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PSALM 144. C. M. First Part. Bedford. [*]

v. 1, 2.-Aid and Victory in Spiritual Warfare. 1 DOR ever blessed be the Lord,

T 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. p 1 T ORD, what is man, poor feeble man,

L Born of the earth at first!
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.
1 TTAPPY the city, where their sons,

II Like pillars round a palace set;
And daughters, bright as polish'd stones,
Gives strength and beauty to the state.
2 Happy the country, where the sheer,
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. *7

The Greatness of God.
1 M Y God, my King, thy various praise,

I 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. 0 5 Let distant times and nations raise

The long succession of thy praise ;
And unborn ages make my song

The joy and labour of their tongue.
& 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. 01 T ONG as I live I'll bless thy name,

U 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. C. M. SECOND Part. Swanwick. [*]

Ver. 7, &c.The Goodness of God. 01 SWEET is the mem'ry of thy grace,

N My God, my beav'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,

And fills their mouth with good. e 4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord ! e How slow thine anger moves ! o But soon he sends his pard’ning word,

To cheer the souls he loves.
o 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.
IT ET ev'ry tongue thy goodness speak,

I Thou soy'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 cry; 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 Lordk shall say,

They sought the Lord in vain.
7 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. 1 (DRAISE ye the Lord ; my heart shall join,

I In 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 endựres ;
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 hores 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. - 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 T'LL praise my Maker with my breath ;

1 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 fiesh 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.

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