3 When I survey the stars,

And all their shining forms,——

Lord! what is man, that worthless thing,
Akin to dust and worms?

4 Lord! what is worthless man,

That thou shouldst love him so?
Next to thine angels is he placed,
And Lord of all below.

5 How rich thy bounties are!

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And wondrous are thy ways!

Of dust and worms, thy power can frame
A monument of praise.

PSALM 8, 7s.

The Praises of Children.

LORY to the Father give,-.
U God, in whom we move and live:
Children's prayers he deigns to hear;
Children's songs delight his ear.

2 Glory to the Son we bring,

Christ, our prophet, priest and king!
Children! raise your sweetest strain
To the Lamb, for he was slain.

3 Glory to the Holy Ghost;
Be this day a pentecost:
Children's minds may he inspire;
Touch their lips with holy fire.

4 Glory in the highest be
To the blesséd Trinity,

For the gospel from above,

For the word, that "God is love."

PSALM 9, First Part, C. M.

Wrath and Mercy from the Judgment-Seat.

1 WITH my whole heart I'll raise my song,

Thy wonders I'll proclaim;

Thou sovereign judge of right and wrong
Wilt put my foes to shame.

2 I'll sing thy majesty and grace;
My God prepares his throne
To judge the world in righteousness,
And make his vengeance known.

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3 Then shall the Lord a refuge prove
For all who are oppressed,
To save the people of his love,
And give the weary rest.

mf 4 The men, who know thy name, will trust In thine abundant grace;

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For thou didst ne'er forsake the just,
Who humbly sought thy face.

5 Sing praises to the righteous Lord,
Who dwells on Zion's hill;
Who executes his threatening word,
And doth his grace fulfill.

PSALM 9, Second Part, C. M.
The Wisdom and Equity of Providence.

mf 1 WHEN the great Judge, supreme and just,

Shall once inquire for blood,
The humble souls, that mourn in dust,
Shall find a faithful God.

2 He from the fearful gates of death
Does his own children raise:

On Zion's hill, with tuneful breath,
They sing their Father's praise.

3 Though saints to sore distress are brought,
And wait, and long complain,
Their cries shall never be forgot,
Nor shall their hopes be vain.

4 Rise, great Redeemer! from thy seat,
To judge and save the poor;
Let nations tremble at thy feet,
And man prevail no more.

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PSALM 10, L. M.

Jehovah, the Avenger of the Oppressed.

JEHOVAH reigns your tribute bring;
Proclaim the Lord, th' eternal King:
Crown him, ye saints! with holy joy,
His arm shall all your foes destroy.

2 Thou, Lord! ere yet the humble mind
Had formed to prayer the wish designed,
Hast heard the secret sigh arise,

While, swift to aid, thy mercy flies.

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3 Thy Spirit shall our hearts prepare;
Thine ear shall listen to our prayer:

Thou righteous Judge! thou Power divine!
On thee the fatherless recline.

4 The Lord shall save th' afflicted breast,
His arm shall vindicate th' oppressed,
́Earth's mightiest tyrant feel his power,
Nor sin, nor Satan grieve them more.

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PSALM 10, First Part, C. M.
Prayer heard, and Saints saved.

WHY

HY doth the Lord stand off so far?
And why conceal his face,

When great calamities appear,

And times of deep distress?

2 Lord! shall the wicked still deride
Thy justice and thy power?

Shall they advance their heads in pride,
And still thy saints devour.

3 Arise, O Lord! lift up thy hand;
Attend our humble cry;

No enemy shall dare to stand,
When God ascends on high.

4 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray,
And cause thine ear to hear:

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Hearken to what thy children say,
And put the world in fear.

PSALM 10, Second Part, C. M.
The God of the Fatherless.

HEAR, Lord! the song of praise and prayer
In heaven, thy dwelling-place,

From children, made the public care,

And taught to seek thy face.

2 Thanks for thy word, and for thy day;
And grant us, we implore,

Never to waste, in sinful play,

Thy holy Sabbaths more.

3 Thanks that we hear;-but Oh! impart,
To each, desires sincere,

That we may listen with our heart,
And learn as well as hear.

mf 4 Wisdom and bliss thy word bestows→→→ A sun which ne'er declines:

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Oh! be thy mercy showered on those,
Who placed us where it shines.

PSALM 11, L. M.

God, the Refuge of the Saints.

1 MY refuge is the God of love:

Why do my foes insult, and cry— "Fly, like a tim'rous trembling dove, To distant woods or mountains fly?" 2 The Lord in heaven has fixed his throne; His eye surveys the world below; To him all mortal things are known;

His eye-lids search our spirits through.

3 If he afflicts his saints so far,

To prove their love, and try their grace,
What may the bold transgressors fear?
His soul abhors their wicked ways.

4 The righteous Lord loves righteous souls,
Whose thoughts and actions are sincere;
And, with a gracious eye, beholds

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The men that his own image bear.

PSALM 12. C. M.

Prayer in Times of Wickedness.

HELP, Lord! for men of virtue fail,
Religion loses ground;

The sons of violence prevail,

And treachéries abound.

2 Their oaths and promises they break,
Yet act the flatterer's part:
With fair deceitful lips they speak,
And with a double heart.

8 Lord! when iniquities abound,
And impious men grow bold,
When faith is rarely to be found,
And love is waxing cold,-

mf 4 Is not thy chariot rolling on?
Hast thou not given this sign?
May we not rest and live upon
A promise so divine?

5 "Yes," saith the Lord, "now will I rise,
And make oppressors flee;

I will appear to their surprise,
And set my servants free."

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Thy word shall still endure;
The men, that in thy truth confide,
Shall find the promise sure.

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PSALM 13, L. M.

Help in God alone.

[OW long, O Lord! shall I complain,
Like one that seeks his God in vain?
How long my soul thine absence mourn,
And still despair of thy return?

2 How long shall my poor troubled breast
Be, with these anxious thoughts, oppressed?
If thou withhold thy heavenly light,

I sleep in everlasting night.

3 Hear, Lord! and grant me quick relief,
Thy mercy now shall end my grief;
For I have trusted in thy grace,

And shall again behold thy face.
mf 4 Whate'er my fears or foes suggest,
Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest;
My heart shall feel thy love, and raise
My cheerful voice to songs of praise.

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PSALM 13, C. M.

Hope in Darkness.

How long wilt thou conceal thy face,
HOW

My God! how long delay?

When shall I feel those heavenly rays,
That chase my fears away?

2 How long shall my poor lab'ring soul
Wrestle, and toil, in vain?

Thy word can all my foes control,
And ease my raging pain.

mf 8 Be thou my sun, and thou my shield,
My soul in safety keep;

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Make haste, before mine eyes are sealed
In death's eternal sleep.