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 forever stands secure :

He saves th' oppress'd, he feeds the poor; He sends the lab'ring conscience peace, And grants the pris'ner sweet release.

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, But turns the wicked down to hell:

Thy God, O Zion! ever reigns;
Praise him in everlasting strains.

19}

Goodness of God, and vanity of men.

1 I'LL praise my Maker with my breath; And when my voice is lost in death,

Praise shall employ my nobler powers: My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.

PSALM 146. as 113th. P. M.
St. Hellens, Psalm 46.

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

Vain is the help of flesh and blood; Their breath departs, their pomp and power And thoughts all vanish in an hour; Nor can they make their promise good.

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 forever stands secure:

He saves th' oppress'd, he feeds the poor, And none shall find his promise vain. 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. 5 He loves his saints, he knows them well, But turns the wicked down to hell: Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns; Let every tongue, let every age In this exalted work engage; Praise him in everlasting strains. 6 I'll praise him while he lends me breath; And when my voice is lost in death,

Praise shall employ my nobler powers: My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures.

20}

HYMN 22. B. 2. L. M.
Truro, Blendon.

Grandeur of God, or his terrible majesty.

1 TERRIBLE God, who reign'st on high, How awful is thy thund'ring hand! The fiery bolts, how fierce they fly! Nor can all earth or hell withstand. 2 This the old rebel angels knew,

And Satan fell beneath thy frown; Thine arrows struck the traitor through, And weighty vengeance sunk him down. 3 This Sodom felt-and feels it stillAnd roars beneath th' eternal load; "With endless burnings who can dwell, "Or bear the fury of a God?"

4 Tremble, ye sinners, and submit ;
Throw down your arms before his throne:
Bend your heads low beneath his feet,
Or his strong hand shall crush you down.
5 And ye, bless'd saints, that love him too,
With rev'rence bow before his name;
Thus all his heavenly servants do:
God is a bright and burning flame.

21

HYMN 42. B. 1. C. M. or b
Dundee, St. Ann's.

Grand eur of God, or divine wrath and mercy. 1 ADORE and tremble, for our God Is a consuming fire ;*

His jealous eyes his wrath inflame,
And raise his vengeance higher.

2 Almighty vengeance, how it burns!
How bright his fury glows!
Vast magazines of plagues and storms
Lie treasur'd for his foes.

3 Those heaps of wrath by slow degrees Are forc'd into a flame:

But kindled, O! how fierce they blaze! And rend all nature's frame.

4 At his approach the mountains flee,
And seek a wat❜ry grave;
The frighted sea makes haste away,
And shrinks up ev'ry wave.

5 Through the wide air the weighty rocks Are swift as hailstones hurl'd;

Who dares to meet his fiery rage,
That shakes the solid world?

6 Yet, mighty God! thy sov❜reign grace Sits regent on the throne,

• Heb. xii. 29.

The refuge of thy chosen race
When wrath comes rushing down.

7 Thy hand shall on rebellious kings A fiery tempest pour,

While we, beneath thy shelt'ring wings, Thy just revenge adore.

PSALM 145.

22}

L. M.
Old Hundred, Dunstan, Bath.
Greatness, truth, and justice of God.

1 MY 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.
2 The wings of ev'ry hour shall bear
Some thankful tribute to thine ear;
And ev'ry 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;
But dreadful to the stubborn foe.

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.

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: Vast and unsearchable thy ways;

Vast and immortal be thy praise!

PSALM 145. 1st Part. C. M.
Barby, Rochester.

23}

Greatness and mercy 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 power unknown, And let his praise be great;

I'll sing the honours of thy throne,
Thy works of grace repeat.

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

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

4 Fathers to sons shall teach thy name,
And children learn thy ways;
Ages to come thy truth proclaim,
And nations sound thy praise.

5 Thy glorious deeds of ancient date

Shall through the world be known: Thine arm of power, thy heavenly state, With public splendour shown.

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.

HYMN 86. B. 1. C. M. # or b
Charmouth, Canterbury.

24}

Holiness and majesty of God.

1 HOW should the sons of Adam's race

Be pure before their God;

If he contend in righteousness,
We fall beneath his rod.