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o His heart is arm'd against the fear,
Draws heav'nly courage from his word;
To cheer his heart, and bless his eyes.
'C. M. St. Ann's. *]
Liberality Rewarded. 1 TJAPPY is he who fears the Lord,
1 And follows his commands; Who lends the poor, without reward;
Or gives with liberal hands.
To all the sons of need,
With blessings on his seed.
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;
Shall be his sure reward.
The Majesty and Condescension of God. 1 TE who delight to serve the Lord,
1 The honours of his name record;
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
Arm'd with his uncreated might.
And bends his care to mortal things :
And makes them company for kings.
To rescue their expiring name;
L. M. Quercy. [*]
God Sovereign and Gracious. 1 [VE servants of th'almighty King,
1 In ev'ry 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. ng With joy the mother views her son, And tells the wonders God has done ;
Faith may grow strong when sense despairs;
PSALM 114. L. M. Blendon. [*]
Miracles attending Israel's Journey. 1 W H EN 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.
Like lambs the little hillocks leap ;
Conscious of sov'reign pow'r at hand.
Make Jordan backward roll his tide ?
And whence the fright that Sinai feels ?
The true God : or, Idolatry reproved. TOT to ourselves, who are but dust, TV 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 ; © 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?" 0 3 The God, we serve, maintains his throne
Above the clouds, beyond the skies :
e 4 But the vain idols they adore,
Are senseless shapes of stone and wood;
A silver saint, or golden god.
Deaf are their ears, their eyes are blind :
Seem to be blind and deaf as they
Thy help, thy refuge, and thy rest,
And bless the people and the priest.
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.
P: M. Walworth. [*]
Popish Idolatry reproved. 1 N OT to our names, Thou only Just and True,
N 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 thru 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
4 The rich have statues well adorn'd with gold;
And trust the gods that saws and hammers made.] a 5 Be heay'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 krows thy sorrows, and restores thy peace
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 förbid 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. 1 IT LOVE the Lord, he heard my cries,
1 And pity'd ev'ry groan: Long as I live, when troubles rise,
I'll hasten to his throne.
And chas'd my griefs away :
While I have breath to pray!
And I drew near the dead;
Perplex'd my wakeful head.
“ Thou ever good and just ; “ Thy pow'r can rescue from the grave,
“ Thy pow'r is all my trust.” -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. 0 6 My God hath sav'd my soul from death,
And dry'd my falling tears;