PSALM 144. C. M. FIRST PART. Bedford. [*]

V. 1, 2.-Aid and Victory in Spiritual Warfare.

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FOR

NOR ever blessed be the I ord, My Saviour and my Shield; He sends his Spirit with his word,

To arm me for the field.

2 When sin and hell their force unite,
He makes my soul his care;
Instructs me to the heav'nly fight,
And guards me through the war.
3 A Friend and Helper, so divine,
Doth my weak courage raise :
He makes the glorious vict'ry mine;
And his shall be the praise.

C. M. SECOND PART. Reading. [b] V.3,4,5,6.—Vanity of Man, and Condescension of God. P1 LORD, what is man, poor feeble man,

of the earth at

His life a shadow, light and vain,
Still hasting to the dust!

2 O what is feeble dying man,
Or any of his race,

-That God should make it his concern,

To visit him with grace!

g 3 That God, who darts his lightnings down!
Who shakes the worlds above!

And mountains tremble at his frown-
How wondrous is his love!

L. M. Shoel. [*]

V. 12-15.-The happy City and Nation.
APPY the city, where their sons,

H Like pillars found a palace set

And daughters, bright as polish'd stones,
Gives strength and beauty to the state.
2 Happy the country, where the sheep,
Cattle, and corn, have large increase;
Where men securely work or sleep,
Nor sons of plunder break their peace.
3 Happy the nation thus endow'd;
But more divinely blest are those,

On whom the all-sufficient God

Himself, with all his grace, bestows.

PSALM 145. L. M.

Green's. Nantwich. [*]

The Greatness of God.

"Y God, my King, thy various praise,
Shall fill the remnant of my days;
Thy grace employ my humble tongue,
'Till death and glory raise the song.

u 2 The wings of every hour shall bear
Some thankful tribute to thine ear;
And every setting sun shall see
New works of duty, done for thee.
-3 Thy truth and justice I'll proclaim;
Thy bounty flows an endless stream:
Thy mercy swift; thine anger slow,-
e But dreadful to the stubborn foe.

g 4 Thy works with sov'reign glory shine,
And speak thy majesty Divine:

Let ev'ry realm with joy proclaim
The sound and honour of thy name.
o 5 Let distant times and nations raise
The lorg succession of thy praise ;
And unborn ages make my song
The joy and labour of their tongue.

e 6 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds?
-Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds:
g Vast-and unsearchable thy ways,
Vast-and immortal be thy praise.

C. M. FIRST PART. Barby. Mitcham. [*]
Ver. 1-7, 11-13.-The Greatness of God.

。 1 LONG as I live I'll bless thy name,

My King, my God of love;

My work and joy shall be the same,
In the bright world above.

-2 Great is the Lord; his pow'r unknown;
And let his praise be great:

I'll sing the honours of thy throne,

Thy works of grace repeat.

o 3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue; And while my lips rejoice,

The men, who hear my sacred song,
Shall join their cheerful voice.

-4 Fathers to sons shall teach thy Name,
And children learn thy ways;

o Ages to come thy truth proclaim,
And nations sound thy praise.

u 5 Thy glorious deeds of ancient date
Shall through the world be known;
Thine arm of pow'r, thine heav'nly state,
With public splendor shown.

g 6 The world is manag'd by thy hands;
Thy saints are rul'd by love:

And thine eternal kingdom stands,-
Though rocks and hills remove.

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C. M. SECOND PART.

Swanwick. [*]

Ver. 7, &c.-The Goodness of God.
WEET is the mem'ry of thy grace,
My God, my heav'nly King;

Let age to age thy righteousness,
In sounds of glory sing.

-2 God reigns on high; but ne'er confines
His goodness to the skies:

o Through the whole earth his bounty shines, And ev'ry want supplies.

e 3 With longing eyes thy creatures wait On thee for daily food;

o Thy lib'ral hand provides their meat, Ånd fills their mouth with good.

e 4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord! How slow thine anger moves!

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o But soon he sends his pard'ning word, To cheer the souls he loves.

• 5 Creatures, with all their endless race,
Thy pow'r and praise proclaim;

But saints, who taste thy richer grace,
Delight to bless thy name.

C. M. THIRD PART.

Sunday. [*]

Ver. 14-17, &c.-Mercy to Sufferers.

LET ev'ry tongue thy goodness speak,

Thou sov'reign Lord of all!

Thy strength'ning hands uphold the weak,
And raise the poor who fall.

2 When sorrow bows the spirit down,
Or virtue lies distrest,

Beneath some proud oppressor's frown,
Thou giv'st the mourner's rest.

3 The Lord supports our tott'ring days,
And guides our giddy youth;
Holy and just are all his ways,
And all his words are truth.

4 He knows the pain his servants feel,
He hears his children çry;
And, their best wishes to fulfil,
His grace is ever nigh.

5 His mercy never shall remove
From men of heart sincere :

He saves the souls, whose humble love
Is join'd with holy fear.

6 [His stubborn foes his sword shall slay,
And pierce their hearts with pain;
But none, who serve the Lord shall say,
They sought the Lord in vain.

My lips shall dwell upon his praise,
And spread his fame abroad;

Let all the sons of Adam raise
The honours of their God.]

PSALM 146. L. M. Old Hundred. [*]
Praise for Divine Goodness and Truth.
RAISE ye the Lord; my heart shall join,

1 [Pin works so pleasant, so divine:

Now while the flesh is mine abode,
And when my soul ascends to God.

2 Praise shall employ my noblest pow'rs,
While immortality endures;

My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life and thought and being last.
3 Why should I make a man my trust?
Princes must die, and turn to dust:
Their breath departs, their pomp and pow'r;
And thoughts all vanish in an hour.]
4 Happy the man, whose hopes rely
On Israel's God: He made the sky,

And earth and seas, with all their train;
And none shall find his promise vain.

5 His truth for ever stands secure ;
He saves the opprest, he feeds the poor;
He sends the lab'ring conscience peace,
And grants the pris'ner sweet release.

e 6 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind;
The Lord supports the sinking mind;
He helps the stranger in distress,

The widow and the fatherless.

-7 He loves his saints; he knows them well; e But turns the wicked down to hell: o Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns; Praise him in everlasting strains.

P. M. St. Helen's. [*]

Praise for Divine Goodness and Truth. 1 I'LL praise my Maker with my breath;

And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler pow'rs:
-My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life and thought and being last,
Or immortality endures.

e 2 Why should I make a man my trust?
e Princes must die, and turn to dust:

Vain is the help of flesh and blood:
Their breath departs, their pomp and pow'r,
And thoughts all vanish in an hour;

Nor can they make their promise good.

o 3 Happy the man, whose hopes rely
On Israel's God: He made the sky,
And earth and seas, with all their train:
-His truth for ever stands secure ;

He saves th' opprest, he feeds the poor;
And none shall find his promise vain.

e 4 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind;
The Lord supports the sinking mind;

He sends the lab'ring conscience peace : He helps the stranger in distress,

The widow and the fatherless,

And grants the pris'ner sweet release.