e Let no created greatness dare And bends his care to mortal things: -His sovereign hand exalts the poor; He takes the needy from the door, And makes them company for kings. 4 [When childless families despair, He sends the blessing of an heir, To rescue their expiring name; The mother, with a cheerful voice, Proclaims his praises and her joys: Let every age advance his fame.] L. M. Quercy. [*] God Sovereign and Gracious. 1 E servants of th' almighty King, every age his praises sing; Where'er the sun shall rise or set, The nations shall his praise repeat. 2 Above the earth-beyond the sky, Stands his high throne of majesty; Nor time nor place his power restrainNor bound his universal reign. 3 Which of the sons of Adam dare, 4 Behold his love! he stoops to view 7 With joy the mother views her son, Faith may grow strong when sense despairs; 1 PSALM 114. L. M. Blendon. [*] THEN Israel, freed from Pharaoh's hand, Let the proud tyrant and his land, The tribes, with cheerful homage, own Their King, and Judah was his throne. e 2 Across the deep their journey lay; o The deep divides to make them way -Jordan beheld their march, and fled, With backward current, to his head. e 4 What power could make the deep divide! And whence the fright that Sinai feels? PSALM 115. L. M. 1ST PT. Psalm 97th. [*] The true God; or, Idolatry reproved. OT to ourselves, who are but dust, Eternal God, thou only just, Thou only gracious, wise and true! g 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, "Where's the God you've served 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, A silver saint, or golden god. --5 [With eyes and ears they carve the head; 6 Their feet were never made to move, g 7 O Israel, make the Lord thy hope, a 8 The dead no more can speak thy praise, o But we shall live to sing thy grace, 1 P. M. Walworth. [*] Popish Idolatry reproved. Not to our worthless names is glory due; to our names, thou only Just and True, Thy power and grace, thy truth and justice, claim Immortal honours to thy sovereign name. Shine through the earth, from heaven thy blest abode, Nor let the heathen say," And where's your God? 2 Heaven is thy higher court; there stands thy throne; And through the lower worlds thy will is done : Earth is thy work; the heavens thy hand hath spread; e But fools adore the gods their hands have made : -The kneeling crowd, with looks devout, behold Their silver saviours and their saints of gold. 3 [Vain are those artful shapes of eyes and ears, 4 The rich have statues well adorned with gold; The poor, content with gods of coarser mould, With tools of iron carve the senseless stock, Lopped from a tree, or broken from a rock: People and priest drive on the solemn trade, And trust the gods that saws and hammers made.] a 5 Be heaven and earth amazed!-'Tis hard to say, Which the more stupid,-or their gods or they. o O Israel, trust the Lord; HE hears and sees; He knows thy sorrows, and restores thy peace: His worship does a thousand comforts yield; He is thy help, and he thy heavenly shield. o 6 In God we trust: our impious foes in vain Attempt our ruin, and oppose his reign; e Had they prevailed, darkness had closed our days, And death and silence had forbid his praise : 8 But we are saved, and live: let songs arise, And Zion bless the God who built the skies. PSALM 116. C. M. 1ST PT. Canterbury. [* b] LOVE the Lord; he heard my cries, Long as I live, when troubles rise. I'll hasten to his throne. 2 I love the Lord: he bowed his ear, e 3 My flesh declined, my spirits fell, While inward pangs, and fears of hell, d 4 "My God," I cried, "thy servant save, 5 The Lord beheld me sore distressed; 06 My God hath saved my soul from death, o Now to his praise I'll spend my breath, And my remaining years.] C. M. 2D PART. Hymn 2d. St. Martin's. [*] V. 12, &c. Vows made in Trouble, paid in the Church. 1 WHAT shall I render to my God, For all his kindness shown? o My feet shall visit thine abode, My songs address thy throne. -2 Among the saints who fill thy house, There shall my zeal perform the vows, e 3 How much is mercy thy delight, How dear thy servants in thy sight! o 4 How happy all thy servants are! My life, which thou hast made thy care, -5 Now I am thine-forever thine- Thy hand hath loosed my bonds of pain, 6 Here, in thy courts, I leave my vow, Witness, ye saints, who hear me now, PSALM 117. C. M. Doxology. [*] Praise to God from all Nations. ALL ye nations, praise the Lord, In every language learn his word, And let his name be sung. 2 His mercy reigns through every land! Proclaim his grace abroad; Forever firm his truth shall stand; Praise ye the faithful God. L. M. Old Hundred. [*] FLet the Creator's praise arise; ROM all who dwell below the skies, |