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Soon as I heard my Father fay
Sure there's a righteous God
Sweet is the memory of thy grace
Sweet is the work, my God, my King

EACH me the measure of my days
Th' Almighty reigns, exalted high
That man is bleft who ftands in awe
The earth forever is the Lord's
Thee will I love, O Lord, my ftrength
The God Jehovah reigns

The God of glory fends his fummons forth
The God of mercy be ador'd
The God of our falvation hears
The heavens declare thy glory, Lord
The King of faints, how fair his face
The Lord appears my helper now
The Lord, how wondrous are his ways
The Lord is come, the heavens proclaim
The Lord Jehovah reigns
The Lord my fhepherd is
The Lord of glory is my light
The Lord of glory reigns, he reigns on high
The Lord, the Judge, before his throne
The Lord, the Judge, his churches warns
The Lord, the fovereign King

The Lord, the fovereign, fends his fummons forth
The man is ever bleft

The praise of Zion waits for thee

The wonders, Lord, thy love has wrought
Think, mighty God, on feeble man
This is the day the Lord hath made
This fpacious earth is all the Lord's
Thou art my portion, O my God
Thou God of love, thou ever bleft
Thrice happy man who fears the Lord
Through every age, eternal God
Thus I refolv'd before the Lord
Thus faith the Lord, the fpacious fields
Thus faith the Lord, your work is vain
Thus the eternal Father fpake
Thus the great Lord of earth and fea
Thy mercies fill the earth, O Lord

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Thy name, Almighty Lord
Thy works of glory, mighty Lord
"Tis by thy ftrength the mountains ftand
To God I cry'd with mournful voice
To God I made my forrows known
To God the Father, God the Son
To God the Father's throne
To God the great, the ever bleft
To heaven I lift my waiting eyes
To our almighty Maker, Go
To thee before the dawning light
To thee, moft holy, and moft high
To thine almighty arm we owe
'Twas for our fake, eternal God
'Twas from thy hand, my God, I came
'Twas in the watches of the night

AIN man, on foolish pleafures bent

Up from my youth, may Ifrael fay
Up to the hills I lift mine eyes
Upward I lift mine eyes


E blefs the Lord, the juft, the good
We love thee, Lord, and we adore
What fhall I render to my God
When Chrift to judgment fhall defcend
When God is nigh, my faith is ftrong
When God, provok'd with daring crimes
When God reftor'd our captive flate
When God reveal'd his gracious name
When Ifrael, freed from Pharaoh's hand
When Ifrael fins, the Lord reproves
When I with pleafing wonder fland
When man grows bold in fin
When, overwhelm'd with grief
When pain and anguifh feize me, Lord
When the great Judge, fupreme and just
Where fhall the man be found

Where fhall we go to feek and find
While I keep filence, and conceal
While men grow bold in wicked ways
Who fhall afcend thy heavenly place

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Who fhall inhabit in thy hill
Who will arife and plead my right
Why did the Jews proclaim their rage
Why did the nations join to flay
Why do the proud infult the poor
Why do the wealthy wicked boaft
Why doth the Lord ftand off so far
Why doth the man of riches grow
Why has my God my foul forfook
Why fhould I vex my foul, and fret
Will God forever caft us off
With all my powers of heart and tongue
With earnest longings of the mind
With my whole heart I'll raife my fong
With my whole heart I've fought thy face
With reverence let the faints appear
With fongs and honours founding loud
Would you behold the works of God

YE angels round the throne

Ye holy fouls, in God rejoice
Ye iflands of the northern fea
Ye nations of the earth, rejoice
Ye fervants of th' almighty King
Ye fons of men, a feeble race
Ye fons of pride that hate the juft
Ye that delight to ferve the Lord
Ye that obey th' immortal King
Ye tribes of Adam join
Yet (faith the Lord) if David's race

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PSALM I. Common Metre. [*]

The way and end of the righteous and the wicked.



LEST is the man who fhuns the place
Where finners love to meet;

Who fears to tread their wicked ways,
And hates the fcoffer's feat:

2 But in the ftatutes of the Lord
Has plac'd his chief delight;
By day he reads or hears the word,
And meditates by night.

3 [He, like a plant of generous kind,
By living waters fet,

Safe from the ftorms and blafting wind,
Enjoys a peaceful state.]

Green as the leaf, and ever fair
Shall his profeffion fhine;
While fruits of holinefs appear,
Like clusters on the vine.

5 Not fo the impious and unjuft;
What vain defigns they form!
Their hopes are blown away, like duft,
Or chaff before the ftorm.

6 Sinners in judgment shall not fland
Amongst the fons of grace,

When Chrift the Judge at his right hand
Appoints his faints a place.

7 His eye beholds the path they tread;
His heart approves it well;
But crooked ways of finners lead
Down to the gates of hell.


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