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With wondrous motions, swift or slow, 4 Israel, a name divinely blest, Still wandering in the paths below. May rise secure, securely rest; 20 There ships divide their watery way, Admit no glumber nor surprise.
Thy holy guardian's wakeful eyes And flocks of scaly monsters play; There dwells the huge Leviathan,
5 No sun shall smite thy head by day, And foams and sports in spite of man.
Nor the pale moon with sickly ray
Shall blast thy couch; no balerul star PAUSE III. 21 Vast are thy works, Almighty Lord, 6 Should earth and hell with malice burn,
Dart his malignant fire so far. All nature rests upon thy word, And the whole race of creatures stand, Still thou shalt go, and still return Waiting their portion from thy hand. Şafe in the Lord; his heavenly care
Defends thy life from every snare. 22 While each receives his different food, His cheerful looks pronounce it good; And in thy last departing hour,
7 On thee foul spirits have no power ; Eagles and bears, and whales and worms Rejoice and praise in different forms. Angels, that trace the airy road, 23 But when thy face is hid, they mourn;
Shall bear thee homeward to thy God. And, dying, to their dust return; Both man and beast their souls resign, 64
Psalm 121. C. M. Life, breath and spirit, all are thine.
Dundee, Abridge. 24 Yet thou canst breathe on dust again,
Preservation by day and night.
1 And fill the world with beasts and men; To
There all my hopes are laid ; A word of tây creating breath Repairs the wastes of time and death. The Lord, that built the earth and skies,
Is my perpetual aid. 25 His works, the wonders of his might, Are honour'd with his own delight:
6 Their feet shall never slide nor fall, llow awful are his glorious ways !
Whom he designs to keep: The Lord is dreadful in his praise.
His ear attends the softest call;
His eyes can can never sleep. 26 The earth stands trembling at thy stroke,
3 He will sustain our weakest powers And at thy touch the mountains smoke ; Yet humble souls may see thy face,
With his almighty arın, Aod tell their wants to sovereign grace.
And watch our most unguarded hours 27 In thee my hopes and wishes meet,
Against surprising - harm. And make my meditations sweet;
4 Israel, rejoice, and rest secure, Thy praises shall my breath employ, His wakeful eyes employ his power
Thy keeper is the Lord; Till it expire in endless joy. 23 While haughty sinners die accurst,
For thine eternal guard. Their glory bury'd with their dust,'15 Nor scorching sun; nor sickly moon !, to my God, my heavenly King,
Shall have his leave to smite ; Inmortai hallelujahs sing.
He shields thy head from burning noon,
From blasting damps at night.
Where thickest dangers come ;
Go and return, secure from death,
Till God commands thee home. UP , ' ;
PSALM 121. H. M. 65
Bethesda, Portsmoush. There my Almighty Refuge lives.
God our preservet.
PWARD I eyes,
God is the tower
2 1He lives: the everlasting God, filme UPWAR God is all my and;
In every hour.
2 My feet shall never slide,
HYMN 83. B. 1. C. M. b Nor fall in fatal snares,
Durham, Windsor. Since God, my guard and guide, Amictions and death under providence. Defends me from my fears. Those wakeful eyes,
TOT from the dust affliction grows,
Yet we are born to cares and woes;
A sad inheritance !
2 As sparks break out from burning coals, 3 No. burning heats by day,
And still are upwards borne ; Nor blasts of evening air,
So grief is rooted in our souls, Shall take my health away,
And man grows up to mourn. If God be with me there :.
3 Yet with, my God I leave my cause, Thou art my sun,
And trust his promis'd grace: And thou my shade,
He rules me by his well-known laws.
Of love and righteousness.
4 Not all the pains that e'er. I bore 4 Hast thou not given thy word,
Shall spoil my future peace;
For death and hell can do no more To save my soul from death?
Than what my Father please.
HYMN 13. B. 2. L.M.
Luton, Nantwich, Truro., Till from on high
The creation, and dissolution of the world.
ING to the Lord who built the skies, Thou call me home.
The Lord who reard this stately
frame; HYMN 19. B. 2. C. M. Let all the nations sound his praise, Abridge, London.
And lands unknown repeat his name. Our bodies frail and God our preserver."Made every drop, and every dust;
2 He form’d the seas, and form'd the hills, Nor death nor danger fear ;
first But we'll confess, O Lord, to thee, 3 Now, from his high imperial throne, What feeble things we are. ,
He looks far down upon the spheres; 2 Fresh as the grass our bodies stand, He bids the shining orbs roll on,
And flourish, bright and gay; And round he turns the hästy years. A blasting wind sweeps o'er the land, 4 Thus shall this moving engine last, And fades the grass away.
Till all his saints are gather'd in: 3 Our life contains a thousand springs, Then for the trumpet's dreadful blast,
And dies, if one be gone: To shake it all to dust again. Strange! that a harp of thousand strings 5 Yet when the sound shall tear the skies, Should keep in tune so long.
And lightning burn the globe below, 4 But 'tis our God supports our frame, Saints, you may lift your joyful eyes, The God who built us first;
There's a new heaven and earth for you, Salvation to th’ Almighty Name That rear'd us from the dust.
PSALM 107. 4th Part. L. M. *
Eaton, Nantwich, Blendor. 5[He spake—and straight our hearts and
The seaman's song: In all their motions rose; (brains “ Let blood,” said he, "flow round the 1 WOULDyou behold the works of God, veins,
His wonders in the world abroad, And round the veins it flows.. Go with the mariners, and trace
The unknown regions of the seas. 6 While we have breath, or use our tongues 2. They leave their native shores behind; Our Maker we'll adore;.
And seize the favour of the wind, His Spirit moves our heaving lungs, Òr they would breathe no more.]
Till God command, and tempests rise, That heave the ocean to the skies.
3 Now to the heavens they mount amain; 2. HYMN 103. B. 2. L. M. Now sink to dreadful deeps again ;
Lost to all hope, to God they cry: Too dark to view with feeble sense
2 Now thou array'st thine awful face
In angry frowns, without a smile : 5 He bids the winds their wrath assuage ; We through the cloud believe thy grace, The furious waves forget their rage : Secure of thy compassion still. 'Tis calm; and sailors smile to see
3 Through seas and storms of deep distress The haven where they wish'd to be.
We sail by faith, and not by sight; 360 may the sons of men record Faith guides us in the wilderness,
The wondrous goodness of the Lord! Through all the terrors of the night. Let them their private offerings bring, 4 Dear Father, if thy lifted rod And in the church his glory siog. Resolve to scourge us here below;
Still let us lean upon our God, PSALU 107. C. M. * Thine arm shall bear us safely through.
70} Cambridge, Rochester, Abridge.
Psalm 73. S. M.
Sutton, Hopkins. 1THY "HY works of glory, mighty Lord, The mystery of providence unfolded. Thy wonders in the deeps,
1 The sons of courage shall record,
URE there's a righteous God, Who trade in floating ships.
Though men of vice may boast aloud, 2 At thy cornmand the winds arise, And men of grace complain.
And swell the to:vering waves; 2 I saw the wicked rise, The men, astonishi’d, mount the skies,
And felt my heart repine, And sink ini gaping graves.- While haughty fools, with scornful eyes, 5 [Agaia they climb the watery hills,
In robes of honour shine. And plunge in deeps again: 3 [Pamper'd with wanton ease, Each like a tottering drunkard reels, Their flesh looks full and fair ; And finds his courage vain. Their wealth rolls in like flowing seas,
And grows without their care. 4 Frighted to hear the tempest roar,
They pant with fluttering breath ; ' 4 Free from the plagues and pains And, hopeless of a distant sliore, That pious souls endure, Expect immediate death.] Through all their life oppression reigns,
And racks the humble poor. 5 Then to the Lord they raise their cries; • Their impious tongues blaspheme
He hears their loud request,
good man's name,
'The everlasting God: And lays the floods to rest.
And spreads their lies abroad. 6 Sailors rejoice to lose their fears, 6 But I, with flowing tears,
And see the storm allay'd: Indulg'd my doubts to rise ;
There let their vows be paid. “ The things below the skies.”] 7 'Tis God that brings them safe to land; 7 The tumults of my thought Let stupid mortals know
Held me in hard suspense,
To learn thy justice thence. 8 () that the sons of men would praise 8 Thy word with light and power
The goodness of the Lord! Dil my mistakes amend;
But here I learnt their end.
9 On what a slippery steep
PSALM 9. 2d Part. C. M. b And 0, that dreadful fiery deep,
The wisdom and equity of Providence 10 Lord, at thy feet I bow, 1 WHEN the great Judge, suprend My thoughts no more repine ;
and just, I call my God my portion now, Shall once enquire for blood, And all my powers are thine. The humble souls, who mourn in dust,
Shalt find a faithful God. PSALM 73. Ist Part. C.M. * 2 He from the dreadful gates of death 73} London, Dundee.
Doth his own children raise ; Afflicted saints happy, and prosper
In Zion's gates, with cheerful breath,
They sing their Father's praise. ous sinners cursed. 1 NOW I'm convinc'd the Lord is kind 3 His foes shall fall, with heedless feet, To men of heart sincere,
Into the pit they made; Yet once my foolish thoughts repin'd,
And sinners perish in the net And border'd on despair.
Which their own hands have spread.
4 Thus by thy judgments, mighty God, 21 griev'd to see the wicked thrive,
Are thy deep counsels known: And spoke with angry breath, When men of mischief are destroy’dl, “How pleasant and profane they live!
The snare must be their own. “How peaceful is their death.
PAUSE. 3“With well fed flesh and haughty eyes(5. The wicked shall sink down to hell ;
“They lay their fears to sleep ; “Against the heavens their slanders rise, That dare forget thee, or rebel
Thy wrath devour the lands
Against thy known commands. 4 "In vain I lift my hands to pray, 6 Thosaints to sore distress are brought,
“ And cleanse my heart in vain, And wait and long complain, “For I am chasten'd all the day. Their cries shall never be forgot,
“The night renews my pain.” Nor shall their hopes be vain. 5Yet while my tongue indulg'd complaints, 7 (Rise,great Redeemer, from thy seat, I felt my heart reprove;
To judge and save the poor, “Sure I shall thus offend thy saints, Let nations, tremble at thy feet,
“And grieve the men I love." And man prevail no more. 6 But still I found my doubts too hard, 8 Thy thunder shall affright the proud, The conflict too severe,
And put their hearts to pain, Till I retir'd to search thy word, Make them confess that thou art God, And learn thy secrets there.
And they but feeble men.] 7 There, as in some prophetic glass, 75} Old Hundred, Eaton, Blendon.
PSALM 36. L. M. High mounted on a slippery place, The perfections and providence of God; -or, general Beside a fiery pit.
providence and special grace. 8 I heard the wretch profanely boast, 1H
IGH in the heavens, eternal God! Till at thy frown he fell.;
Thy goodness in full glory shines; His honours in a dream were lost, Thy truth shall break thro' every cloud And he awoke in hell.
That veils and darkens thy designs. 9 Lord, what an envious fool I was! As mountains their foundations keep;
2 Forever firm thy justice standsg. How like a thoughtless beast ! Thus to suspect thy promisd grace, Thy judgments are a mighty deep.
Wise are the wonders of thy hands; And think the wicked blest.
3 Thy providence is kind and large; 10 Yet I was kept from full despair, Both man and beast thy bounty share ;
Upheld by power unknown: The whole creation is thy charge, That blessed hand that broke the snare But saints are thy peculiar care,
Shall guide me to thy throne.
4 My God! how excellent thy grace,
· PSALM 136. L. M. Whence all our hope and comfort springs,
Luton, Eaton, Wells. The sons of Adam in distress
Creation, providence and grace. Fly to the shadow of thy wings. IVE to our God immortal praise ! 5 From the provisions of thy house
Mercy and truth are all his ways; We shall be fed with sweet repast;
Wonders of grace to God belong, There mercy like a river flows,
Repeat his mercies in your song. And brings salvation to our taste.
2 Give to the Lord of lords renown,
The King of kings with glory crown ; 6 Life, like a fountain, rich and free,
His merciés ever shall endure, Springs from the presence of the Lord ;
When lords and kings are known no more. And in thy light our souls shall see The glories promis'd in thy word,
3 He built the earth, he spread the sky, And fix'd the starry lights on high :
Wonders of grace to God belong, PSALM 147. 1st Part. L. M. * Repeat his mercies in your song. Dunstan, Newcourt.
4 He fills the sun with morning light, Creation, providence and grace. He bids the moon direct the night :
His mercies ever shall endure, [more. PRAISE ye the Lord: "tis good to raise
Our hearts and voices in his praise : When suns and moons shall shine no Ilis nature and his works invite 5 The Jews he freed from Pharaoh's hand, To make this duty our delight. And brought them to the promis'd land :
Wonders of grace to God belong, The Lord builds up Jerusalem,
Repeat his mercies in your song. And gathers nations to his name; His mercy melts the stubborn soul,
6 He saw the Gentiles dead in sin, And makes the broken spirit whole.
And felt his pity work within :
His mercies ever shall endure, 3He form'd the stars, those heavenly flames; When death and sin shall reign no more. He counts their numbers, calls their 7 He sent his Son with power to save
names ; His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound, Wonders of grace to God belong,
From guilt, and darkness, and the grave; A deep, where all our thoughts are
Repeat his "mercies in your song. drown'd.
8 Thro’ this vain world he guides our feet, 4 Great is our Lord, and great his might; And leads us to his heavenly seat; And all his glories infinite:
His mercies ever shall endure, He crowns the meek, rewards the just,
When this vain world shall be no more. And treads the wicked to the dust.
PSALM 136. C. M.
Braintree, Irish: 5 Sing to the Lord, exalt him lögh,
God's wonders of creation, providence, redemption Who spreads his clouds around the sky; of Israel, and salvation of his people. There be prepares the fruitful rain. 'GW
IVE thanks to God, the sovereign
His mercies still endure; [Lord, 0 He makes the grass the hills adorn,
And be the King of king's adored,
His truth is ever sure. And clothes the smiling fields with corrr: The beasts with food his hands supply, 2 What wonders hath his wisdom done, And the young ravens when they cry.
How mighty is his hand !
Heaven, earth and sea he fram'd aloge: What is the creature's skill or force ? How wide is his command ! The sprightly man, the warlike horse, 3 The sun supplies the day with light: The nimble" wit, the active limb ? How bright his counsels shine! All are too mean delights for him. The moon and stars adorn the night!
His works are all divine. & But saints are lovely in his sight : He views his children with delight:
4 (He struck the sons of Egypt dead ;
How dreadful is his rod!
And thence with joy his people led :
How gracious is our 'God!