e 4 But the vain idols they adore,'

Are senseless shapes of stone and wood;
At best a mass of glittering ore,

A silver saint, or golden god.

--5 [With eyes and ears they carve the head;
Deaf are their ears, their eyes are blind:
In vain are costly offerings made,
And vows are scattered in the wind.

6 Their feet were never made to move,
Nor hands to save when mortals pray:
Mortals that pay them fear or love,
Seem to be blind and deaf as they.]

g 7 O Israel, make the Lord thy hope,
Thy help, thy refuge, and thy rest:
The Lord shall build thy ruins, up,
And bless the people and the priest.

a 8 The dead no more can speak thy praise,
They dwell in silence in the grave;

o But we shall live to sing thy grace,
u And tell the world thy power to save.

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
Iminortal 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,
The molten image neither sees nor hears;
Their hands are helpless, nor their feet can move;
They have no speech, nor thought, nor power. nor love:
Yet sottish mortals make their long complaints
To their deaf idols and their moveless saints, s

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]

I

Recovery from Sickness.

LOVE the Lord; he heard my cries,
And pitied every groan:

Long as I live, when troubles rise.

I'll hasten to his throne,

2 I love the Lord: he bowed his ear,
And chased my griefs away:
O let my heart no inore despair,
While I have breath to pray!

e 3 My flesh declined, my spirits fell,
And I drew near the dead;

While inward pangs, and fears of hell,
Perplexed my wakeful head.

d 4" My God," I cried, "thy servant save,
"Thou ever good and just;
"Thy power can rescue from the grave;
"Thy power is all my trust."

5 The Lord beheld me sore distressed;
He bade my pains remove:
Return, my soul, to God thy rest,

For thou hast known his love.

06 My God hath saved my soul from death, And dried my falling tears;

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.
WHAT shall render to my God,
For all his kindness shown?
o My feet shall visit thine abode, :
My songs address thy throne.

WHA

-2 Among the saints who fill thy house,
My offering shall be paid;

There shall my zeal perform the vows,
My soul in anguish made.

e 3 How much is mercy thy delight,
Thou ever blessed God!

How dear thy servants in thy sight!
How precious is their blood!

o 4 How happy all thy servants are!
How great thy grace to me!

My life, which thou hast made thy care,
Lord, I devote to thee.

-5 Now I am thine-forever thine

Nor shall my purpose move;

Thy hand hath loosed my bonds of pain,
And bound me with thy love.

6 Here, in thy courts, I leave my vow,
And thy rich grace record;

Witness, ye saints, who hear me now,
If I forsake the Lord.

PSALM 117. C. M. Dorology. [*]
Praise to God from all Nations.

ALL

Each with a different tongue;

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;

1

Praise ye the faithful God.

L. M.

Old Hundred. [*]

FLet the Creator's praise arise;

ROM all who dwell below the skies,

Let the Redeemer's name be sung,
Through every land, by every tongue
2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord;
Eternal truth attends thy word:

Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise, and set, no more.

1

S. M. Kibworth. [*]

T shall sound through distant lands;
HY name, almighty Lord,
Great is thy grace, and sure thy word;
Thy truth forever stands.

2 Far be thine honour spread,
And long thy praise endure;

Till morning light and evening shade
Shall be exchanged no more.

PSALM 118. C. M. FIRST PART, Moar. [*]

1

V. 6-15. Deliverance from a Tumult.

THE

HE Lord appears my helper now,
Nor is my faith afraid
What all the sons of earth can do,
Since heaven affords its aid.

2 'Tis safer, Lord, to hope in thee,
And have my God my friend,
Than trust in men of high degree,
And on their truth depend.

3 Like bees my foes beset me round,
A large and angry swarm;
But I shall all their rage confound,
By thine almighty arm.

4 "Tis through the Lord my heart is strong;

In him my lips rejoice:

While his salvation is my song,

How cheerful is my voice!

5 Like angry bees they girt me round;
When God appears they fly:

So burning thorns, with crackling sound,
Make a fierce blaze, and die.

6 Joy to the saints, and peace belongs;
The Lord protects their days;
Let Israel tune immortal songs
To his almighty grace.}

C. M. SECOND PART. Barby. [*]

V. 17-21. Public Praise for Deliverance from Death ORD, thou hast heard thy servant cry,

Land' rescued from the grave;

Now shall he live: (and none can die,
If God resolve to save.)

2 Thy praise, more constant than before,
Shall fill his daily breath;

Thy hand that hath chastised him sore,
Defends him still from death.

o 3 Open the gates of Zion now,
For we shall worship there→→

The house where all the righteons go,
Thy mercy to declare.

• 4 Among th' assemblies of thy saints,
Our thankful voice we raise;

-Here we have told thee our complaints,
And here we speak thy praise.

C. M. THIRD PART. Colchester. Mear. [*]
V. 22, 23. Christ the Foundation of his Church.

EHOLD, the sure foundation stone,
Which God in Zion lays,

To build our heavenly hopes upon,
And his eternal praise.

e 2 Chosen of God, to sinners dear,

And saints adore the name;

• They trust their whole salvation here, Nor shall they suffer shame.

e 3 The foolish builders, scribe and priest,
Reject it with disdain;

Yet on this rock the church shall rest,
And envy rage in vain.

g 4 What though the gates of hell withstood,
Yet must this building rise;

"Tis thine own work, almighty God,

And wondrous in our eyes.

C. M. FOURTH PART. Sunday. Bethlehem. [*]

V. 24, 25, 26. Hosunna for the Lord's Day.

} HIS is the day the Lord hath made;

TH

He calls the hours his own: