. 2 Praise to the goodness of the Lordj Who rules his people by his word; And there as strong as his decrees, He sets his kindest promises. 3 [Firm are the words his prophets give, Sweet words on which his children live; Each of them is the voice of God, Who spoke and spread the skies abroad. e 5 Whence then should doubts and fears arise!?' Why trickling sorrows drown our eyes! 1 e Slowly, alas! our mind receives The comforts that our Maker gives. — 6 Oh, for a strong, a lasting faith, To credit what the Almighty saith; T' embrace the message of his Son, And call the joys of heav'n our own. g 7 Then should the earth's old pillars uiiaht And all the wheels of nature break; Our steady souls shall fear no more, Than solid rocks when billows roar. Green's- HYMN 6t. C. M. A Thought of Death arid Glory. e 1 1^ MY soul, come meditate the flay, \yt And think how near it stands — When thou must quit this house of clay, And fly to unknown lauibj. Book II. HYMN 63, 64, p 2 £And you, mine eyes, look down and view '1 he hollow gaping tomb: This gloomy prison waits for you, Whene'er the summons come.] e 3 Oh! could we die with those who die. And place us in their stead; -—Then would our spirits learn to fly, And converse with the dead: 4 Then should we see the saints above, In their own glorious forms; And wonder why our souls should love To dwell with mortal worms, o 6 We should almost forsake our clay, Bo/ore the summons come; And pray and v ish our souls awav, To their eternal home. Isle of Wight. HYMN 63. C. M. A Funeral Thought. e 1 FT| ARM! from the tombs a doleful sound! 1 1 Mine ears, attend the cry — d "Ye living men, come view the ground, "Where you must shortly lie. 2 "Princes, this clay must be your bed, "In spite of all your tow'rs; "The tall, the wise, the rev'rend head, "Must lie as low as ours." p 3 Great God! is this our certain doom? And are we still secure! Still walking downwards to our tomb, And yet prepare no more! —4 Grant us the pow'rs of quick'ning grace, To fit our souls to fly; o Then, when we drop this dying flesh, We'll rise above the sky. Bishopsgate. HYMN 64. L. M. God the Glory and Djefence of Zion. \-\ APPY the church, thou sacred place, • ■■■■■• The seat of thy Creator's grace; Thy holy courts are his abode, Thou earthly palace of our God. 2 Thy walls are strength, and at thy gates, A guard of heav'nly warriours wails; g Nor shall thy deep foundations move, Fix'd on his counsels and his love. o 3 Thy foes in vain designs engage, Against his throne in vain they rage,: Like rising waves with angry roar, That dash and die upon the shore. o 4 Then let our souls in Zion dwell, Nor fear the wrath of Rome and hell: His arms embrace this happy ground, Like brazen bulwarks built around. a 5 God is our shield, and God our s.un; Swift as the fleering moments run, Onus he sheds new beams of grace; And we reflect his brightest praise. Green's. Jill Saints. HYMN 65. C. M. Hope of Heaven our Support on Earth. 1 V¥^HEN I can read rov title clear ▼ ▼ To mansions in the skies, 'j. I bid farewell to ev'ry fear, And wipe my weeping eyes. 2 Should earth against my soul engage, And hellish darts be hurl'd; Then I can smile at Satan'* rage, Awl face a frowning world. 05, 66, 67, 68. 87 3 Let cares, like a wild deluge cotm?, And storms of sorrow fall; May I but safely reach my home, My God, my heav'n, my all: — 4 There shall I bathe my weary soul In seas of heav'nly rest; And not a wave of trouble roll, Across my peaceful breast. Canterbury HYMN 66. C. M.~ A Prospect of Heaven makes Death easy. 1 f BnHERE is a land of pure delight, 8 Where saints immortal reign; Infinite day excludes the night, And pleasures banish pain. 2 There everlasting spring abides. And never-with'ring flow'rs: Death like a narrow sea, divides This heav'nly land from ours. 3 [Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flo£.d, Stand dress'd in living green; -So to the Jews old Canaan stood, While Jordan roll'd between. 4 But tim'rous mortals start and shrink,. To cross this narrow sea; And linger, shiv'ring on the brink, And fear to launch away."] •5 Oh! could we make our doubts remove; Those gloomy doubts that rise, And see the Canaan that we love, With unbeclouded eyes! — 6 Could we but climb where Moses stood. And view the landscape o'er — Not Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore. Snwduv.. HYMN 67. C. M. Gon's eternal Dominion. 1 f^ REAT God! how infinite art thoti! \J( What worthless worms are ntl g Let the whole race of eveatures bow, And pay their praise to thee. 2 Thy throne eternal ages stoody. Ere seas or stars were marU.-: Thou ait the ever living God, Were all the nations dead. -3 Nature and time quite naked lie, To thine immense survey, From the formation of the sky, To the great burning day. 4 Eternity, with all its years, Stands present in thy view; To thee there's nothing old appears— Great God! there's nothing new. 5 Our lives thro' various scenes are drawu 9 , And vex'd with trifling cares; While thine eternal thoughts move o« Thine uudisturb'd affairs. 6 Great God! how infinite art thou! What worthless worms are we! Let the whole race of creatures bow, And pay their praise to thee. Arundel. HYMN 68. C. If. The Humble Worship of Got). 1 TJ1ATHER, I long, I faint to see JP The place of thine abode; I'd leave the earthly courts, and flee Up to thy seat my God! -2 Here I behold thy distant face, And 'tis a pleasant sight; But, to abide in Uiine embrace. Is iafim'te delight.. HYMN 71, 72, 73, 74, 76, 77. Book II. — 3 I'd part sulfa nil I lie joys of sense, To gaze upon thy throne; Pleas.ii re springs fresh tor ever thence, Unspeakable, unknown. 4 There all the heav'nly hosts are seen; In shining ranks they move; And drink immortal vigour in, With wonder and with love, p 5 Then at thy feet, with awful fear, Th' adoring anr-iies fall: With joy they shrink to nothing there, He (pre th' eternal all. *— 7 The more thy glories strike mine eyes, The humbler 1 s.hall lie; Thus, while 1 sink, my joy shall rise U n measurably high. Jiarby. St. Ann's. HYMN 71. C. M. Praise to Hou/rem all Creatures. 1 Tj^HE glories of ray Maker, God, JL My joyful voice shall sing; And call the nations to adore Their Former and their King. 2 'Twas his right hand that shiip'd our clay, And wrought this human frame; But from his own immediate breath, Our nobler spirits ei»me. 3 We brirg our mortal powYs to God, And worship with our tongues; We claim some kindred with the skies, Andjoiu the angctick songs. 4 Let groveling be^ts of ev'ry shape, And fowls of ev'ry wing, And rocks, and trees, and fires, and seas, Their various tribute bring. 5 Ye planets, to his honour shine, And wheels of nature roll; Praise him in your unwearied course, Around the steady pole. 6 The brightness of ortr Maker's name The wide Creation fills; And his unbounded grandeur flies, Beyond the heav'nly hills. Devizes* HYMN 72. G. M. Lord's Dai;: or, Resurrection oyCmtisT. o 1 |ft LESS'I) morning, whose young dawn- §~jj) Beheld our rising God; [ing rays That saw him triumph o'er the dus£ And leave his last abode. p 2 In the cold prison of a tomb, The great Redeemer lay — — 'Till the revolving skioe had brougjtt The third, th' appointed day. d 3 Hell and the grave unite their force, To hold our God in vain; o The sleeping conqueror arose, o And burst their feeble chain, e 4 To thy great name, almighty Lord, These sacred hours we pay, o And loud Mosannas shall proclaim The triumph of the day. s 5 Salvation and immortal praise To our victorious King; Let heav'n and earth, and rocks and seas, With glad Hosannas ring. Sunday. HYMN 73. G. M. Doubts scattered: Joys restored. 1 fl ENCE from my soul, sad tho'ts,begone, % | \nd leave me to my joys; o My tongue shall triumph in my God, And make a joyful noise. p 2 Darkness and doubts had veil'd my mind, i And drown'd my head in tears; — 'Till sov'reign grace, with shining rajs, Dispell'd my gloomy fears, o 3 Oh, what immortal joys I felt, And raptures all divine, When Jesus told me I was his, And my beloved mine! — 4 In vain the tempter frights my soul, And breaks my peace in vain; One glimpse, dear Saviour, of thy face Revive* my joys again. JMear. HYMN 74. S. M. Ingratitude to Divine Goodness. s IBS this the kind return! |_ Are these the thanks we owe! Thus to abuse eternal love, Whence all our blessings flow! e 2 To what a stubborn frame Has sin redue'd our mind! What strange rebellious wretches we, And God as strangely kind! — 3 [On us he bids the sun Shed his reviving rays; For us the skies their circles run, To lengthen out our days. 4 The brutes obey their God, And bow their necks to men; But we more base, more brutish things, Reject his easy reign, d 5 Turn, turn us, mighty God, And mould our souls afresh; Break, sov'reign grace, these hearts of stone, And give us hearts of flesh, p 6 Let past ingratitude Provoke our weeping eyes; — And hourly, as new mercies fall, o Let hourly thanks arise. Guildford. HYMN 76. C. M. Jlesurrection and Ascension ©/"Christ. 1 IJ OS ANNA to the Prince of light, JL JL Who cloth'd himself in clay! Enter' d the iron gates of death, And tore the bars away. 2 Death is no more the king of dread, Since our Emmanuel rose; lie took the tyrant's sting away, And spoil'd our hellish foes. 3 See how the Couiju'ror mounts aloft, And to his Father flies, With scars of honour in his flesh, And triumph in his eyes. 4 There our exalted Saviour reigns, And scatters blessings down; Our Jesus fills the middle seat Of the celestial throne. 5 [ Raise your devotion, mortal tongues, To reach his blest abode; Sweet be the accents of your songs To our incarnate God. 6 Bright angels, strike your loudest strings, Your sweetest voices raise; Let heav'n and all created things, Sound our Emmanuel's praise.] JUiteluun. S unday. HYMNT 77. L. M. The Christian Warfare. o 1 O TAND up, my soul,shake off thy fears, ^j And gird the gospel aimour on; March to the gates of endless joy, Where thy great Captain Saviour's gon£". Book II. HYMN 79, 82, 84, 85, 87. 89 —2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course, o But hell and sin are vanquish'd foes; o Thy Jesus naH'd them to the cross, And sung the triumph — when he rose. c 3 [What tho' the prince of darkness rage, And waste the fury of his spite? d Eternal chains confine him down To fiery deeps and endless night, e 4 What tho' thine inward lusts rebel? 'Tis but a struggling gasp for life; — The weapons of victorious grace Shall slay thy sios, and end the strife.] o 5 Then let my soul march boldly on, Press forward to the heav'nly gate; o There peace and joy eternal reign, And glitt'ring robes for conqu'rors wait, s 6 There shall I wear a starry crown, And triumph in almighty grace; While all the armies of the skies Join in my glorious Leader's praise. Le eds. Blendon. HYMN 79. C. M. Praise to the Redeemer. p 1 TJLUNG'D in a gulf of dark despair, %_ We wretched sinners lay — Without one cheerful beam of hope, Or spark of glimm'ring day! a 2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace Beheld our helpless grief; o He saw — and (O amazing love!) He raB to our relief. 3 Down from the shining seats above, With joyful haste he fled; e Enter'd the grave in mortal flesh, And dwelt among the dead, o 4 He spoil'd the pow'rs of darkness thus, And brake our iron chains; Jesus has freed our captive souls, From everlasting pains. s 6 Oh, for this love let rocks and hills Their lasting silence break, And all harmonious human tongues The Saviour's praises speak. e 7 ("Yes, we will praise thee, dearest Lord, — Our souls are all on flame; o Hosanna round the spacious earth To thine adored name. u 8 Angels, assist our mighty joys, Strike all your harps of gold; — But when you raise your highest notes, His love can ne'er be told. S unday. Christm as. HYMN 82. C. M. Triumph over Spiritual Enemies. 1 A RISE, my soul, my joyful pow'rs, _/\_ And triumph in my God; Awake, my voice, and loud proclaim His glorious grace abroad. 2 He rais'd me from the deeps of sin, The gates of gaping hell; And fix'd my standing more secure, Than 'twas before I fell. 3 The arms of everlasting love, Beneath my soul he plac'd; And on the rock of ages set My slipp'ry footsteps fast. 4 The city of my blest abode , Is wash'd around with grace; Salvation for a bulwark stands, To shield the sacred place. 12 5 Satan may vent his sharpest spite And all his legions roar; Almighty mercy guards my life, And bounds his raging pow'r. o 6 Arise, my soul, awake, my voice, And tunes of pleasure sing; o Loud hallelujahs shall address My Saviour and my King. JVIear. HYMN 84. S. M. The Passion and Exaltation of Chbtst. 1 flOME, all harmonious tongues, J J Your noblest music bring; 'Tis Christ, the everlasting God, And Christ, the man, we sing. 2 Tell how he took our flesh, To take away our guilt! Sing the dear drops of sacred blood That hellish monsters spilt. a 5 Down to the shades of death, He bow'd his awful head; o Yet he arose to live, and reign, When death itself is dead. — 6 No more the bloody spear, The cross and nail9 no more; d For hell itself shakes at his name. And all the heav'ns adore. — 7 There the Redeemer sits, High on the Father's throne; e The Father lays his vengeance by, And smiles upon his Son. g 8 There his full glories shine» With uncreated rays, And bless his saints and angels eyes To everlasting days. Watchman. HYMN 85. C. M. Sufficiency of Pardon, e 1 \M7HY does your face, ye humble souls, " y Those mournful colours wear? What doubts are these that waste your faith, And nourish your despair? — 2 What tho' your num'rous sins exceed The stars that fill the skies — And aiming at th' eternal throne, Like pointed mountains rise? 3 What tho' your mighty guilt beyond The wide creation swell; And has its curst foundations laid, Low as the deeps of hell? — e 4 See here an endless ocean flows, Of never-failing grace; Behold a dying Saviour's veins The sacred flood increase. o 5 It rises high, and drowns the hills, Has neither shore nor bound; — Now if we search to find our sins, Our sins can ne'er be found. o 6 Awake, our hearts, adore the grace» That buries all our faults; And pard'ning blood, that swells above Our follies and our thoughts. Canterbury. St. Jtnn'g. HYMN 87. C. M. The Divine Glories above our Reason. OWwondrousgreat,how glorious bright, in Must our Creator be — Who dwells amidst the dazzling light. Of vast infinity. el go HYMN 88, 89, 90, 91, 93, 94. Book II. — 2 Our soaring spirits upward rise, Tow'rd the celestial throne: e Fain would we see the blessed Three, And the almighty One. — 8 Our reason stretches all its wings, And climbs above the skier, e But still how tar beneath thy feet, Our grov'ling reason lies! a 4 [Lord, here we bend our humble sdtils, And awfully adore: For the weak pinions of our mind. Can stretch a thought no more.] g 5 Thy glories infinitely rise Above our lab'ring tongue; In vain the highest seraph tries To form au equal song. e 6 [In humble notes our faith adores The great mysterious King; o While angels strain their nobler pow'rt, And sweep th' immortal string.] Arundel. Bedford. HYMN 88. C. M. Salvation. 1 £1\LVAT10N! Oh the joyful sound! J5 'Tis pleasure to our ears; Jk sovereign balm for ev'ry wound, A cordial for our fears. e 2 Bury'd in sorrow and in sin, At hell's dark door we lay; — o But we arise, by grace divine, To see a heav'nly da)', s 3 Salvation! let the echo fly The spacious earth around; g While all the armies of the sky Conspire to raise the sound. JJoxology. Deinzes. HYMN 89. C. M. Christ's Victory over Satan. 1 1LJ OSANNA to our conqu'ring King! MM. The prince of darkness flies, His. troops rush headlong down to hell, Like lightning from the skies, e 2 There, bound in chains, the lions roar, And fright the rescu'd sheep; — But heavy bars confine their pow'r And malice to the deep. a 3 Ilosanna to our conqu'ring King, All hail, Incarnate Love! Ten thousand songs and glories wait, To crow u thy head above. s- 4 Thy vict'ries and thy deathless fam*, Through the wide world shall run; And everlasting ages sing The triumphs thou hast won. JWear. HYMN 90. C. M. Pardon and Sanctijication in Christ. e 1 ~W OW sad our state by nature is! -1JL Our sin, how deep it stains! e And Satan binds our captive minds, Fast in his slavish chains. «j 2 But there's a voice of sov'reign grace,. Sounds from the sacred word;, fl""Ho! ye despairing sinners, come, "And trust upon the Lord." o 3 My soul obeys th' almighty caH, And runs to this relief; — I would believe thy promise, Lord;.. e Oh! help my unbelief. p 6 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, On thy kind arms I fall: — Be thou my strength and righteousness, My Jesus, and my All. Colchester. HYMN 91. C. M. The Glory of Christ in Heaven. 1 /~kH, the delights, the heav'nly joys, \J The glories of the place, Where Jesus sheds the brightest beam* Of his o'erflowing grace! 2 Sweet majesty and awful love, Sit smiling on his brow; And all the glorious ranks above, At humble distance bow. e 5 Those soft, those blessed feet of hi?, That once rude iron tore- — o High on a throne of light they stand 1 , And all the saints adore. e 6 His head, the dear majestic head, That cruel thorns did wound — o See — what immortal glories shine, And eircle it around! — 7 This is the Man, th' exalted Man, Whom we, unseen, adore; But when our eyes behold his face, Our hearts shall love him more. 9 And while our faith enjoys this sight, We long to leave our clay; And wish thy fiery chariots, Lord, To fetch our souls away.. Hymn 2d. St. Jinn's. HYMN 93. S. M. Goo all, and in all. Psalm lxxii, 25" i IkM Y God, my life, my love, 1 Yl To thee, to thee I call; I cannot live", if thou remove, For thou art all in all. 2 Thy shining grace can cheer This dungeon where I dwell; 'Tis Paradise when thou art here; If thou depart 'tis hell. 5 Not all the harps above Can make a heav'nly place; If God his residence remove, Or but conceal his face. 6 Nor earth, nor all the sky* Can one delight afford; No not a drop of real joy, Without thy presence, Lord. 7 Thou art the s£a of love, Where all my pleasures roll; The circle where my passions move, And centre of my soul. — — Bingham. Newton, HYMN 94. C. M. God my only Happiness. Psal. Ixxiii, 25. 1 \M Y God, my portion, and my love., |Y t My everlasting All, I've none out thee in heav'n above, Or on this earthly ball. 2 What empty things are all the skies, And this inferior clod! There's nothing here deserves my joys, There's nothing like my God. 5 To thee we owe our wealth and friends. And health and safe abode; Thanks to thy name for meaner things, But they are not my God. Book II. HYMN 95, 96, 97, 98, 102, 104. 9! 6 How vain a toy is glitt'ring wealth, If once compar'd to thee? Or what's my safety or my health, Or all my friends to me? 7 Were I possessor of the earth, And call'd the stars my own; Without thy graces and thyself^ I were a wretch undone. 8 Let others stretch their arms liko s£as, And grasp in all the shore; Grant me the visits of thy face, And I desire no more. St. Ann's, Abridge. HYMN 95. C. M. Looking on Him whom ive pierced.' p 1 | N FINITE grief! amazing woe! — |_ Behold my bleeding Lord! — — Hell and the Jews conspir'd his death, And us'd the Roman sword. P 2 Oh, the sharp pangs of smarting pain, My dear Redeemer bore — When knotty whips, and ragged thorns, His sacred body tore. — 3 But knotty whips, and ragged thorns, In vain do I accuse; In vain I blame the Roman hands, And the more spiteful Jews, e 4 'Twere you, my sins, my cruel sins; His chief tormenters were; Each of my crimes became a nail, And unbelief a spear. 5 'Twere you that pull'd the vengeance down, Upon his guiltless head: o Break, break, my heart,Oh hurst, mine eyes, e And let my sorrows bleed. o 6 Strike, mighty grace, my flinty soul, 'Till melting waters flow! And deep repentance drown mine eyes, In undissembled woe. Bishopsgate . HYMN 96. G. M. Angels punished, and Man saved. 1 TfcG WN headlong from their native skies, m J The rebel angels fell; o And thunder-bolts of flaming wrath Pursu'd them deep to hell. 2 Down from the top of earthly bliss, Rebellious man was hurl'd; e And Jesus stoop'd beneath the grave, To reach a sinking world, o 3 Oh, love of infinite degree! Unmeasurable grace! e Must heay'n's eternal Darling die, To save a trait'rous race? p 4 Must angels sink for ever down, And burn in quenchless fire — While God forsakes his shining throne, To raise us wretches higher. 5 5 Oh, for his love, let earth and skies With hallelujahs ring; And the full choir of human tongues All hallelujahs sing. Isle of Wight, HYMN 97. L. M. ' The same. e 1 TT'ROM heav'n the sinning angels fell, ft 1/ And wrath and darkness chain'd them e But man, vile man, forsook his bliss — [down; o And mercy lifts him to a crown, g 2 Amazing work of sov'reign grace, That could distinguish rebels so; e Our guilty treason call'd aloud Far everlasting fetters too. o 3 To thee, to thee, almighty Lore, Our souls, ourselves, our alj we pay; Millions of tongues shall sound thy praise. On the bright hills of heav'nly dav. Psalm <37th. HYMN 98. C. M. Hardness of Heart complained of: 1 ]l|Y heart how dreadful hard it W. Iv J. How heavy here it lies! Heavy and cold within my breast, Just like a rock of ice! 2 Sin, like a raging tyrant, sits Upon this flinty throne; And ev'ry grace lies bury'd deeg, Beneath this heart of stone. 3 How seldom do I rise to God, Or taste the joys above? This mountain presses down my faith, And chills my flaming love. 4 When smiling mercy courts my soul With all its heav'nly charms, This stubborn, this relentless thing, Would thrust it from my arms. 5 Against the thunders of thy word, Rebellious I have stood; My heart — it shakes not at the wrath, And terrours, of a God. 6 Dear Saviour, steep this rock of mine, In thine own crimson sea! None but a bath of blood divine, Can melt the flint away. " Windsor. Wantage. HYMN 102. L. M. A happy Resurrection. 1 "VJO, I'll repine at death no more, j^j But with a cheerful gasp resign, To the cold dungeon of the grave, These dying, with'ring limbs of mine. 2 Let worms devour my wasting flesh, And crumble all my bones to dust: — My God shall raise my frame anew, At the revival of the just. 3 Break, sacred morning, thro' the skies, Bring that delightful — dreadful day; Cut snort the hours', dear Lord, and come; Thy ling'ring wheels — how long they stay!, Armley. HYMN 104. S. M. Christ's Mediation. 1 "f-| A1SE your triumphant songs f% To an immortal tune; o Let the wide earth resound the deeds, Celestial grace has done, o 2 Sing how Eternal Love Its chief Beloved chose; And bid him raise our ruin'd race, From their abyss of woes.j 3 His iiand no thunder bears, No terrour clothes his brow; No bolts to drive our guilty souls To fiercer flames below. e 4 'Twas mercy fill'd the throne, And wrath stood silent by — When Christ was sent with pardons dawn, ' To rebels doom'd to die. o 5 Now, sinners, dry your tears, Let hopeless sorrou cease; d Bow to the sceptre of his love, And take the offer' d peace. 92 HYMN 105, 106, 107, 108, 110, 112. Book II. e 6 Lord, we obey thy call; #— We lay an humble claim To the salvation thou hast brought, And love and praise thy name. Peck ham HYMN 105. C. M. Repentance flowing from Divine Patience. el 4 NO are we wretches yet alive' J\_ And tlo we yet rebel! O 'Tis boundless, 'lis amazing love, Thai bears us up from hell! 2 The burden of our weighty guilt, Would sink U3 down to flames; And threatening vengeance rolls above, To crush our feeble frames. d 3 Almighty goodness cries — Forbear! And strait the thunder stays: e And dare we now provoke his wrath, And weary out his grace! 1 j> 4 Lord, we have long alms' d thy love. Too long indulg'd our sin; Our aching hearts e'en bleed to see What rebels we have been, o 5 No more, ye lusts, shall ye command, No more will we obey; Stretch out, O God, thy conqu'ring hand, And drive thy foes away. Reading. HYMN 106. C. M. Repentance at the Cross. p 1 rf~\H, if my soul was form'd for woe, " w How would I vent my sighs! Repentance should like rivers flow, From both my streaming eyes. 2 'Twas for my sins my dearest Lord Hung on the cursed tree — And groan'd away a dying life, For thee, my soul, for thee. — 3 Oh, how I hate these lusts of mine, That crucify'd my God; Those sins, that piere'd and nail'd his flesh, Fast to the fatal wood, d 4 Yes, my Redeemer, they shall die, My heart has so decreed; Nor will I spare the guilty things, That made my Saviour bleed. e 5 Whilst with a melting, broken heart, My murder'd Lord I view, • I'll raise revenge against my sins, And slay the murd'rers too hie of Wight. Bangor. HYMN 107. CM. Everlasting Absence of Gon intolerable. 1 ?»>H\T awful day will surely come, § 'I'll' appointed hour makes basic — When I must stand before my Judge, And pass the solemn test. e 2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys, Thou Sov'reign of my heart, How could I bear to hear thy voice Pronounce the sound, Oepart! e 3 The thunder of that dismal word Would so torment my ear, a 'T would tear my soul asunder, Lord, With most tormenting fear, p 4 What — to be banish'd for my life, And yet forbid to die! To linger in eternal pain, Yet death for ever fly! a 5 Oh, wretched state of deep despair, To see my God remove — And fix my doleful station where I must i.ot taste his love! o 7 Oh', tell me that my worthless name, Is graven on thy hands; Shew me some promise in thy book, Where my salvation stands. ■ Windsor. HYMN 108. C. M. Access to the Throne of Grace by a Mediator. 1 flOME, let us lift our joyful eyes, \J Up to the courts above; And smile te see our Father there, Upon a throne of love, e 2 Once 'twas a seat of dreadful wrath, And shot devouring flame; Our God appear'd consuming fire, And vengeance was bis name. — 3 Rich were the drops of Jesus' blood, That calm'd his frowning face, That sprinkled o'er his burning throne. And turn'd the wrath to grace, o 4 Now we may bow before his feet, And venture near the Lord; No fieiy cherub guards his seat, Nor double flaming sword. — 5 The peaceful gates of heav'nly bliss, Are open'd by the Son; o High let us raise our notes of praise, And reach th' almighty tbroue. s 6 To thee, ten thousand thanks wc bring. Great Advocate on high; And glory to th' eternal King, Who lays bis furv bv. St. Asaph's. HYMN 110. S. M. Death and the Resurrection. all ND must this body die? t\_ This mortal frame decay? a An