o His heart is arm'd against the fear,
o For God with all his pow'r is there.
g 4 His soul, well fix'd upon the Lord,
Draws heav'nly courage from his word;
Amidst the darkness light shall rise,
To cheer his heart, and bless his eyes.
-5 He hath dispers'd his alms abroad;
His works are still before his God;
His name on earth shall long remain,
While envious sinners fret in vain.

'C. M. St. Ann's. [*]
Liberality Rewarded.

APPY is he who fears the Lord,

Hand follows his commands;

Who lends the poor, without reward;
Or gives with liberal hands.

2 As pity dwells within his breast,
To all the sons of need,

So God shall answer his request,
With blessings on his seed.
3 No evil tidings shall surprise
His well established mind;
His soul to God his refuge flies,
And leaves his fears behind.
4 In times of general distress,
Some beams of light shall shine,
To shew the world his righteousness,
And give him peace divine.

5 His works of piety and love

Remain before the Lord;

Honour on earth, and joys above,
Shall be his sure reward.

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PSALM 113. P. M. St. Helen's. [*]
The Majesty and Condescension of God.
YE who to his name record;
E who delight to serve the Lord,

His sacred name forever bless:
Where'er the circling sun displays
His rising beams, or setting rays,

Let lands and seas his power confess.
2 Not time nor nature's narrow rounds,
Can give his vast dominion bounds;

The heav'ns are far below his height:

e Let no created greatness dare With our eternal God compare,

Arm'd with his uncreated might. e 3 He bows his glorious head to view What the bright hosts of angels do,

And bends his care to mortal things: -His sov'reign hand exalts the poor; He takes the needy from the door,

And makes them company for kings.
4 [When childless families despair,
He sends the blessings of an heir,

To rescue their expiring name;
The mother with a cheerful voice,
Proclaims his praises and her joys:
Let ev'ry age advance his fame.]
L.M. Quercy. [*]

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God Sovereign and Gracious. E servants of th' almighty King,

Ya evry age his praises sing;

Where'er the sun shall rise or set,
The nations shall his praise repeat.
2 Above the earth-beyond the sky,
Stands his high throne of majesty;
Nor time nor place his pow'r restrain-
Nor bound his universal reign.

3 Which of the sons of Adam dare,
Or angels with their God compare?
His glories how divinely bright,
Who dwells in uncreated light!
4 Behold his love! he stoops to view
What saints above and angels do;
And condescends, yet more, to know
The mean affairs of men below.
5 From dust, and cottages obscure,
His grace exalts the humble poor;
Gives them the honour of his sons,
And fits them for their heav'nly thrones.
6 A word of his creating voice,
Can make the barren house rejoice:
Tho' Sarah's ninety years were past,
The promis'd seed is born at last.

With joy the mother views her son,
And tells the wonders God has done ;

Faith may grow strong when sense despairs;
If nature fails, the promise bears.]

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PSALM 114. L. M. Blendon. [*]
Miracles attending Israel's Journey.

THEN Israel, freed from Pharaoh's hand,

W Left the proud tyrant and his land,

The tribes, with cheerful homage, own
Their King, and Judah was his throne.
e 2 Across the deep their journey lay;
o The deep divides to make them way:
-Jordan beheld their march, and fled,
With backward current to his head.
• 3 The mountains shook like frighted sheep,
Like lambs the little hillocks leap;
Not Sinai on her base could stand,
Conscious of sov'reign pow'r at hand.
e 4 What pow'r could make the deep divide !
Make Jordan backward roll his tide?
Why did ye leap, ye little hills?

And whence the fright that Sinai feels?
g 5 Let ev'ry mountain, ev'ry flood,
Retire, and know the approaching God!
The King of Israel! see him here!
Tremble, thou earth, adore, and fear.
6 He thunders-and all nature mourns:
The rock to standing pools he turns;
Flints spring with fountains at his word,
And fires and seas confess the Lord.

PSALM 115. L. M. FIRST PART. Psalm 97th. [*]
The true God: or, Idolatry reproved.

OT to ourselves, who are but dust,
Not to ourselves is glory due;

Eternal God, thou only just,

Thou only gracious, wise and true!

g 2 Shine forth, in all thy dreadful name; e Why should a heathen's haughty tongue Insult us, and to raise our shame,

d Say, "Where's the God you've serv'd so long?" o 3 The God, we serve, maintains his throne Above the clouds, beyond the skies: Through all the earth his will is done; He knows our groans, he hears our cries,

e 4 But the vain idols they adore,
Are senseless shapes of stone and wood;
At best a mass of glitt'ring ore,

A silver saint, or golden god.

-5 [With eyes and ears they carve the head;
Deaf are their ears, their eyes are blind:
In vain are costly off'rings made,

And vows are scatter'd in the wind.

6 Their feet were never made to move,
Nor hands to save when mortals pray:
Mortals that pay them fear or love,
Seem to be blind and deaf as they.]

g 7 O Israel, make the Lord thy hope,
Thy help, thy refuge, and thy rest,
The Lord shall build thy ruins up,
And bless the people and the priest.

a 8 The dead no more can speak thy praise,
They dwell in silence in the grave;

o But we shall live to sing thy grace,
u And tell the world thy pow'r to save.

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P. M. Walworth. [*]

Popish Idolatry reproved.

TOT to our names, Thou only Just and True, Not to our worthless names is glory due; Thy pow'r and grace, thy truth and justice, claim Immortal honours to thy sov'reign name.

Shine thro' the earth, from heav'n thy blest abode, Nor let the heathen say, " And where's your God?" 2 Heav'n is thine higher court; there stands thy throne; And thro' the lower worlds thy will is done: Earth is thy work; the heav'ns thy hand hath spread; e But fools adore the gods their hands have made: -The kneeling crowd, with looks devout behold

Their silver saviours and their saints of gold.

3 [Vain are those artful shapes of eyes and ears,
The molten image neither sees nor hears;
Their hands are helpless, nor their feet can move;
They have no speech, nor thought, nor pow'r, nor love⚫
Yet sottish mortals make their long complaints
To their deaf idols and their moveless saints.

4 The rich have statues well adorn'd with gold; The poor content with gods of coarser mould; With tools of iron carve the senseless stock, Lopt from a tree, or broken from a rock: People and priest drive on the solemn trade, And trust the gods that saws and hammers made.] a 5 Be heav'n and earth amaz'd!-'Tis hard to say, Which the more stupid,-or their gods or they. o O Israel, trust the Lord; HE hears and sees; He knows thy sorrows, and restores thy peace His worship does a thousand comforts yield, He is thy help, and he thine heav'nly shield. 0 6 In God we trust: our impious foes in vain Attempt our ruin, and oppose his reign;

e Had they prevail'd, darkness had clos'd our days, And death and silence had forbid his praise:

s But we are sav'd, and live: let songs arise, And Zion bless the God who built the skies.

PSALM 116. FIRST PART. Canterbury. [* b] Recovery from Sickness.

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LOVE the Lord, he heard my cries,
And pity'd ev'ry groan:

Long as I live, when troubles rise,

I'll hasten to his throne.

2 I love the Lord: he bow'd his ear,
And chas'd my griefs away:
O let my heart no more despair,
While I have breath to pray!

e 3 My flesh declin'd, my spirits fell,
And I drew near the dead;

While inward pangs, and fears of hell,
Perplex'd my wakeful head.

d 4 "My God, I cry'd, thy servant save,
"Thou ever good and just;

"Thy pow'r can rescue from the grave, Thy pow'r is all my trust."

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-5 The Lord beheld me sore distrest, He bade my pains remove; Return, my soul, to God thy rest,

For thou hast known his love.

o 6 My God hath sav'd my soul from death, And dry'd my falling tears;