• 8 Then was the great salvation spread, 1 L. M. Islington. [*] Ver. 5-10. Christ our Sacrifice. TExceed our praise, surmount our tho't; HE wonders, Lord, thy love has wrought, Should I attempt the long detail, My speech would faint, my numbers fail. o 3 Lo! thine eternal Son appears, 7 The Spirit shall descend and show 1 LEST is the man, whose bowels move, Bad melt with pity to the poor; p Whose soul, by sympathizing love, Feels what his fellow saints endure. -2 His heart contrives for their relief More good than his own hands can do; e He, in a time of gen'ral grief, -Shall find the Lord has mercy too. 3 His soul shall live secure on earth, With secret blessings on his head; o When drought, and pestilence, and dearth, Around him multiply their dead. e 4 Or, if he languish on his couch, -God will pronounce his sins forgiv'n; o Will save him with a healing touch, Or take his willing soul to heav'n. PSALM 42. C. M. FIRST PART. Plymouth. [b] 1 e Ver. 1-5. WIT Desertion and Hope. ITH earnest longings of the mind, -So pants the hunted hart to find, And taste the cooling brook. e 2 When shall I see thy courts of grace, And meet my God again? e So long an absence from thy face My heart endures with pain. 3 Temptations vex my weary soul, And tears are my repast; -The foe insults without control, d "And where's your God at last?" p 4 'Tis with a mournful pleasure now Then to thy house did numbers go, e 5 But why, my soul, sunk down so far, Why do my thoughts indulge despair, -6 Hope in the Lord, whose mighty hand o For I shall yet before him stand, And sing restoring love. Ver. 6-11. Hope in Affliction. Y spirit sinks within me, Lord- And times of past distress record, When I have found my God was kind. e 2 Huge troubles, with tumultuous noise, Swell like a sea, and round me spread; Thy water-spouts drown all my joys, And rising waves roll o'er my head. -3 Yet will the Lord command his love, When I address his throne by day; Nor in the night his grace remove, The night shall hear me sing and pray. e 4 I'll cast myself before his feet, d And say, 'My God, my heav'nly Rock, p'Why doth thy love so long forget The soul that groans beneath thy stroke?' -5 I'll chide my heart that sinks so low, e Why should my soul indulge in grief? o Hope in the Lord, and praise him too; He is my rest, my sure relief. • 6 Thy light and truth shall guide me still; Thy word shall my best thoughts employ, And lead me to thy holy hill, My God, my most exceeding joy. PSALM 44. C. M. China. Bedford. [b] V. 1, 2, 3, 8, 15-26.. The Church's Complaint in Per 1 secution. LORD, we have heard thy works of old, Thy works of power and grace, When to our ears our fathers told The wonders of their days: 2 How thou didst build thy churches here. And make thy gospel known; o Amongst them did thine arm appear, Thy light and glory shone. o 3 In God they boasted all the day, Did thousands meet to praise and pray, e 4 But now our souls are seiz'd with shame, To hear the enemy blaspheme, And fools reproach thy grace. -5 [Yet have we not forgot our God, Nor falsely dealt with heav'n; Nor have our steps declin'd the road e 6 Though dragons all around us roar, And thine own hand has bruis'd us sore, PAUSE. 7 We are expos'd all day to die, As sheep for slaughter bound we lie -8 Awake, arise, Almighty Lord, e Why should we look like men abhorr'd, Or banish'd from thy face? 9 Wilt thou forever cast us off, p 10 Down to the dust our soul is bow'd, d Rise for our help, rebuke the proud, And all their pow'rs confound.] -11 Redeem us from perpetual shame, Our Saviour, and our God; 0 e We plead the honours of thy name, PSALM 45. S. M. MY Dover. [*] The Glory of Christ. 2 Now make thy glories known, And ride in majesty, to spread The conquests of thy word. 3 Strike through thy stubborn foes, -While justice, meekness, grace, and truth, 4 Thy laws, O God, are right, Thy throne shall ever stand; And thy victorious gospel proves A sceptre in thy hand. 0 5 Thy Father and thy God, Hath, without measure, shed His Spirit like a joyful oil e T' anoint thy sacred head. 6 Behold, at thy right hand The Gentile church is seen Like a fair bride in rich attire, And princes guard the queen. 7 Fair bride, receive his love, Forget thy Father's house, Forsake thy gods, thy idol gods, And pay thy Lord thy vows. 0 8 0 let thy God and King Thy sweetest thoughts employ; • Thy children shall his honours sing In palaces of joy.] C. M. Arundel. Mear. [*] Glories and Government of Christ. T'LL speak the honours of my King, 'I'His form divinely fair; None of the sons of mortal race May with the Lord compare. b 2 Sweet is thy speech, and heav'nly grace Upon thy lips is shed; -Thy God with blessings infinite g 3 Gird on thy sword, victorious Prince, Thy terrour shall strike through thy foes, And make the world obey. 4 Thy throne, O God, for ever stands, A peaceful sceptre in thy hands, -5 Justice and truth attend thee still; And God, thy God, thy soul shall fill, |