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Who always takes pleasure
His saints to advance, And with his salvation
The humble to bless. 3, 6 With glory adorn'd, flis people shall
sing To God, who their beds
With safety does shield; Their mouths fill'd with praises
Of him their great King; Whilst a two-edged sword
Their right hand shall wield. 7, 8 Just vengeance to take
For injuries past;
For ruin design'd;
To tie their kings fast,
Their nobles to bind.
When them they destroy,
Which God does proclaim:
His saints shall enjoy; O therefore for ever
Exalt his great Name.
PSALM CL. 1 0
Praise the Lord in that blest place,
From whence his goodness largely flows, Praise him in heav'n, where he his face
Unveil'd in perfect glory shows. 2 Praise him for
all the mighty acts Which he in our behalf liath done; His kindness this return exacts,
With which our praise should equal run. 3 Let the shrill trumpet's warlike voice
Make rocks and hills his praise rebound;
And gentle psaltry's silver sound.
And some with graceful motion dance;
With organs join'd, his praise advance. Let them, who joyful hymns compose,
To cymbals set their songs of praise ; Cymbals of common use, and those
That loudly sound on solemn days.
all that vital breath enjoy,
The breath he does to them afford, In just returns of praise employ:
Let ev'ry creature praise the Lord.
TO Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God whom we adore, Be glory; as it was, is now,
And shall be evermore.
As Psalm 25.
And Spirit, glory be;
As the 100th Psalm.
The God whom earth and heav'n adore, Be glory; as it was of old,
Is now, and shall be evermore.
As Psalm 37, and 113. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God whom heav'n's triumphant host And suff'ring saints on earth adore,
Be glory; as in ages past, As now it is, and so shall last,
When time itself shall be no more.
As Psalm 148.
And Spirit, ever hlest,
It was, is now,
As Psalm 149. By angels in heav'n
'Of ev'ry degree, And saints upon earth,
All praise be addrest To God in Three Persons,
One God ever blest; As it has been, now is,
And always shall be.
Second Metre. COME, Holy Ghost; Creator,come, Till ev'ry heart which thou hast made
Is fill'd with grace divine, Thou art the Comforter, the gift
Of God, and fire of love;
And unction from above.
God's laws in each true heart;
Dost heav'nly speech impart. Enlighten our dark souls, till they
Thy sacred love embrace;
With thy celestial grace.
And give us peace within;
Escape the snares of sin. Teach us the Father to confess,
And Son, from death reviv'd;
Who art from both deriv'd.
The Son, from death restor'd,
Devoutly be ador'd
Has constantly been done,
When time his course has run.
FOR CHRISTMAS DAY.
Morning Service. HG ICH let us swell our tuneful notes,
And join th' angelick throng, For angels no such love have known,
T' awake a cheerful song.
Good-will to sinful men is shown,
And peace on earth is given;
With messages from heav'n.
His rising beams adoru;
To us a child is horn.
In highest worlds be paid;
And by our lives display'd,
Where Christ exalted reigns! And learn of the celestial choir
Their own immortal strains !
HARK, the herald angels sing,
Hark, the herald angels sing,
Glory to the new-born King.
Hark, the herald, &c.
Hark, the herald, &c.