10 "I shall arise to praise thy name, C. M. THIRD PART. Bethlehem. St. Asaph's. [*] -1 Christ's Obedience and Death. Fbless my Saviour's name; NATHER, I sing thy wondrous grace, He bought salvation for the poor, And bore the sinner's shame. o 2 His deep distress has rais'd us high : Fulfill'd the law, which mortals broke, -3 His dying groans, his living songs, Than harp's or trumpet's solemn sound, o 4 This shall his humble foll'wers see, -They, by his death, draw near to thee, 85 Let heav'n, and all that dwell on high, While lands and seas assist the sky, g 6 Zion is thine, most holy God; e 1 L. M. FIRST PART. Dresden. Armley. [b] Christ's Passion, and Sinner's Salvation. EEP in our hearts, let us record DE The deeper sorrows of our Lord; a Behold the rising billows roll, To overwhelm his holy soul. e 2 In long complaints he spends his breath, -While hosts of hell, and pow'rs of death, And all the sons of malice, join, To execute their curst design. o 3 Yet, gracious God, thy pow'r and love 4 The pangs of our expiring Lord, Geneva. Carthage. [b] Ver. 7, &c. Christ's Sufferings and Zeal. WAS for our sake, eternal God, Thy Son sustain'd that heavy load Of base reproach and sore disgrace, And shame defil'd his sacred face. "TW [2 The Jews, his brethren and his kin, Abus'd the man that check'd their sin: While he fulfill'd thy holy laws, They hate him, but without a cause. 66 3 "My Father's house," said he, was made He felt, and mourn'd them as his own. Gall was the food they gave him there, -8 But God beheld; and, from his throne Marks out the men who hate his Son: o The hand that rais'd him from the dead, Shall pour forth vengeance on their head. PSALM 71. C. M. FIRST PART. York. [*] Ver. 5-9. The aged Saint's Reflections and Hope MY God, my everlasting hope, live upon thy truth; Thine hands have held my childhood up, 2 My flesh was fashion'd by thy pow'r, 3 Still has my life new wonders seen, Behold my days that yet remain, I trust them to thy care. 4 Cast me not off when strength declines, o 5 Then in the hist'ry of my age, C. M. SECOND PART. Barby. Sunday. [*] 1 Righteousness. M When I begin thy praise, Y Saviour, my Almighty Friend, e Where will the growing numbers end, The numbers of thy grace? -2 Thou art my everlasting trust, Thy goodness I adore; And since I knew thy graces first, I speak thy glories more. o 3 My feet shall travel all the length Of the celestial road; And march with courage in thy strength, p 4 When I am fill'd with sore distress -I'll plead thy perfect righteousness; o 5 How will my lips rejoice to tell My soul redeem'd from sin and hell, 6 [My tongue shall all the day proclaim His death has brought my foes to shame, 7 Awake, awake, my tuneful powers; I'll entertain the darkest hours, Nor think the season long.] C. M. THIRD PART. Hymn 2d. Canterbury. [b] 1 G I have declar'd thy heav'nly truth, p 2 Wilt thou forsake my hoary hairs, 3 Let me thy pow'r and truth proclaim And leave the savour of thy name 4 The land of silence and of death -O may these poor remains of breath PAUSE. [5 Thy righteousness is deep and high, Thy glory spreads beyond the sky, 6 Oft have I heard thy threat'nings roar, But when thy hand has press'd me sore, 7 By long experience have I known e 8 When I lie buried deep in dust, My flesh shall be thy care; e These with'ring limbs with thee I trust, 0 To raise them strong and fair. PSALM 72. L.M. 1ST PART. Oporto.Nantwich. [*] 1 Now give the kingdom to thy Son; Extend his pow'r, exalt his throne. 2 Thy sceptre well becomes his hands; All heav'n submits to his commands; His justice shall avenge the poor, And pride and rage prevail no more. o 3 With pow'r he vindicates the just, And treads th' oppressor in the dust; e His worship and his fear shall last, 'Till hours, and years, and time be past. o 6 The saints shall flourish in his days, obey; L. M. SECOND PART. Sheffield. Leeds. [*] Christ's Kingdom among the Gentiles. 1 ESUS shall reign, where'er the sun JDues his successive journies run; His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, 'Till moons shall wax and wane no more. • 2 (Behold the islands, with their kings, And Europe her best tribute brings; |