S. M. SECOND PART. Newton. Watchman. [*] A holy God worshipped with Reverence.

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XALT the Lord our God,

E And worship at his feet;

His nature is all holiness,

And mercy is his seat.

2 When Israel was his church,
When Aaron was his priest,—
When Moses cried, when Samuel prayed,-
He gave his people rest.

3 Oft he forgave their sins,

Nor would destroy their race;

And oft he made his vengeance known,
When they abused his grace.

• 4 Exalt the Lord our God,

Whose grace is still the same :

-Still he's a God of holiness,

And jealous for his name.

PSALM 100. L. M. 1ST PT. Old Hundred.[*]
A plain translation.-Praise to our Creator.
E nations of the earth, rejoice

Y Before the Lord, your Sovereign King,

o Serve him with cheerful heart and voice;
o With all your tongues his glory sing.
e 2 The Lord is God;-'tis he alone
Doth life and breath and being give;
We are his work, and not our own;
The sheep that on his pastures live.
o 3 Enter his gates with songs of joy ;
With praises to his courts repair;
And make it your divine employ,
To pay your thanks and honours there.
4 The Lord is good; the Lord is kind;
o Great is his grace, his mercy sure;
g And the whole race of man shall find
His truth from age to age endure.

L. M. SECOND PART. Old Hundred. [*]
A Paraphrase.

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ING to the Lord with joyful voice;

ISING

Let every land his name adore;

The northern isles shall send the noise
Across the ocean to the shore.]

e 2 Before Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and he destroy.

-3 His sovereign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and formed us men;

e And when, like wandering sheep, we strayed, o He brought us to his fold again.

e 4 We are his people, we his care; Our souls and all our mortal frame: o What lasting honours shall we rear, Almighty Maker, to thy name?

8 5 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs; High as the heavens our voices raise;

And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
g 6 Wide-as the world, is thy command;
Vast-as eternity, thy love:

Firm-as a rock, thy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.

PSALM 101. L. M. Old Hundred. [*]

The Magistrate's Psalm.

MERCY

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ERCY and judgment are my song;
And, since they both to thee belong,
My gracious God, my righteous King,
To thee my songs and vows I bring.
2 If I am raised to bear the sword,
I'll take my counsels from thy word;
Thy justice and thy heavenly grace
Shall be the pattern of my ways.
3 Let wisdom all my actions guide,
And let my God with me reside;
No wicked thing shall dwell with me,
Which may provoke thy jealousy.
4 No sons of slander, rage, and strife
Shall be companions of my life;
The haughty look, the heart of pride,
Within my doors shall ne'er abide.

5 (I'll search the land, and raise the just
To pusts of honour, wealth and trust;
The men who work thy holy will,
Shall be my friends and favourites still.)

6 In vain shall sinners hope to rise,
By flattering or malicious lies;
And while the innocent I guard,
The bold offender shan't be spared.

7 The impious crew, that factious band,
Shall hide their heads, or quit the land;
And all who break the public rest,
Where I have power, shall be suppressed.
C. M. Mear. [*]

A Psalm for a Master of a Family.
1F justice and of grace I sing,
pay my God my vows;

Thy grace and justice, heavenly King,
Teach me to rule my house.

2 Now to my tent, O God, repair,
And make thy servant wise;
I'll suffer nothing near me there,
That shall offend thine eyes.

3 The man who doth his neighbour wrong,
By falsehood or by force,

The scornful eye, the slanderous tongue,-
I'll thrust them from my doors.

4 I'll seek the faithful and the just,
And will their help enjoy ;

These are the friends whom I shall trust,
The servants I'll employ.

5 The wretch, who deals in sly deceit,
I'll not endure a night:
The liar's tongue I ever hate,
And banish from my sight.

6 I'll purge my family around,
And make the wicked flee;
So shall my house be ever found
A dwelling fit for thee.

PSALM 102. C. M. FIRST PART. China. [b]

Ver. 1-13, 20, 21. A Prayer for the Afflicted.

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1 HEAR me,

God, nor hide thy face;

But answer, lest I die:

Hast thou not built a throne of grace

To hear when sinners cry?

p 2 My days are wasted, like the smoke,
Dissolving in the air;

My strength is dried; my heart is broke,
And sinking in despair.

3 My spirits flag, like withering grass,
Burnt with excessive heat;

In secret groans my minutes pass,
And I forget to eat.

4 [As on some lonely building's top,
The sparrow tells her moan,-
Far from the tents of joy and hope,
I sit and grieve alone.

5 My soul is like a wilderness,

Where beasts of midnight howl:
Where the sad raven finds her place,
And where the screaming owl.

6 Dark, dismal thoughts and boding fears
Dwell in my troubled breast;

While sharp reproaches wound mine ears,
Nor give my spirit rest.

7 My cup is mingled with my woes,
And tears are my repast:
My daily bread, like ashes, grows
Unpleasant to my taste.

8 Sense can afford no real joy,
To souls that feel thy frown;
Lord, 'twas thy hand advanced me high;
Thy hand hath cast me down.

9 My locks like withered leaves appear;
And life's declining light

Grows faint as evening shadows are,
That vanish into night.]

-10 But thou forever art the same,
O my eternal God!

o Ages to come shall know thy name,

And spread thy works abroad.

o 11 Thou wilt arise, and show thy face;
Nor will my Lord delay,

Beyond th' appointed hour of grace,
That long-expected day.

-12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry, And, by mysterious ways,

Redeems the prisoners doomed to die,
And fills their tongues with praise.

Reading.

C. M. SECOND PART. St. Paul's. Zion.[*]

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V. 13-21. Prayer heard, and Zion restored.

1LET Zion and her sons rejoice

Behold the promised hour!

-Her God hath heard her mourning voice,
And comes t' exalt his power.

e 2 Her dust and ruins that remain
Are precious in our eyes:

• Those ruins shall be built again, And all that dust shall rise.

g 3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem,
And stand in glory there;

Nations shall bow before his name,
And kings attend with fear.

p 4 He sits a Sovereign on his throne,
With pity in his eyes;

He hears the dying prisoners groan,
And sees their sighs arise.

-5 He frees the souls condemned to death;
And, when his saints complain,

It shan't be said that praying breath
Was ever spent in vain.

• 6 This shall be known, when we are dead,
And left on long record,-

That ages, yet unborn, may read,

And trust and praise the Lord.

L. M. Dresden. Leeds. [b]

V. 23-28. Saints die, but Christ and the Church live. is the Lord our Saviour's hand,

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I weakens our strength amidst the race;

e Disease and death, at his command,
Arrest us, and cut short our days.
o 2 Spare us, O Lord, aloud we pray,
Nor let our sun go down at noon :
o Thy years are one eternal day,
e And must thy children die so soon!
-3 Yet, in the midst of death and grief,

This thought our sorrow shall assuage :
"Our Father and our Saviour live;
"Christ is the same through every age