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Redeems the pris'ners doom'd to die,

And fills their tongues with praise. Reading. C. M. Second PART. St. Paul's. Zion. [*]

V. 13–21.-Prayer heard, and Zion restored.

1 T ET Zion and her sons rejoiced U Behold the promis'd hour! - Her God hath heard her mourning voice,

And comes t exalt his pow'r. e 2 Her dust and ruins that remain,

Are precious in our eyes ; o Those ruins shall be built again,

And all that dust shall rise. g 3 The Lord shall raise Jerusalem,

And stand in glory there; Nations shall bow before his name,

And kings attend with fear..
p 4 He sits a Sov'reign on his throne,

With pity in his eyes ;
He hears the dying pris'ners groan,

And sees their sighs arise.
-5 He frees the souls condemn'd to death;

And, when his saints complain,
It shan't be said that praying breath

Was ever spent in vain.
0 6 This shall be known, when we are dead,

And left on long record, -
That ages yet unborn, may read,
And trust and praise the Lord.

L. M. Dresden. Leeds. [b] V.23_28.Saints die, but Christ and the Church lite. 1 TT is the Lord our Saviour's hand,

I Weakens our strength amidst the race ; e Disease and death, at his command,

Arrest us, and cut short our days. o 2 Spare us, O Lord, aloud we pray,

Nor let our sun go down at noon :
o Thy years are one eternal day,
e And must thy children die so soon!
-3 Yet, in the midst of death and grief,

This thought our sorrow shall assuage;
"Our Father and our Saviour live;
“Christ is the same through ev'ry ago."

g 4 'Twas He this earth's foundation laid ;

Heav'n is the building of his hand : e This earth grows old, these heavens shall fade,

And all be chang'd at his command. -5 The starry curtains of the sky,

Like garments, shall be laid aside ; g But still thy throne stands firm and high ;

Thy church for ever must abide. 0 6 Before thy face thy church shall live,

And on thy throne thy children reign: o This dying world shall they survive,

And the dead saints be rais'd again. PSALM 103. L. M. First PART. Nantwich. [*1

Ver. 1-7.-God's Goodness to Soul and Body. 1 DLESS, O my soul, the living God;

D Call home thy thoughts that roye abroad; o Let all the pow'rs within me join,

In work and worship so divine.
2 Bless, O my soul, the God of grace ;
His favours claim thy highest praise ;
Why should the wonders he hath wrought

Be lost in silence, and forgot?
e 3 'Tis he, my soul, who sent his Son,

To die for crimes which thou hast done ; o He owns the ransom and forgives

The hourly follies of our lives.
4 The vices of the mind he heals,

And cures the pains that nature feels: o Redeems the soul from hell, and saves

Our wasting life from threat'ning graves. --5 Our youth, decay'd, his pow'r repairs ;

His mercy crowns our growing years:
He satisfies our mouth with good,
And fills our hope with heav'nly food.
6 He sees the oppressor, and th' opprest,

And often gives the suff'rers rest; g But will his justice more display,

In the great, last, rewarding day. - [His pow'r he shew'd by Moses' hands,

And gave to Israel his commands: e But sent his truth and mercy down,

To all the nations,-hy his Son.

-8 Let the whole earth his pow'r confess,

Let the whole earth adore his grace : o The Gentile with the Jew shall join, In work and worship so divine.] Brentford.

L. M. Second PART. Green's. [*] Ver. 8—18.—God Merciful in Chastisement. 1 THE Lord, how wond'rous are his ways !

1 How firm his truth ! how large his grace!, He takes his mercy for his throne,And thence he makes his glories known. 2 Not half so high his pow'r hath spread The starry heav'ns above our head, As his rich love exceeds our praise, Exceeds the highest hopes we raise. 3 Not half so far has nature plac'd The rising morning from the west, As his forgiving grace removes

The daily guilt of those he loves
e 4 How slowly doth his wrath arise !
o On swifter wings salvation flies:
e And, if he lets his anger burn,
o How soon his frowns to pity turn!
--5 Amidst his wrath compassion shines;

His strokes are lighter than our sins ;
And while his rod corrects his saints,
His ear indulges their complaints.
6 [So fathers their young sons chastise,
With gentle hands and melting eyes;
The children weep beneath the smart,
And move the pity of their heart.

7 The mighty God, the wise and just,
Knows that our frame is feeble dust;
And will no heavy loads impose,
Beyond the strength that he bestows.
8 He knows how soon our nature dies,
Blasted by ev'ry wind that flies ;
Like grass we spring, and die as soon,
As morning flow'rs that fade at noon.
9 But his eternal love is sure
To all the saints, and shall endure ;

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From age to age his truth shall reign;
Nor children's children hope in vain.?
S. M. First Part. Kibworth. Dover. [*]
Ver. 1—7.-Spiritual and Temporal Mercies.
1n BLESS the Lord, my soul,

U Let all within me join ;
And aid my tongue to bless his name,

Whose favours are divine.
O 2 O bless the Lord, my soul,'

Nor let his mercies lie,
Forgotten in unthankfulness,

And without praises die. b 3 'Tis he forgives thy sins ;

- 'Tis he relieves thy pain; 'Tis he who heals thy sicknesses,

And makes thee young again. - 4 He crowns thy life with love,

When ransom'd from the grave; o He, who redeem'd my soul from hell,

Hath sov’reign pow'r to save. - 5 He fills the poor with good,

He gives the suff'rers rest?
o The Lord hath judgment for the proud,

And justice for th' opprest.
6 His wondrous works and ways

He made by Moses known ;
o But sent the world his truth and grace,

By his beloved Son. S. M. Second Part. Watchman. *7 Ver. 8-18.-Mercy in the midst of Judgment. 1 M Y soul, repeat His praise,

M Whose mercies are so great ; Whose anger is so slow to rise,

So ready to abate.
e 2 God will not always chide ;

And when his strokes are felt,
His strokes are fewer than our crimes,

And lighter than our guilt.
O 3 High as the heav'ns are rais’d,

Above the ground we tread;
So far the riches of his grace

Our highest thoughts exceed.

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- 4 His pow'r subdues our sins,

And his forgiving love,
Far as the East is from the 'West,

Doth all our guilt remove. e 5 The pity of the Lord

To those that fear his name,
Is such as tender parents feel;

He knows our feeble frame.
6 He knows we are but dust,

Scatter'd with ev'ry breath : e His anger, like a rising wind,

Can send us swift to death.
7 Our days are as the grass,

Or like the morning flow'r ;
If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field,
• It withers in an hour.
O 8. But thy compassions, Lord,

To endless years endure;
o And children's children ever find

Thy words of promise sure.] S. M. THIRD PART. St. Thomas's. [*] Ver. 19–22.-God's Dominion : or, Angelic Praise. 1 THE Lord, the sov'reign King,

1 Hath fix'd his throne on high ; O'er all the heav'nly world he rules,

And all beneath the sky.
. 2 Ye angels, great in might,

And swift to do his will,
Bless ye the Lord, whose voice ye hear,

Whose pleasure ye fulfil.
3 Let the bright hosts, who wait

The orders of their King,
And guard his churches when they pray,

Join in the praise they sing.
4 While all his wondrous works,

Through his vast kingdom, shew
Their Maker's glory, thou, my soul,

Shalt sing his graces too.

PSALM 104. L. M. Blendon. [*]
. God glorious in Creation and Providence.
M Y soul, the great Creator praise :
I I When cloth'd in his celestial rays,

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