PSALM 72.

(L. M. WALSAM.)

The glory and extent of Christ's kingdom.

1 JESUS shall reign, where'er the sun Does his successive journies run;

His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more. 2 To Him shall endless prayer be made; To him eternal honours paid: Remotest realms shall own his sway, And mightiest kings his power obey. 3 Blessings abound where'er He reigns; The captive drops his loosen'd chains; The weary find eternal rest;

And all the sons of want are blest.

4 In loftiest strains with one accord
Let all creation bless the Lord!
Let heaven and earth their voices raise,
To sound his everlasting praise!

PSALM 84.

(C. M. BEDFORD.)

The house of God pleasant to the Christian. 1 How pleasant is thy dwelling-place, O Lord of Hosts to me;

I love to tread thy sacred courts,
And there thy presence see.

2 How blest the saints, who round thy throne Their cheerful voices raise

They see thy face, thy glory see;

And all their work is praise.

3 How blest the saints, who here below
Within thy courts reside!

One day within thy courts exceeds
A thousand days beside.

4 For why? The Lord, our sun and shield, Will grace and glory give;

And no good thing from those withhold,
Who in his statutes live.

5 O Lord of hosts! the mighty Lord!
How highly blest is he,
Whose hope (the anchor of his soul)
Is firmly cast on Thee!

PSALM 85.

(L. M. ST. ANDREWS.)

Israel's bondage and deliverance a type of the Christian's. LORD! we behold thy sovereign grace Display'd towards Israel's captive race; When loosed from chains, the exile band Returning sought their native land. 2 Thy mercy all their misery heal'd, Their sins forgave, their pardon seal'd, Check'd in mid course thy dreadful ire, And bade the kindled flames expire. 3 On us, O Lord! that mercy shed: We too, like Israel, captive led,

The chains of bondage long have borne, And feel their weight, and feel and mourn. 4 Unloose the captives, set them free; Bring back the wanderers home to Thee; Speak to thy sorrowing people peace, And bid thy wrath forever cease.

PSALM 87.

(P. M. HAYDN.)

The blessedness of God's people.

1 GLORIOUS things of Thee are spoken, Zion, City of our God!

He, whose word cannot be broken,
Form'd thee for his own abode;
On the Rock of ages founded,

What can shake thy sure repose?
With salvation's walls surrounded,
Thou may'st smile at all thy foes.
2 Here the stream of living waters,
Springing from eternal love,
Flows to cheer thy sons and daughters,
And all dread of want removę:
None can faint, where such a river
Freely pours, their thirst t' assuage;
Blessings, which like God, the Giver,
Never fail from age to age.
3 Saviour! if in Zion's city

Thou record our worthless name,
Let the world deride or pity,
We may well endure the shame :
Fading is the sinner's pleasure,
All his boasted pomp and shew;
Solid joy and lasting treasure
None but Zion's children know.

PSALM 89.

(L. M. NEW SABBATH.)

The Gospel-jubilee. v. 15. 1 LOUD let the tuneful trumpet sound,

And spread the joyful tidings round:

Let every soul with transport hear, And hail the Lord's accepted year ! 2 The rich inheritance, once lost, Restored, improved, we now may boast; Fair Salem our arrival waits, With golden streets and pearly gates.* 3 Her blest inhabitants no more Bondage and poverty deplore; No debt, but love immensely great; The joy still rises with the debt,

4 How blest are they, who know the sound, That spreads these joyful tidings round, And speaks a Jubilee begun,

Which through eternal years shall run!

PSALM 90.

(C. M. IRISH.)

The mortality of man, and eternity of God.
1 O GOD! our Help in ages past,
Our Hope in years to come,
Our Shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal Home !

2 Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting Thou art God;
To endless years the same.

3 Thy word commands our flesh to dust,
"Return, ye sons of men;"

All nations rose from earth at first,
And turn to earth again.

* Rev. xxi, 21.

4 Oh! teach our souls life's fleeting space
With wisdom's eye to see;
And waft them on the wings of grace,
To glory and to Thee.
PSALM 90.

(C. M. ST. JAMES'S.)

The shortness of life a reason for watchfulness. 1 COME let us mark the narrow bounds Of each revolving year:

How swift the weeks complete their rounds!
How short the months appear!

2 So fast eternity comes on,
And that important day,

When God will all that men have done
In his just balance weigh.

3 Yet, like an idle tale, we pass

The swift revolving year;
And study artful ways to' amass
Our store of comfort here.

4 Waken, O God! each trifling heart
Its great concern to see ;
That all may act the Christian part,
And give the year to Thee.

5 So peace shall mark the round they roll,
If future years arise ;
Or this shall bear away the soul
To joy that never dies.

PSALM 91.

(C. M. MESSIAH.)

The security of the Christian.

1 INCARNATE God! the soul that knows

Thy name's mysterious power,