The Gentiles make his name their trust,

And learn his righteousness.

o 3 Let the whole earth his love proclaim, With all her different tongues;

u And spread the honours of his name, In melody and songs.

St. Martin's.

C. M. SECOND PART. Arundel. Bethlehem. [*] The Messiah's Coming and Kingdom.

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OY to the world-the Lord is come!
Let earth receive her King:

o Let every heart prepare him room,

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And heav'n and nature sing.

-2 Joy to the earth-the Saviour reigns! Let men their songs employ ;

• While fields and floods, rocks, hills and plains, Repeat the sounding joy.

e 3 No more let sins and sorrows grow, Nor thorns infest the ground;

o He comes to make his blessings flow, Far as the curse is found.

g 4 He rules the world with truth and grace;
And makes the nations prove,

The glories of his righteousness,
And wonders of his love.

PSALM 99. S. M. FIRST PART. Peckham. [*]
Christ's Kingdom and Majesty.

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HE God, Jehovah, reigns!
Let all the nations fear;

e Let sinners tremble at his throne,
And saints be humble there.

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2 Jesus, the Saviour, reigns!
Let earth adore its Lord;

o Bright cherubs his attendants stand,
Swift to fulfil his word.

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3 In Zion is his throne,

His honours are divine:

His church shall make his wonders known ;
For there his glories shine.

4 How holy is his name!

How terrible his praise!

o Justice and truth, and judgment join,

In all his works of grace.

S. M.

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SECOND PART. Newton. Watchman. [*]
A holy God worshipped with Reverence.
XALT the Lord our God,

EXAL

And worship at his feet;

His nature is all holiness,

And mercy is his seat.

2 When Israel was his church,

When Aaron was his priest,

When Moses cry'd, when Samuel pray'd,—
He gave his people rest.

3 Oft he forgave their sins,

Nor would destroy their race;

And oft he made his vengeance known,
When they abus'd his grace.

4 Exalt the Lord our God,

Whose grace is still the same:

-Still he's a God of holiness,

And jealous for his name.

PSALM 100. L. M. 1ST PART. Old Hundred. [*] A plain translation.-Praise to our Creator.

E nations of the earth, rejoice,

1 YE

Before the Lord your sov'reign King; o Serve him with cheerful heart and voice, o With all your tongues his glory sing. e 2 The Lord is God;-'tis he alone Doth life and breath and being give; We are his work, and not our own; The sheep that on his pastures live. o 3 Enter his gates with songs of joy, With praises to his courts repair; And make it your divine employ, To pay your thanks and honours there. -4 The Lord is good; the Lord is kind; o Great is his grace, his mercy sure; g And the whole race of man shall find His truth from age to age endure.

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L. M. SECOND PART. Old Hundred. [*]
A Paraphrase.

ISING

ING to the Lord with joyful voice;
Let ev'ry land his name adore ;

The northern isles shall send the noise
Across the ocean to the shore.]

e 2 Before Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone,'
He can create, and he destroy.

-3 His sov'reign pow'r, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and form'd us men;
e And when like wand'ring sheep we stray'd,
o He brought us to his fold again.

e 4 We are his people, we his care; Our souls and all our mortal frame: • What lasting honours shall we rear, Almighty Maker, to thy name?

s 5 We'll crowd thy gates, with thankful songs; High as the heav'ns our voices raise ;

And earth with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
g 6 Wide-as the world, is thy command;
Vast-as eternity thy love:

Firm as a rock thy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.

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PSALM 101. L. M. Old Hundred. [*]
The Magistrate's Psalm.

Mind since they both to thee belong,

ERCY and judgment are my song;

My gracious God, my righteous King,
To thee my songs and vows I bring.
2 If I am rais'd to bear the sword,
I'll take my counsels from thy word;
Thy justice and thy heavenly grace
Shall be the pattern of my ways.
3 Let wisdom all my actions guide,
And let my God with me reside;
No wicked thing shall dwell with me,
Which may provoke thy jealousy.
4 No sons of slander, rage and strife
Shall be companions of my life;
The haughty look, the heart of pride,
Within my doors shall ne'er abide.

5 (I'll search the land, and raise the just
To posts of honour, wealth and trust;
The men who work thy holy will,
Shall be my friends and fav'rites still.)

6 In vain shall sinners hope to rise,
By flatt'ring or malicious lies;
And while the innocent I guard,
The bold offender shan't be spar'd.

7 The impious crew, that factious band,
Shall hide their heads, or quit the land;
And all who break the public rest,
Where I have pow'r, shall be supprest.
C. M. Mear. [*]

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A Psalm for a Master of a Family.

'justice and of grace I sing,
Aud pay my God my vows

Thy grace and justice, heav'nly King,
Teach me to rule my house.
2 Now to my tent, O God, repair,
And make thy servant wise;
I'll suffer nothing near me there,
That shall offend thine eyes.

3 The man who doth his neighbour wrong,
By falsehood, or by force,

The scornful eye, the sland'rous tongue,-
I'll thrust them from my doors.

4 I'll seek the faithful and the just,
And will their help enjoy ;

These are the friends whom I shall trust,
The servants I'll employ.

5 The wretch, who deals in sly deceit,
I'll not endure a night:
The liar's tongue I ever hate,
And banish from my sight.

6 I'll purge my family around,
And make the wicked flee,
So shall my house be ever found
A dwelling fit for thee.

PSALM 102. C. M. FIRST PART. China. [b]

Ver. 1-13, 20, 21.-A Prayer for the Afflicted.

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EAR
me, O God, nor hide thy face;
But answer,
lest I die:

Hast thou not built a throne of grace,
To hear when sinners cry?

p 2 My days are wasted, like the smoke,
Dissolving in the air;

My strength is dry'd, my heart is broke,
And sinking in despair.

3 My spirits flag, like with'ring grass,
Burnt with excessive heat;

In secret groans my minutes pass,
And I forget to eat.

4 [As on some lonely building's top,
The sparrow tells her moan,
Far from the tents of joy and hope,
I sit and grieve alone.

5 My soul is like a wilderness,

Where beasts of midnight howl:
Where the sad raven finds her place,
And where the screaming owl.

6 Dark dismal thoughts and boding fears,
Dwell in my troubled breast;

While sharp reproaches wound mine ears,
Nor give my spirit rest.

7 My cup is mingled with my woes,
And tears are my repast:

My daily bread like ashes grows
Unpleasant to my taste.

8 Sense can afford no real joy,
To souls that feel the frown;
Lord, 'twas thy hand advanc'd me high;
Thy hand hath cast me down.

9 My locks like wither'd leaves appear,
And life's declining light

Grows faint as evening shadows are,
That vanish into night.]

-10 But thou for ever art the same,
O my eternal God!

o Ages to come shall know thy name, And spread thy works abroad.

o 11 Thou wilt arise, and shew thy face,
Nor will my Lord delay,

Beyond th' appointed hour of grace,
That long expected day.

-12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry; And, by mysterious ways,