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5 The thirsty ridges drink their fill, 7 Lord, thou hast proved our suffering And ranks of corn appear:

To make our graces shine; (souls, Thy ways abound with blessings still, So silver bears the burning coals Thy goodness crowns the year.

The metal to retine.
8 Through watery deeps and fiery ways

We march at thy command,
PART III. C. M. Milbourn-port, 183. 1 Led to possess the promised place
The blessings of the spring.

By thine unerring hand.
(A psalm for the husbandman.)
COD is the Lord, the heavenly King, PART II. C. M. Sidon, 341.
U Who makes the earth his care,

O Ver. 13-20. Praise to God for hear. Visits the pastures every spring,

ing pruyer. And bids the grass appear.

1 NOW shall my solemn vows be paid 2 The clouds, like rivers raised on high,

N To that Almighty Power, Pour out, at thy command,

That heard the long requests I made Their watery blessings from the sky,

In my distressful hour. To cheer the thirsty land.

2 My lips and cheerful heart prepare 3 The soften'd ridges of the field

To make his niercies known; Permit the corn to spring;

Come, ye that fear my God, and hear The valleys rich provision yield,

The wonders he has done. And the poor labourers sing.

3 When on my head huge sorrows fell, 4 The little hills on every side

I sought his heavenly aid; Rejoice at falling showers;

He saved my sinking soul from hell, The meadows, dress'd in all their pride,

And death's eternal shade. Perfume the air with flowers.

| 4 If sin lay cover'd in my heart, 5 The barren clods, refresh'd with rain,

While prayer employ'd my tongue, Promise a joyful crop;

The Lord had shown me no regard, The parched grounds look green again, Nor I his praises sung.

And raise the reaper's hope. 6 The various months thy goodness crowns;

5 But God (his name be ever bless'a!)

Has set my spirit free, How bounteous are thy ways !

Nor turn'd from him my poor request, The bleating tlocks spread o'er the downs,

Nor turn'd his heart froin me. And shepherds shout thy praise.

Part I. C. M. Southwark, 238.

Governing power and goodness. I SING, all ye nations, to the Lord,

Sing with a joyful noise; With melody of sound record

His honours, and your joys. 2 Say to the Power that shakes the sky,

How terrible art thou ! Sinners before thy presence fly,

Or at thy feet they bow.'
3 [Come, see the wonders of our God,

How glorious are his ways !
In Moses' hand he puts his rod,

And cleaves the frighted seas.
4 He made the ebbing channel dry,

While Israel pass'd the flood;
There did the church begin their joy,

And triumph in their God.)
5 He rules by his resistless might:

Will rebel mortals dare
Provoke the Eternal to the fight,

And tempt that dreadful war?
6 O bless our God, and never cease;

C. M. Missionary, 257.
The nation's prosperity, and the

church's increase.
I SHINE, mighty God, on Britain shine

With beams of heavenly grace;
Reveal thy power through all our coasts,

And show thy smiling face.
2 [Amidst our isle, exalted high,

Do thou our glory stand,
And like a wall of guardian fire

Surround the favour'u land.]
3 When shall thy name, from shore to

Sound all the earth abroad, (shore,
And distant nations know and love

Their Saviour and their God?
4 Sing to the Lord, ye distant lands,

Sing loud with solemn voice;
While British tongues exalt his praise,

And British hearts rejoice.
5 He the great Lord, the sovereign Judge,

That sits enthroned above,
Wisely commands the worlds he made,

In justice and in love.
6 Earth shall obey her Maker's will,

And yield a full increase;
Our God will crown his chosen isle

With fruitfulness and peace.

6 0 bless int's, fulfil his praisin's our peace, |

He keeps our life, maintains our peace,
And guides our doubtful ways.


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PART III. L. M. Coombs, 45. His choicest favours here;

Ver. 19–22. Praise for temporal While the creation's utmost bound

blessings. Shall see, adore, and fear.

1 W E bless the Lord, the just, the good, PART I. L. M. Chard, 175.

W Who fills our hearts with joy and food,

Who pours his blessings from the skies, Ver. 1-6, 32-35. The vengeance

And loads our days with rich supplies. and compassion of God.

2 He sends the sun his circuit round, II ET God arise in all his might,

To chcer the fruits, to warm the ground U And put the troops of hell to flight,

He bids the clouds, with plenteous rain, As smoke that sought to cloud the skies

Refresh the thirsty earth again. Before the rising tempest flies.

| 3 'Tis to his care we owe our breath, 2 (He comes array'd in burning flames ;

And all our near escapes from death; Justice and vengeance are his names;

Safety and health to God belong : Behold his fainting foes expire

He heals the weak, and guards the strong. Like melting wax before the fire.]

4 He makes the saint and sinner prove 3 He rides and thunders through the sky;

The common blessings of his love; His name Jehovah sounds on high ;

But the wide difference that remains Sing to his name, ye sons of grace;

Is endless joy, or endless pains. Ye saints, rejoice before his face.

5 The Lord that bruised the serpent's head, 4 The widow and the fatherless

On all the serpent's seed shall tread: Fly to his aid in sharp distress;

The stubborn sinner's hope confound, In him the poor and helpless find

And smite him with a lasting wound. A Judge that 's just, a Father kind.

16 But his right hand his saints shall raise 5 He breaks the captives' heavy chain,

From the deep earth, or deeper seas; And prisoners see the light again;

And bring them to his courts above,But rebels that dispute his will

There shall they taste his special love. Shall dwell in chains and darkness still.

PAUSE. 6 Kingdoms and thrones to God belong; lho PART I. C. M. Walsal, 237. Crown him, ye nations, in your song:

Ver. 1-14. The sufferings of Christ His wondrous names and powers rehearse;

for our sulvation. His honours shall enrich your verse. 7 He shakes the heavens with loud alarms: 11'SAVE me, O God; the swelling floods How terrible is God in arms!

Break in upon my soul : In Israel are his mercies known,

I sink, and sorrows o'er my head Israel is his peculiar throne.

Like mighty waters roll. 8 Proclaim him King, pronounce him blest: 2 I cry till all my voice be gone. He's your defence, your joy, your rest :

In tears I waste the day; When terrors rise, and nations faint,

My God, behold my longing eyes, God is the strength of every saint.

And shorten thy delay.

3 They hate my soul without a cause, PART II. L. M. Berwick, 375.

And still their number grows
Ver. 17, 18. Christ's ascension, and

More than the hairs around my head, the gift of the Spirit.

And mighty are my foes. IT ORD. when thou didst ascend on high. 14 ''Twas then I paid that dreadful debt U Ten thousand angels fill'd the sky;

That men could never pay, Those heavenly guards around thee wait,

And gave those honours to thy law, Like chariots that attend thy state.

Which sinners took away.' 2 Not Sinai's mountain could appear 5 Thus, in the great Messiah's name. More glorious when the Lord was there; The royal prophet mourns; While he pronounced his dreadful law, Thus he awakes our hearts to grief,

And struck the chosen tribes with awe. And gives us joy by turns.
3 How bright the triumph none can tell, 6 Now shall the saints rejoice and find
When the rebellious powers of hell,

Salvation in my name,
That thousand souls had captive made, | For I have borne their heavy load
Were all in chains like captives led.

Of sorror, prin uuu sraute. 4 Raised by his father to the throne,

17.Grief, like a garment, clothed me round

And sackcloth was my dress,
He sent the promisud Spirit down

While I procured for naked souls,
Wichi gifts and grace for rebel men,
That God might dwell on earth again. A robe of righteousness.

Were tu usand souls powers of hen tell,

Tovhen I cleanized my Liv groansc;

8 Amongst my brethren and the Jews 10 'I shall arise to praise thy name, I like a stranger stood,

Shall reign in worlds unknown; And bore their vile reproach, to bring And thy salvation, O my God, The Gentiles near to God.

Shall seat me on thy throne.' 9 I came in sinful mortals' stead,

60 PART III. C. M. Abridge, 201. To do my Father's will: Yet when I cleansed my Father's house,

God glorified, and sinners saved. They scandalized my zeal.

11 FATHER, I sing thy wondrous grace, 10 ‘My fasting and my holy groans

T I bless my Saviour's name; Were made the drunkard's song;

He bought salvation for the poor, But God, from his celestial throne

And bore the sinner's shame. Heard my complaining tongue. 2 His deep distress has raised us high; Il "He saved me from the dreadful deep. His duty and his zeal Nor let my soul be drown'd:

Fulfill’d the law which mortals broke, He raised and fix'd my sinking feet

And finish'd all thy will. On well-establish'd ground.

3 His dying groans, his living songs, 12 "'T was in a most accepted hour

Shall better please my God, My prayer arose on high,

Than harp or trumpet's solemn sound, And for my sake my God shall hear

Than goats or bullocks' blood.
The dying sinner's cry.'

| 4 This shall his humble followers see,

And set their hearts at rest :
They by his death draw near to thee,

And live for ever bless'd. 60 PART II. C. M. Carolina, 13. 15 Let heaven, and all that dwell on high, UJ Ver. 14_21. 26. 29, 32. The passion

To God their voices raise,

while lands and seas assist the sky, and exultation of Christ.

And join t' advance the praise.
NOW let our lips, with holy fear, 6 Zion is thine, most holy God;
IV And mournful pleasure, sing,

Thy Son shall bless her gates :
The sufferings of our great High Priest, And glory, purchased by his blood,
The sorrows of our King.

For thy own Israel waits. 2 He sinks in floods of deep distress; How high the waters rise !

PART I. L. M. St. Paul's, 246. While to his heavenly Father's ear

Christ's passion, and sinners' He sends perpetual cries.

salvation. 3 Hear me, O Lord, and save thy Son, 1 DEEP in our hearts let us record Nor hide thy shining face ;

The deeper sorrows of our Lord : Why should thy favourite look like one! Behold the rising billows roll Forsaken of thy grace ?

To overwhelm his holy soul. 4 'With rage they persecute the man 2 In long complaints he spends his breath, That groans beneath thy wound;

While hosts of hell, and powers of death, While for a sacrifice I pour

And all the sons of malíce join My life upon the ground.

To execute their cursed design. 5 They tread my honour to the dust, 3 Yet, gracious God, thy power and love And laugh when I complain; .

Has made the curse a blessing prove; Their sharp, insulting slanders add

Those dreadful sufferings of thy Son Fresh anguish to my pain.

Atoned for sins which we had done. 6.All my reproach is known to thee, 4 The pangs of our expiring Lord The scandal and the shame;

The honours of thy law restored : Reproach has broke my bleeding heart, His sorrows made thy justice known, And lies defiled my name.

And paid for follies not his own. 7 'I look'd for pity, but in vain;

5 O for his sake our guilt forgive, My kindred are my grief:

And let the mourning sinner live : I ask my friends for comfort round,

The Lord will hear us in his name, But meet with no relief.

Nor shall our hope be turn'd to shame. 8. With vinegar they mock my thirst; They give me gall for food :

60 PART II. L. M. Virginia, 234. auu SPAL1116 wlii. my dying groans,

VJ Ver. 7, &c. Christ's sufferings and They triumph in my blood. 9

zeul. Shine into my distressed soui,

I'M WAS Iur thy sake, eternal God, Let thy compassions save;

1 Thy Son sustain'u that ntary load And though my flesh sink down to death, 1 Redeem it from the grave.

Of base reproach and sore disgrace.

And shame defiled his sacred face. 38

2 The Jews, his brethren, and his kin, 2 Thou art my everlasting trust,
Abused the man that check'd their sin: Thy goodness I adore:
While he fulfill'd thy holy laws,

And since I knew thy graces first,
They hate him, but without a cause. I speak thy glories more.
3 ["My father's house,' said he, 'was made 3 My feet shall travel all the length
A place for worship, not for trade :'

of the celestial road, Then scattering all their gold and brass, And march with courage in thy strength He scourged the merchants from the To see my Father God. place.]

| 4 When I am fill'd with sore distress 4 (Zeal for the temple of his God

For some surprising sin, Consumed his life, exposed his blood: I'll plead thy perfect righteousness, Reproaches at thy glory thrown

And mention none but thine. He felt, and mourn'd them as his own.] 5 How will my lips rejoice to tell 5 (His friends forsook, his followers fled, The victories of my King! While foes and arms surround his head; My soul, redeem'd from sin and hell, They curse him with a slanderous tongue, Shall thy salvation sing. And the false judge maintains the wrong.] 16 My tongue shall all the day proclaim 6 His life they load with hateful lies,

My Saviour and my God: And charge hit lips with blasphemies; | His death has brought my foes to shame, They nail him to the shameful tree;

And drown'd them in his blood. There hung the man that died for me.

| 7 Awake, awake, my tuneful powers;
7 Wretches, with hearts as hard as stones, With this delightful song
Insult his piety and groans:

I'll entertain the darkest hours,
Gall was the food they gave him there, Nor think the season long.]
And mock'd his thirst with vinegar.]
8 But God beheld; and from his throne

PART III. C. M. Devizes, 14.
Marks out the men that hate his Son ;
The hand that raised him from the dead

Ver. 17-21. The aged Christian's Shall pour due vengeance on their head.

prayer and song.
i COD of my childhood and my youth,

The guide of all my days,
PART I. C. M. Arlington, 17. I have declared thy heavenly truth,
Ver. 5-9. The aged saint's re And told thy wondrous ways.
flection and hope.

2 Wilt thou forsake my hoary hairs, IVY God, my everlasting hope,

And leave my fainting heart? NI I live upon thy truth;

Who shall sustain my sinking years Thine hands have held my childhood up, If God my strength depart?

And strengthen'd all my youth. 3 Let me thy power and truth proclaim 2 My flesh was fashion'd by thy power,

To the surviving age, With all those limbs of mine :

And leave a savour of thy name And from my mother's painful hour

When I shall quit the stage. I've been entirely thine.

4 The land of silence and of death 3 Still has my life new wonders seen,

Attends my next remove; Repeated every year ;

O may these poor remains of breath Behold my days that yet remain,

Teach the wide world thy love. I trust them to thy care.

PAUSE. 4 Cast me not off when strength declines, When hoary hairs arise;

15 Thy righteousness is deep and high, And round me let thy glories shine,

Únsearchable thy deeds; Whene'er thy servant dies.

Thy glory spreads beyond the sky, 5 Then in the history of my age,

And ail my praise exceeds. When men review my days,

6 Oft have I heard thy threatenings roar, They'll read thy love in every page,

And oft endured the grief; In every line thy praise.

But when thy hand has press'd me sore,

Thy grace was my relief.

7 By long experience have I known PART II. C. M. Northampton, 520.

Thy sovereign power to save; " Ver. 14-16, 22-24. Christ our strength | At thy command I venture down and righteousness.

Securely to the grave. I MY Saviour, my almighty Friend,

8 When I lie buried deep in dust, 1 When I begin thy praise,

My flesh shall be thy care ; Where will the growing numbers end, These withering limbs with thee I trust, The numbers of thy grace!

To raise them strong and fair.

PART I. L. M. Thanksgiving, 19.

PART I. C. M. Worksop, 31. The kingdom of Christ.

Saints happy, and sinners cursed. I REAT God, whose universal sway I NOW I'm convinced the Lord is kind U The known and unknown worlds 1 To men of heart sincere ; obey,

Yet once my foolish thoughts repined, Now give the kingdom to thy Son,

And border'd on despair. Extend his power, exalt his throne.

2 I grieved to see the wicked thrive, 2 Thy sceptre well becomes his hands,

And spoke with angry breathAll heaven submits to his commands; 'How pleasant and profane they live ! His justice shall avenge the poor,

How peaceful is their death! And pride and rage prevail no more. 13 With well-fed flesh and haughty eyes 3 With power he vindicates the just,

They lay their fears to sleep; And treads the oppressor in the dust: | Against the heavens their slanders rise, His worship and his fear shall last

While saints in silence weep. Till hours, and years, and time be past. 4 In vain I lift my hands to pray, 4 As rain on meadows newly mown,

And cleanse my heart in vain, So shall he send his influer.ce down; For I am chasten'd all the day, His grace on fainting souls distils

The night renews my pain.' Like heavenly dew on thirsty hills. | 5 Yet while my tongue indulged complaints, 5 The heathen lands, that lie beneath

I felt my heart reprove : The shades of overspreading death,

'Sure I shall thus offend thy saints, Revive at his first dawning light;

And grieve the men I love.' And deserts blossom at the sight.

6 But still I found my doubts too hard, 6 The saints shall flourish in his days,

The conflict too severe,
Dress'd in the robes of joy and praise; Till I retired to search thy word,
Peace, like a river from his throne,

And learn thy secrets there.
Shall flow to nations yet unknown.

7 There, as in some prophetic glass,

I saw the sinner's feet
PART II. L. M. Power, 478.

High mounted on a slippery place,

Beside a fiery pit.
Christ's kingdom among the Gentiles.

8 I heard the wretch profanely boast, I JESUS shall reign where'er the sun

Till at thy frown he fell;
Does his successive journies run;

His honours in a dream were lost,
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,

And he awakes in hell. Till moons shall wax and wane no more.

9 Lord, what an envious fool I was ! 2 (Behold, the islands, with their kings,

How like a thoughtless beast ! And Europe her best tribute brings ;

Thus to suspect thy promised grace, From north to south the princes meet

And think the wicked bless'd! To pay their homage at his feet.

10 Yet I was kept from full despair, 3 There Persia, glorious to behold,

Upheld by power unknown; There India shines in eastern gold;

That blessed hand that broke the snare And barbarous nations at his word

Shall guide me to thy throne.
Submit and bow, and own their Lord.) |
4 For him shall endless prayer be made,
And praises throng to crown his head;

PART II. C. M. Jersey, 15. His name like sweet perfume shall rise O Ver. 23-28. God our portion here With every morning sacrifice.

and hereafter. 5 People and realms of every tongue 1 COD, my supporter and my hope,

Dwell on his love with sweetest song; U My help for ever near,
And infant voices shall proclaim

Thine arm of mercy held me up
Their early blessings on his name.

When sinking in despair. 6 Blessings abound where'er he reigns; 2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet The prisoner leaps to lose his chains,

Through this dark wilderness; The weary find eternal rest,

Thine hand conduct me near thy seat, And all the sons of want are blest.

To dwell before thy face. 7 [Where he displays his healing power, 3 Were I in heaven without my God,

Death and the curse are known no more: 'T would be no joy to me:
In him the tribes of Adam boast

| And whilst this earth is my abode, More blessings than their father lost. I long for none but thee. 8 Let every creature rise and bring

4 What if the springs of life were broke. Peculiar honours to our King ;

And flesh and heart should faint. Angels, descend with songs again,

God is my soul's eternal rock, And earth, repeat the long Amen.]

The strength of every saint.

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