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O therefore save thy servants, Lord,
Whose souls so dearly cost;
Nor let the purchase of thy blood,
Thy precious blood, be lost.
We magnify thee day by day,
And ever worship thee:
Vouchsafe to keep us, Lord, this day
From sin and danger free.
Have mercy, mercy on us, Lord,
To us thy grace extend;
According as for mercy we
On thee alone depend!

In thee I have repos'd my trust,
And ever shall do so;
Preserve me then from ruin here,
And from eternal woe.


Or, The SONG of Zacharias,

Luke i. 68.

|He cast the mighty from their seat,
The meek and humble crown'd.
The hungry with good things were fill❜d,
The rich with hunger pin'd;

He sent his servant Israel help,
And call'd his love to mind;
Which to our fathers heretofore
By oath he did ensure,
To Abr'am and his chosen seed
For ever to endure.


Or, The SONG of Simeon, Luke ii. 29.

LORD, let thy servant now depart
Into thy promis'd rest,

Since my expecting eyes have been
With thy salvation blest:

Which till this time thy favour'd saints
And prophets only knew;

Long since prepar'd, but now set forth
In all the people's view.

OW bless'd be Israel's Lord and God, A light to shew the heathen world


Whose mercy at our need

Has visited his people's grief,
And them from bondage freed;
And rais'd in faithful David's house
Salvation, which of old,
E'er since the world itself began,
His prophets had foretold.
To save us from our spiteful foes,
And keep his oath in mind,
Which he to Abr'am heretofore,
And to our fathers sign'd;
That we, from fear and danger freed,
His temple may frequent;
And all our days, as in his sight,
In holy life be spent.

And thou, O child, shalt then be call'd
God's prophet, to declare
His message, and before his face

His passage to prepare:

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To give them light, who now in shades
Of night and death abide;
And in the way that leads to peace
Our footsteps safely guide.


Or, The SONG of the Blessed Virgin,
Luke i. 46.

MY soul and spirit, fill'd with joy,

My God and Saviour praise,
Whose goodness did from poor estate
His humble handmaid raise.

Me bless'd of God, the God of pow'r,
All ages shall confess;
Whose Name is holy, and whose love
His saints shall ever bless.
The proud, and all their vain designs,
He quickly did confound;

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way to saving grace;
But, O! the light and glory both
Of Israel's chosen race.

Morning Service.‹‹


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;
For, lo! th' incarnate Saviour comes
With messages from heaven."
Justice and grace, with sweet accord,

His rising beams adorn;

Let heav'n and earth in concert join,
To us a Child is born.

Glory to God in highest strains,

In highest worlds be paid;
His glory by our lips proclaim'd,
And by our lives display'd.

When shall we reach those blissful realms
Where Christ exalted reigns;

And learn of the celestial choir
Their own immortal strains?
Evening Service.

HARK, the herald angels sing,

Glory to the new-born King,
Peace on earth, and mercy mild,
God and sinners reconcil'd!
Joyful all ye nations rise,
Join the triumph of the skies,
With th' angelick host proclaim,
Christ is born in Bethlehem.

Hark, the herald angels sing,
Glory to the new-born King!

Christ, by highest heav'n ador'd,
Christ the everlasting Lord,
Late in time behold him come,
Offspring of a virgin's womb:
Veil'd in flesh the Godhead he,
Hail th' incarnate Deity:
Pleas'd as man with man appear,
Jesus our Immanuel here.

Hark, the herald angels, &c. Hail the heav'n-born Prince of Peace! Hail the Sun of righteousness! Light and life to all he brings, Ris'n with healing in his wings. Mild he lays his glory by, Born that man no more may die: Born to raise the sons of earth, Born to give them second birth.

Hark, the herald angels, &c.

SONG OF THE ANGELS, At the Nativity of our Blessed Saviour, Luke ii. 8.

WHILE shepherds watch'd their flocks

All seated on the ground,
The angel of the Lord came down,
And glory shone around.

Fear not, said he, (for mighty dread
Had seiz'd their troubled mind,)
Glad tidings of great joy I bring
Το and all mankind.

To you, in David's town, this day
Is born of David's line

The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord;-
And this shall be the sign:

The heavenly Babe you there shall find
To human view display'd,
All meanly wrapt in swathing-bands,
And in a manger laid.

Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith
Appear'd a shining throng
Of angels, praising God, and thus
Address'd their joyful song:

All glory be to God on high,

And to the earth be

Good-will henceforth from Heav'n to men
Begin, and never cease.

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MAnd doth thy cup with love o'erflow?

God, and is thy table spread,

Thither be all thy children led,

And let them all thy sweetness know.
Hail, sacred feast, which Jesus makes,
Rich banquet of his flesh and blood!
Thrice happy he who here partakes
That sacred stream, that heav'nly food.
Why are its dainties all in vain

Before unwilling hearts display'd?
Was not for you the victim slain?
Are you forbid the children's bread?
O! let thy table honour'd be,

And furnish'd well with joyful guests;
And may each soul salvation see,
That here its sacred pledges tastes!

Let crowds approach, with hearts prepar'd,
With hearts inflam'd let all attend;
Nor, when we leave our Father's board,
The pleasure or the profit end.
Revive thy dying churches, Lord,
And bid our drooping graces live;
And more, that energy afford,

A Saviour's blood alone can give.

FOR THE MORNING. WAKE, my soul, and with the sun

A Thy daily stage of duty run;

Shake off dull sloth, and early rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Redeem thy mispent moments past,
And live this day as if the last;
Thy talents to improve take care;
For the great day thyself prepare.
Let all thy converse be sincere,
Thy conscience as the noon-day clear;
For God's all-seeing eye surveys
Thy secret thoughts, thy works and ways.
Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part;
Who all night long unwearied sing
High glory to th' eternal King!


GLORY to thee, my God, this night,

For all the blessings of the light;
Keep me, O keep me, King of kings,
Beneath thy own almighty wings!
Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son,
The ill that I this day have done;
That, with the world, myself, and thee,
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be.
Teach me to live, that I dread
The grave as little as my bed;
Teach me to die, that so I may
Rise glorious at the awful day.
O let my soul on thee repose!
And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close;
Sleep, that shall me more vig'rous make,
To serve my God, when I awake.
If in the night I sleepless lie,
My soul with heavenly thoughts supply;
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,
No powers of darkness me molest.

Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him above, angelick host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.


ALL of Versiord Lines of the single Stanza consist of eight Syllables each, the second and fourth Lines of six Syllables each, may be sung to any of the most usual Tunes, namely, York Tune, Windsor Tune, St. David's, Litchfield, Canterbury, Martyr's, St Mary's alias Hackney, St. Anne's Tune, &c.

LL Psalms of this Version in the Common Measure of Eights and Sixes, that is,

As the Old 25th Psalm, may be sung the New 25, 31, 51, 67, 130, 142.
As the Old 113, the 37, 46, 50, 63, 76, 91, 110, 113, 120.

As the Old 148, the 136, 148.

As the Old 104, the 149.

The Psalms in this Version of four Lines in a single Stanza, and eight Syllables in each Line, (if Psalms of praise or cheerfulness) may properly be sung as the Old 100th Psalm, or to the Tune of the Old 125th Psalm, Second Metre.

The Penitential or Mournful Psalms, in the same Measure, may be sung as the Old 51st Psalm.

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How blest is he who ne'er consents
How many, Lord, of late are grown
How long wilt thou forget me, Lord
He's bless'd whose sins have pardon
Happy the man whose tender care
Have mercy, Lord, on me
Hear, O my people; to my law
Hold not thy peace, O Lord our God 83
He that has God his guardian made 91
How good and pleasant must it be 92
How blest are they who always keep 119
Had not the Lord, may Israel
How vast must their advantage be



Judge me, O Lord, for I the paths
I'll celebrate thy praises, Lord
I waited meekly for the Lord




No change of times shall ever shock 18
O Lord, that art my righteous Judge
O Lord my God, since I have plac'd
O thou, to whom all creatures bow
O Lord, my rock, to thee I cry
O Lord, our fathers oft have told
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O God, who hast our troops dispers❜d 60
O God, my gracious God, to thee
O Lord, to my relief draw near
O Israel's Shepherd, Joseph's Guide
O God of hosts, the mighty Lord
O Lord, the saviour and defence
O God, to whom revenge belongs
O come, loud anthems let us sing
Of mercy's never-failing spring
O render thanks, and bless the Lord
O render thanks to God above
O God, my heart is fully bent
O God, whose former mercies make
praise the Lord, for he is good
O'twas a joyful sound to hear

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Just Judge of heav'n, against my foes 43
In vain, Ŏ man of lawless might
In thee I put my steadfast trust
In Judah the Almighty's known
Jehovah reigns, let all the earth
Jehovah reigns, let therefore all
In deep distress I oft have cried





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On thee, who dwell'st above the skies 123
O Lord, I am not proud of heart
O praise the Lord with one consent
O praise the Lord, and thou, my soul 146
O praise the Lord with hymns of joy 147
O praise ye the Lord


O praise the Lord in that blest place 150



Protect me from my cruel foes
Praise ye the Lord; our God to praise 111
Preserve me, Lord, from crafty foes 140
Resolv'd to watch o'er all my ways
Since I have plac'd my trust in God 11


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The man is blest who fears the Lord 128 To God, the mighty Lord



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Thy dreadful anger, Lord, restrain
To celebrate thy praise, O Lord
Thy presence why withdraw'st thou
To my just plea and sad complaint
The heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord
The Lord to thy request attend
The King, O Lord, with songs of praise 21
The Lord himself, the mighty Lord 23
This spacious earth is all the Lord's
To God, in whom I trust
Thro' all the changing scenes of life
Tho' wicked men grow rich or great 37
Thy chast'ning wrath, O Lord, restrain 38
The Lord, the only God, is great 48
The Lord hath spoke, the mighty God 50
The wicked fools must sure suppose
Thy mercy, Lord, to me extend
To bless thy chosen race

To thee, O God, we render praise
To God I cried, who to my help
To God, our never-failing strength
To my complaint, O Lord my God.
To thee, my God and Saviour, I





Thee I'll extol, my God and King. 145





With restless and ungovern'd rage
Whom should I fear, since God to me 27
While I the King's loud praise rehearse 45
Why hast thou cast us off, O God
With glory clad, with strength array'd 93
With one consent let all the earth
When I pour out my soul in prayer 102
When Israel, by th' Almighty led
With cheerful notes let all the earth 117
Who place on Sion's God their trust 125
When Sion's God her sons recall'd
We build with fruitless cost, unless
When we, our wearied limbs to rest
With my whole heart, my God




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