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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. 1 TOY to the world—the Lord is come!

U Let earth receive her King : o Let every heart prepare him room, u And heav'n and nature sing. -2 Joy to the earth-the Saviour reigns !

Let men their songs employ; o 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. 1 THE God, Jehovah, reigns !

I Let all the nations fear; e Let sinners tremble at his throne, e And saints be humble there. - 2 Jesus, the Saviour, reigns !

Let earth adore its Lord ; o Bright cherubs his attendants stand,

Swift to fulfil his word. - 3 In Zion is his throne,

His honours are divine :
His church shall make his wonders known;

For there his glories shine. e 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. SECOND PART. Newton. Watchman. [*]

A holy God worshipped with Reverence. 1 LIXALT the Lord our God,

1 And worship at his feet; His nature is all holiness,

And mercy is his seat.
e 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.
O 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. 1 VE nations of the earth, rejoice,

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, 0 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.
L. M. Second Part. Old Hundred. (*)

A Paraphrase. 1 [SING to the Lord with joyful voice ;

D 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: o 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.
PSALM 101. L. M. Old Hundred. [*]

The Magistrate's Psalm.
1 M ERCY and judgment are my song ;

M And since they both to thee belong,
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. [*]
A Psalm for a Master of a Family,
1 n F justice and of grace I sing,

And 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.
1 TTEAR me, O God, nor hide thy face ;

II 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.
n 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 iong expected day. -12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry ;

And, by mysterious ways,

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