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To thee will I direct my prayer, , 6 His laws are just and pure;
To thee lift up mine eye:

His truth without deceit; 2 Up to the hills, where Christ is gone,

His promises forever sure, To plead for all his saints,

And his rewards are great. Presenting at his Father's throne 7 (Not honey to the taste,

Our songs and our complaints. Affords so much delight; 3 Thou art a God, before whose sight Nor gold that has the furnace pass'd The wicked shall not stand ;

So much allures the sight. Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, 8 While of thy works I sing,

Nor dwell at thy right hand. Thy glory to proclaim, 4 But to thy house will I resort,

Accept the praise, my God, my King, To taste thy mercies there;

In my Redeemer's name.]
I will frequent thine holy court,
And worship in thy fear.

PSALM 19. 2d Part. S. M, X

Dover, Watchman. 50 may thy Spirit guide my feet

God's word most excellent ; or, sincerIn ways of righteousness! Make every path of duty straight

ity and watchfulness.

for a Lord's day morning. And plain before my face.

1 EHOLD the morning sun PAUSE.

Begins his glorious way! 6 My watchful enemies combine

His beams through all the nations run, 'l'o tempt my feet astray ;

And life and light convey.
They flatter with a base design
To make my soul their prey.

2 But where the gospel comes, 17 Lord, crush the serpent in the dust, It calls dead sinners from their tombs,

It spreaus diviner light;
And all his plots destroy ;
While those, that in thy mercy trust,

And gives the blind their sight. Forever shout for joy.

3 How perfect is thy word !

And all thy judgments just; 8 The men, that love and fear thy name, Forever sure thy promise, Lord, Shall see their hopes fulfillid;

And men securely trust.
The mighty God will compass them
With favour as a shield. 4 My gracious God, how plain

Are thy directions given!
PSALM 19. 1st Part. S.M. XO may I never read in vain,
Dover, Hopkins, St. Thomas.

Buto find the path to heaven.

The books of nature and scripture. 5 I hear thy word with love,
For a Lord's day morning.

And I would fain obey ;
EHOLD the lofty sky Send thy good Spirit from above,

Declares its Maker, God; To guide me, lest I stray. And all his starry works on highlO who can ever find Proclaim his power abroad.

The errors of his ways? The darkness and the light Yet with a bold presumptuous mind Still keep their course the same ; I would not dare transgress. While night to day, and day to nightly Warn me of every sin; Divinely teach his name.

Forgive my secret faults, 3 In every different land

And cleanse this guilty soul of mine, Their general voice is known; Whose crimes exceed my thoughts. They show the wonders of his hand, 8 While with my heart and tongue And orders of his throne.

I spread thy praise abroad, 4 Ye Christian lands, rejoice! Accept the worship and the song, Here he reveals his word;

My Saviour and my God.
We are not left to nature's voice
To bid us know the Lord.

PSALM 63. 1st Part. C. M. # 5 His statutes and commands

Parma, . Are set before our eyes ;

The morning of a Lord's day.
He puts his gospel in our hands, 1
Where our salvation lies.

ARLY, my God, without delay,



416} PSALM 63. 1st Part. c. M. * 418}

My thirsty spirit faints away, One thought of thee gives new delight,

Without thy cheering grace. And adds refreshment to my bed. 2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand, 8 I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice, Beneath a burning sky,

While I have breath to pray or praise ; Long for a cooling stream at hand, This work shall make my heart rejoice,

And they must drink or die. And spend the remnant of my days, 3 I've seen thy glory and thy power

PSALM 63. S. M. My God, repeat that heavenly hour,

Hopkins, Thacher. That vision so divine !

Seeking God. 4 Not all the blessings of a feast Can please my soul so well,

'My God, permit my tongue

This joy, to call thee mine ; As 'when thy richer grace I taste, | And let my early cries prevail And in thy presence dwell.

To taste thy love divine. 5 Not life itself, with all her joys, 2 My thirsty, fainting soul

Can my best passions move, Thy mercy does implore; Or raise so high my cheerful voice, Not travellers in desert lands, As thy forgiving love.

Can pant for water more. 6 Thus till my last expiring day, 3. Within thy churches, Lord,

Pil bless my God and King ; I long to find my place ; Thus will I lift my hands to pray, Thy power and glory to behold, And tune my lips to sing.

And feel thy quickening grace. PSALM 63. - L. M.

4 For life without thy love 417} Eaton, Green's Hundredth.

No relish can afford ;

No joy can be compar'd to this, Longing aflerGod; or, the love of

To serve and please the Lord. God better than life.

5- To thee I'll lift my hands, 1 ' REAT God, indulge my humble

And praise thee while I live ; claim ;

Not the rich dainties of a feast Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest; Such food or pleasure give. The glories that compose thy name Stand all engag'd to make me blest. 6 In wakeful hours of night,

I call my God to mind; 2Thou great and good, thou just and wise, I think how wise thy counsels are, Thou art my Father and my God; And all thy dealings kind. And I am thine by sacred ties; Thy son, thy servant bought with blood.? Since thou hast been my help, 3 With heart, and eyes, and lifted hands, And on thy watchful providence

To thee my spirit flies,
For thee 1 long, to thee I look ;

My cheerful hope relies.
As travellers, in thirsty lands,
Pant for the cooling water-brook. 8 The shadow of thy wings

My soul in safety keeps ; $ With early feet I love t appear

I follow where my Father leads, Among thy saints, and seek thy face ;

And he supports my steps.
Oft have I seen thy glory there,
And felt the power of sovereign grace.

HYMN 14. B. 2. S. M. X 5 Not fruits nor wines that tempt our taste,


Silver Street, Watchman. Nor all the joys our senses know,

The Lord's day; or, delight in ordinances. Could make me so divinely blest,

1 Or raise my cheerful passions so.

WELCOME, sweet day of rest,

; 6 My life itself, without thy love, Welcome to this reviving breast No taste of pleasure could afford; And these rejoicing eyes ! "Twould but a tiresome burden prove, 2 The King himself comes near, If I were banish'd from the Lord.

And feasts his saints to-day ; 7 Amidst the wakeful hours of night, Here we may sit, and see him here, When busy cares afflict my head, And love, and praise, and pray,


3 One day amidst the place The sleeping Conqueror arose,

Where 'my dear God hath been, 'And burst their feeble chain. Is sweeter than ten thousand days 4 To thy great name, Almighty Lord, Of pleasurable sin.

These sacred hours we pay; 4. My willing soul would stay And loud hosannas shall proclaim In such a frame as this;

The triumph of the day. And sit and sing herself away 5 [Salvation and immortal praise To everlasting bliss.

To our victorious King; (seas,

Let heaven, and earth, and rocks, and
PSALM 92. 1st Part. L. M. X

With glad hosannas ring.)
Gloucester, Antigua.

day ) .

Braintree, York. To praise thy name, give thanks and Hosanna ; the Lord's day; or, Christ's To shew thy love by morning light,[sing, resurrection and our salvation, And talk of all thy truth at night. 1 THIS is the day the Lord hath made, 2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest, No mortal cares shall seize my breast : Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad, O may my heart in tune be found, And praise surround the throne. Like David's harp of solemn sound! |2 To-day he rose, and left the dead, 3 My heart shall triumph in my Lord,

And Satan's empire fell ; And bless his works, and bless his word”; To-day the saints his triumphs spread, Thy works of grace, how bright they

And all his wonders tell. shine!

3 Hosanna to th’ anointed King, How deep thy counsels! how divine ! To David's holy Son: 4 Fools never raise their thoughts so high : Help us, O Lord; descend and bring Like brutes they live,like brutes they die;

Salvation from thy throne. Like grass they fourish, till thy breath 4 Biest be the Lord, who comes to men Blast them in everlasting death.

With messages of grace; 5 But I shall share a glorious part,

Who comes in God his Father's name, When grace hath well refin’d my heart,

To saye our sinful race. And fresh supplies of joy are shed, ' 5 Hosanna in the highest strains Like holy oil, to cheer my head. The church on earth can raise ; 6 Sin (my worst enemy before)

The highest heavens, in which he reigns, Shall vex my eyes and ears no more ;

Shall give him nobler 'praise.
My inward foes shall all be slain,
Nor Satan break my peace again.

PSALM 118. S. M. 7 Then shall I see, and hear, and know An hosanna for the Lord's day; or, a

Thacher, Dover. All I desir'd or wish'd below;

new song of salvation by Christ. In that eternal world of joy.

Yet God hath built his church thereon,

In spite of envious Jews.
Irish, .

2 The scribe and angry priest
The Lord's day ; or, the resurrection of Christ.

Reject thine only Son; dawning rays Beneld our rising God;

corner-stone. That saw him triumph o'er the dust, 3 The work, O Lord, is thine, And leave his dark abode !

And wondrous in our eyes ; 2 In the cold prison of a tomb

This day declares it all divine, The dead Redeemer lay,

This day did, Jesus rise, Till the revolving skies had brought 4 This is the glorious day, The third, the appointed day.

That our Redeemer made ; 3 Hell and the grave unite their force Let us rejoice, and sing, and pray, To hold our God in vain ;

Let all the church be glad.


And every power

find sweet employ 1 SEThe builders did refuse ;

421}. HYMN 72.1. B. 2. C. M.

424} Nantwich, Old Hundred.

5 Hosanna to the King

6 Now is the time: he bends his ear, Of David's royal blood;

And waits for your request; Bless him, ye saints; he comes to bring Come, lest he rouse his wrath, and swear Salvation from your God.

“Ye shall not see my rest.”
6 We bless thine holy word,
Which all this grace displays;

And offer on thine altar, Lord,
Our sacrifice of praise.


PSALM 95. S. M.

Silver Street, Dover.
PSALM 118. L. M.

.1 fisalm before sermon.

1 The same.

And hymns of glory, sipg ;

, 'LO

0! what a glorious corner-stone Jehovah is the sovereign God,

The Jewish builders did refuse; The universal King. But God hath built his church thereon, 2 He form’d the deeps unknown; In spite of envy, and the Jews.

He gave the seas their bound, 2 Great God! the work is all divine, The watery worlds are all his own, The joy and wonder of our eyes;. And all the solid ground, This is the day that proves it thine, 3 Come, worship at his throne, The day that saw our Saviour rise.

Come, bow before the Lord : 3 Sinners rejoice, and saints be glad ;/ We are his works, and not our own, Hosanna, let his name be blest ; He form'd us by his word. A thousand honours on his head,

4 To-day attend his voice, With peace, and light, and glory rest! Nor dare provoke his rod; 4 In God's own name he comes to bring Come, like the people of his choice, Salvation to our dying race ;

And own your gracious God. Let the whole church address their King 5 But if your ears refuse With hearts of joy, and songs of praise. The language of his grace, (Jews,

And hearts grow hard, like stubborn BEFORE PRAYER.

That unbelieving race;

6 The Lord, in vengeance drest, PSALM 95. C. M.

Will lift his hand, and swear, Rochester, Parma.

“ Ye that despis'd my promis’d rest A psalm before prayer.

“Shall have no portion there.ING to the Lord Jehovah's name, SING And in his strength rejoice ;

PSALM 95. L. M. * § When his salvation is our theme,

, Exalted be our voice,

Canaan lost through unbeliof; or, a 2With thanks approach his awful sight,

warning to delaying sinners.

A sacred song of 'soleinn praise : The whole creation's King.

God is a sovereign King; rehearse

His honours in exalted verse. 3 Let princes hear, let angels kncw

2 Come, let our souls address the Lord, How mean their natures seem, Those gods on high, and gods below, Who fram'd our natures with his word: When once compar'd with him.

He is our shepherd ; we the sheep

His mercy chose, his pastures keep. 4 Earth, with its caverns, dark and deep, 3 Come, let us hear his voice to-day, Lies in his spacious hand ;

The counsels of his love obey , He fix'd the seas what bounds to keep, Now let our harden'd hearts renew

And where the hills must stand. The sins and plagues that Israel knew. 5 Come, and with humble souls adore; 4 Israel, that saw, his works of grace, Come, kneel before his face; Tempted their Maker to

his face; O nay the creatures of his power A faithless, unbelieving brood,

Be children of his grace! That tir’d the patience of their God.


427} Luton, China, Castle Street.

The Lord's a God of boundless night,|'COME, let our voices join to raise

5 Thus saith the Lord, “How'false they 3 All that have motion, life and breath prove!

Proclaim your Maker blest; Forget my power; abuse my love: Yet when my voice expires in deat! “Since they despise my rest, I swear My soul shall praise him best. 6. Their feet shall never enter there."

'COME, dearest Lord, descend and

By ally the judgments of thy rcd, 431}: Hirish, St. Daviã:

And view those ancient rebels dead;

Blendon, Winchester. Attend the offer'd grace to-day ;

The love of Christ shed abroad in the hearr Nor lose the blessing by delay. 7 Seize the kind promise, while it waits,

dwell And march to Zion's heavenly gates:

By faith and love in every breast; Believe, and take the promis'd rest,

Then shall we know, and taste, and fee Obey, and be forever blest.]

The joys that cannot be express'd.

2 Come, fill our hearts with inward strength, 428}

HYMN 165. B. 2. C. M. b Make our enlarged souls possess
Barby, Bedford.

And learn the height, and breadth, and Unfruitfulness, ignorance, and unsanc- Of thine unmeasurable grace. [length lified affections.

3 Now to the God, whose power can do "LONGhave 1 sat beneath the sound More than our thoughts or wishes know,

Be everlasting honours done But still how weak my faith is found, By all the church, through Christ his Son.

And knowledge of thy word, 2 Oft I frequent thy holy place,

And hear almost in vain :
How small a portion of thy grace
My memory can retain !

3 [My dear Almighty, and my God,

B. 2. C. M. 1 And blessings of thy !]

Irish. 4 [How cold and feeble is my love ! The world's three chief temptations.


! How few affections there!] Honour, and gold, and sensual joy, 5 Great God! thy sovereign power impart,

How vain and dangerous too! To give thy word success! 2 (Honour's a puff of noisy breath ; Write thy salvation in my heart, Yet men expose their blood, And make me learn thy grace.

And venture everlasting death, 6 [Show my forgetful feet the way To gain that airy good. That leads to joys on high ;

3 While others starve the nobler mind, There knowledge grows without decay, And love shall never die.]

And feed on shining dust,
They rob the serpent of his food,

T' indulge a sordid lust.]

4 The pleasures that allure our sense PSALM 150. C. M.

Are dangerous snares to souls; 429} Christmas, Exeter, Parma. There's but a drop of flattering sweet, Ang of praise.

And dash'd with bitter bowls. 11 God's own house pronounce his

5 God is mine all-sufficient good, praise ; His grace he there reveals ;

My portion and my choice ; To heaven your joy and wonder raise,

In him my vast desires are fillid,

And all my powers rejoice. For there his glory dweils. 2 Let all your sacred passions move, 6 In vain the world accosts mine ear,

· While you rehearse his deeds: And tempts my heart anew ; But the great work of saving love I cannot buy your bliss so dear, Your highest praise exceeds.

Nor part with heaven for you

How low my hope of joy's above, WHEN in the light

of faith divine

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