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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.

For his own goodness' sake

He saves my soul from shame :
He pardons (though my guilt be great!

Through my Redeemer's name.

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L. M. Oswestry, 514.
The same.

PART II. S. M. Clapton, 55. IZHIS spacious earth is all the Lord's,

- Ver. 12, 14, 10, 13. Divine instruction. 1 And men, and worms, and beasts, I

WHERE shall the man be found and birds;

V That fears to offend his God; He raised the building on the seas,

That loves the gospel's joyful sound, And gave it for their dwelling-place.

And trembles at the rod ? 2 But there's a brighter world on high, 12 The Lord shall make him know Thy palace, Lord, above the sky;

The secrets of his heart; Who shall ascend that bless'd abode,

The wonders of his covenant show, And dwell so near his Maker God?

And all his love impart. 3 He that abhors and fears to sin,

3 The dealings of his hand Whose heart is pure, whose lands are

Are truth and mercy still, clean ;

With such as to his covenant stand, Him shall the Lord the Saviour bless,

And love to do his will. And clothe his soul with righteousness.

4 Their souls shall dwell at ease + These are the men, the pious race,

Before their Maker's face; That seek the God of Jacob's face ;

Their seed shall taste the promises These shall enjoy the blissful sight,

In their extensive grace. And dwell in everlasting light.

PAUSE. 5 Rejoice, ye shining worlds on high,

PART III. S. M. Plymouth, 336. Behold the King of Glory nigh ;

Ver. 15-22. Distress of soul. Who can this King of Glory be? The mighty Lord, the Saviour 's he. 11 MINE eyes and my desire

11 Are ever to the Lord ; 6 Ye heavenly gates, your leaves display I love to plead his promises, To make the Lord the Saviour way:

And rest upon his word. Laden with spoils from earth and hell,

2 Turn, turn thee to my soul, The Conqueror comes with God to dwell.

Bring thy salvation near : 7 Raised from the dead, he goes before,

When will thy hand release my feet He opens heaven's eternal door,

Out of the deadly snare? To give his saints a bless'd abode

3 When shall the sovereign grace Near their Redeemer and their God.

Of my forgiving God

Restore me from those dangerous ways
PART I. S. M. Pelham, 333.

My wandering feet have trod ?
Ver. 1-11. Waiting for pardon

The tumult of my thoughts
and direction.

Doth but enlarge my woe;
I LIFT my soul to God,

My spirit languishes, my heart
My trust is in his name;

Is desolate and low.
Let not my foes that seek my blood

5 With every morning light Still triumph in my shame.

My sorrow new begins; Sin and the powers of hell

Look on my anguish and my pain,
Persuade me to despair :

And pardon all my sins.
Lord, make me know thy covenant well,
That I may 'scape the snare.

PAUSE. 3 From the first dawning light,

6 Behold the hosts of hell, Till the dark evening rise,

How cruel is their hate! For thy salvation, Lord, I wait

Against my life they rise, and join With ever-longing eyes.

Their fury with deceit. Remember all thy grace,

7 O keep my soul from death, And lead me in thy truth:

Nor put my hope to shame, Forgive the sins of riper days,

For I have placed my only trust And follies of my youth.

In my Redeemer's name. 15 The Lord is just and kind,

8 With humble faith I wait The meek shall learn his ways,

To see thy face again; And every humble sinner find

Of Israel it shall ne'er be said, The methods of his grace.

He sought the Lord in vain.

3 Thy noblest wonders here we view,

L. M. Doversdale, 130. In souls renew'd, and sins forgiven: LV For a day of prayer in time of war. Lord, cleanse my sins, my soul renew, And make thy word my guide to heaven. I NOW may the God of power and grace

V Attend his people's humble cry;

Jehovah hears when Israel prays, 10 Part IV. 6 8's. New Court, 173. And brings deliverance from on high. The books of nature and of Scrip. 12 The name of Jacob's God defends ture.

Better than shields or brazen walls;

He, from his sanctuary, sends
IGREAT God, the heaven's well-order'd |
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Succour and strength when Zion calls. Declares the glories of thy name; 3 Well he remembers all our sighs,

There thy rich works of wonder shine: 1 His love exceeds our best deserts ; A thousand starry beauties there,

His love accepts the sacrifice A thousand radiant marks appear,

Of humble groans and broken hearts. Of boundless power and skill divine.

4 In his salvation is our hope, 2 From night to day, from day to night, And in the name of Israel's God The dawning and the dying light

Our troops shall lift their banners up, Lectures of heavenly wisdom read; Our navies spread their flags abroad. With silent eloquence they raise

5 Some trust in horses train'd for war, Our thoughts to our Creator's praise,

And some of chariots make their boasts; And neither sound nor language need.

Our surest expectations are 3 Yet their divine instructions run

From thee, the Lord of heavenly hosts. Far as the journeys of the sun,

And every nation knows their voice: lon,, may the memory of thy name The sun, like some young bridegroom

Inspire our armies for the fight !

Our foes shall fall and die with shame, dress'd, Breaks from the chambers of the east, Or quit the field with shameful flight.] Rolls round, and makes the earth re- 7 Now save us, Lord, from slavish fear; joice.

Now let our hopes be firm and strong, 4 Where'er he spreads his beams abroad, Till the salvation shall appear, He smiles, and speaks his maker, God; And joy and triumph raise the song.

All nature joins to show thy praise :
Thus God in every creature shines.
Fair is the book of nature's lines,
But fairer is thy book of grace,

C. M. Milbourn Port, 183.

Good kings the care of Heaven, PAUSE. 5 I love the volumes of thy word;

IMHE king, O Lord, with songs of praise What light and joy those leaves afford

I Shall in thy strength rejoice; To souls benighted and distress'd!

And, bless'd with thy salvation, raise Thy precepts guide my doubtful way, To heaven his cheerful voice. Thy fear forbids my feet to stray,

2 Thy sure defence thro' nations round Thy promise leads my heart to rest.

Has spread his glorious name; 6 From the discoveries of thy law

And his successful actions crown'd The perfect rules of life I draw,

With majesty and fame. These are my study and delight:

3 Then let the king on God alone Not honey so invites the taste,

For timely aid rely : Nor gold that hath the furnace pass'd 1

His mercy shall support the throne, Appears so pleasing to the sight.

And all our wants supply. 7 Thy threat'nings wake my slumbering 14 R

bering 4 But, righteous Lord, his stubborn foes eyes,

Shall feel thy dreadful hand; And warn me where my danger lies;

Thy vengeful arm shall find out those But 't is thy blessed gospel, Lord,

That hate his mild command. That makes my guilty conscience clean, Converts my soul, subdues my sin, 5 When thou against them dost engage, And gives a tree but large reward.

Thy just, but dreadful doom, 8 Who knows the errors of his thoughts? |

Shall, like a fiery oven's rage, My God, forgive my secret faults,

Their hopes and them consume. And from presumptuous sins restrain: 16 Thus, Lord, thy wondrous power declare Accept my poor attempts of praise,

And thus exalt thy fame; That I have read thy book of grace,

Whilst we glad songs of praise prepare And book of nature, not in vain.

For thine almighty name. 12

How salvatiot raised to his co he will,

L. M. Ayliffe-street, 241. 19 Yet if thy sovereign hand let loose 41 Ver. 1-9. Christ exalted to the

The rage of earth and hell, kingdom.

Why will my heavenly Father bruise UDAVID rejoiced in God his strength,

The Son he loves so well ? Raised to the throne by special grace; 10 My God, I possible it be, But Christ, the Son, appears at length,

Withhold this bitter cup; Fulfils the triumph and the praise.

But I resign my will to thee, 2 How great is the Messiah's joy

• And drink the sorrows up. In the salvation of thy hand!

Il My heart dissolves with pangs unknown, Lord, thou hast raised his kingdom high, In groans I waste my breath ; And given the world to his command. | Thy heavy hand hath brought me down 3 Thy goodness grants whate'er he will,

Low as the dust of death. Nor doth the least request withhold;

12 Father, I give my spirit up, Blessings of love prevent him still,

And trust it in thine hand; And crowns of glory, not of gold.

My dying flesh shall rest in hope, 4 Honour and majesty divine

And rise at thy command.
Around his sacred temples shine;
Bless'd with the favour of thy face,

199 Part II. C. M. Charmouth, 28. And length of everlasting days.

-= Ver. 20, 21, 27-31. Christ's sufferings 5 Thine hand shall find out all his foes;

and kingdom. And as a fiery oven glows With raging heat and living coals, I'NOW from the roaring lion's rage, So shall thy wrath devour their souls. N O Lord, protect thy Son ;

Nor leave thy darling to engage

The powers of hell alone." 99 Part I. C. M. Crowle, 3. 2 Thus did our suffering Saviour pray, 24 Ver. 1-16. The sufferings and death

With mighty cries and tears; of Christ.

God heard him in that dreadful day,

And chased away his fears. 11 WHY has my God my soul forsook, W Nor will a smile afford ?

3 Great was the victory of his death, (Thus David once, in anguish, spoke,

His throne exalted high ; And thus our dying Lord.)

And all the kindreds of the earth

Shall worship, or shall die. 2 Though 't is thy chief delight to dwell Among thy praising saints,

4 A num'rous offspring must arise Yet thou canst hear a groan as well,

From his cxpiring groans; And pity our complaints.

They shall be reckon'd in his eyes

For daughters and for sons. 3 Our fathers trusted in thy name, And great deliverance found:

5 The meek and humble souls shall see But I 'm a worm, despised of men,

His table richly spread; And trodden to the ground.

And all that seek the Lord shall be 4 Shaking the head, they pass me by,

With joys immortal fed, And laugh my soul to scorn;

6 The isles shall know the righteousness 'In vain he trusts in God,' they cry,

Of our incarnate God: "Neglected and forlorn.''

And nations yet unborn profess

Salvation in his blood. 5 But thou art he who form'd my flesh

By thine almighty word, | And since I hung upon the breast,

L. M. Ulverston, 179. My hope is in the Lord.

Christ's sufferings and exaltation. 6 Why will my Father hide his face,

When foes stand threatening round, NOW let our mournful songs record In the dark hour of deep distress,

N The dying sorrows of our Lord; And not a helper found ?

When he complain'd in tears and blood

As one forsaken of his God.
PAUSE

2 The Jews beheld him thus forlorn, 7 Behold thy darling left among

And shook their heads, and laugh'd in The cruel and the proud;

scorn; As bulls of Bashan, fierce and strong, "He rescued others from the grave; As lions roaring loud.

Now let him try himself to save. & From earth and hell my sorrows meet 3 This is the man did once pretend

God was his Father and his friend ; They nail my hands, they pierce my feet, ! If God the blessed loved him so, And try to vex my heart.

Why doth he fail to help him now?'

They mail tipy the smark sorrows meet

4 Barbarous people! cruel priests !

A word of thy supporting breath
How they stood round like savage beasts, Drives all my fears away.
Like lions gaping to devour,

| 4 Thy hand, in spite of all my foes, When God hath left him in their power!

Doth still my table spread;
5 They wound his head, his hands, his feet, | My cup with blessings overflows,

Till streams of blood each other meet; Thine oil anoints my head.
By lot his garments they divide,

5 The sure provisions of my God And mock the pangs in which he died.

Attend me all my days;
6 But God, his father, heard his cry; LO may thine house be mine abode,
Raised from the dead, he reigns on high, And all my work be praise !
The nations learn his righteousness, 6 There would I find a settled rest,
And humble sinners taste his grace.

While others go and come;
No more a stranger or a guest,

But like a child at home.
22 L. M. Langdon, 217.
God our Shepherd.

92 S. M. Finsbury, 156. M Y Shepherd is the living Lord ;

The same.
W Now shall my wants be well sup-
His providence and holy word [plied: 11 THE Lord my Shepherd is.
Become my safety and my guide.

1 I shall be well supplied ;

Since he is mine, and I am his, 2 In pastures where salvation grows

What can I want beside ?
He makes me feed, he makes me rest;
There living water gently flows,

2 He leads me to the place And all the food 's divinely bless'd.

Where heavenly pasture grows,

Where living waters gently pass, 3 My wandering feet his ways mistake,

And full salvation flows.
But he restores my soul to peace,
And leads me, for his mercy's sake,

3 If e'er I go astray, In the fair paths of righteousness.

He doth my soul reclaim,

And guides me in his own right way 4 Though I walk through the gloomy vale,

For his most holy name.
Where death and all its terrors are,
My heart and hope shall never fail,

4 While he affords his aid, For God my Shepherd 's with me there.

I cannot yield to fear;

Though I should walk through death's 5 Amidst the darkness and the deeps,

dark shade, Thou art my comfort, thou my stay;

My Shepherd 's with me there.
Thy staff supports my feeble steps,
Thy rod directs my doubtful way.

In spite of all my foes

Thou dost my table spread ; 6 The sons of earth and sons of hell

My cup with biessings overflows,
Gaze at thy goodness, and repine

And joy exalts my head.
To see my table spread so well
With living bread and cheerful wine.

6 The bounties of thy love

Shall crown my following days; 7 [How I rejoice when on my head

Nor from thy house will I remove, Thy Spirit condescends to rest!

Nor cease to speak thy praise. 'T is a divine anointing, shed

Like oil of gladness at a feast. 8 Surely the mercies of the Lord

4. C. M. Liverpool, 83. Attend his household all their days:

Dwelling with God. There will I dwell to hear his word,

I THE earth for ever is the Lord's, To seek his face and sing his praise.]

I With Adam's numerous race; He raised its arches o'er the floods,

And built it on the seas. 23 C. M. Providence, 367.

2 But who, among the sons of men, The same.

May visit thine abode? I M Y Shepherd will supply my need, He that has hands from mischief clean 11 Jehovah is his name;

Whose heart is right with God. In pastures fresh he makes me feed,

3 This is the man may rise and take Beside the living stream.

The blessings of his grace; 2 He brings my wandering spirit back, This is the lot of those that seek When I forsake his ways:

The God of Jacob's face.
And leads me, for his mercy's sake,
In paths of truth and grace.

4 Now let our souls, immortal powers,

To meet the Lord prepare, 3 When I walk through the shades of Lift up their everlasting doors, Thy presence is my stay; (death,

The King of Glory 's near.

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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.

For his own goodness' sake
He saves my soul from shame :
He pardons (though my guilt be great!

Through my Redeemer's name.

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L. M. Oswestry, 514.
The same.

PART II. S. M. Clapton, 55, THIS spacious earth is all the Lord's, i

4 Ver. 12, 14, 10, 13. Divine instruction. 1 And men, and worms, and beasts, 1 WHERE shall the man be found

and birds; He raised the building on the seas,

That fears to offend his God;

That loves the gospel's joyful sound, And gave it for their dwelling-place.

And trembles at the rod ? 2 But there 's a brighter world on high,

The Lord shall make him know Thy palace, Lord, above the sky;

The secrets of his heart; Who shall ascend that bless'd abode,

The wonders of his covenant show, And dwell so near his Maker God?

And all his love impart. 3 He that abhors and fears to sin,

3 The dealings of his hand Whose heart is pure, whose lands are

Are truth and mercy still, clean;

With such as to his covenant stand, Him shall the Lord the Saviour bless,

And love to do his will. And clothe his soul with righteousness.

4 Their souls shall dwell at ease These are the men, the pious race,

Before their Maker's face; That seek the God of Jacob's face;

Their seed shall taste the promises These shall enjoy the blissful sight,

In their extensive grace. And dwell in everlasting light.

PAUSE. 5 Rejoice, ye shining worlds on high,

PART III. S. M. Plymouth, 336. Behold the King of Glory nigh;

Ver. 15–22. Distress of soul. Who can this King of Glory he ? The mighty Lord, the Saviour 's he. 1 MINE eyes and my desire

Are ever to the Lord; | 6 Ye heavenly gates, your leaves display I love to plead his promises, To make the Lord the Saviour way:

And rest upon his word. Laden with spoils from earth and hell,

2 Turn, turn thee to my soul, The Conqueror comes with God to dwell.

Bring thy salvation near: 7 Raised froin the dead, he goes before,

When will thy hand release my feet He opens heaven's eternal door,

Out of the deadly snare? To give his saints a bless'd abode

3 When shall the sovereign grace Near their Redeemer and their God.

Of my forgiving God

Restore me from those dangerous wars o Part I. S. M. Pelham, 333.

My wandering feet have trod ?
Ver. 1-11. Waiting for pardon

14 The tumult of my thoughts
and direction.

Doth but enlarge my woe; TI LIFT my soul to God.

My spirit languishes, my heart 1 My trust is in his name;

Is desolate and low. Let not my foes that seek my blood

5 With every morning light i Still triumph in my shame.

My sorrow new begins; 2 Sin and the powers of hell

Look on my anguish and my pain,
Persuade me to despair :

And pardon all my sins.
Lord, make me know thy covenant well,
That I may 'scape the snare.

PAUSE. 3 From the first dawning light,

6 Behold the hosts of hell, Till the dark evening rise,

How cruel is their hate! For thy salvation, Lord, I wait

Against my life they rise, and join With ever-longing eyes.

Their fury with deceit. 14 Remember all thy grace,

O keep my soul from death, And lead me in thy truth:

Nor put my hope to shame, Forgive the sins of riper days,

For I have placed my only trust And follies of my youth.

In my Redeemer's name. The Lord is just and kind,

With humble faith I wait The meek shall learn his ways,

To see thy face again; And every humble sinner find

Of Israel it shall ne'er be said, The methods of his grace.

He sought the Lord in vain.

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