PSALM 144. C. M. FIRST PART. Bedford. [*] V. 1, 2. Aid and Victory in Spiritual Warfare. NOREVER blessed be the Lord,

1F My Saviour and my Shield;

He sends his Spirit with his word,
To arm me for the field.

2 When sin and hell their force unite,
He makes my soul his care;
Instructs me to the heavenly fight,
And guards me through the war.
3 A Friend and Helper, so divine,
Doth my weak courage raise:
He makes the glorious victory mine;
And his shall be the praise.

C. M. SECOND PART. Reading. [b] V.3,4,5,6. Vanity of Man, and Condescension of God. P1LORD, what is man, poor feeble man,

Born of the earth at rst!

His life a shadow, light and vain,
Still hasting to the dust!

2 O what is feeble, dying man,

Or any of his race,

-That God should make it his concern,

To visit him with grace!

g 3 That God, who darts his lightnings down!
Who shakes the worlds above!

And mountains tremble at his frown-
How wondrous is his love!

L. M. Shoel. [*]

V. 12-15. The happy City and Nation.
TAPPY the city where their sons,

1H Like pillars round a palace set,

And daughters, bright as polished stones,
Give strength and beauty to the state.
2 Happy the country, where the sheep,
Cattle, and corn, have large increase;
Where men securely work or sleep,
Nor sons of plunder break their peace.
3 Happy the nation thus endowed;
But more divinely blest are those,

On whom the all-sufficient God
Himself, with all his grace, bestows.

PSALM 145. L. M. Green's. Nantwich. [*] The Greatness of God.

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.
u 2 The wings of every hour shall bear
Some thankful tribute to thine ear;
And every 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,e But dreadful to the stubborn foe.

g 4 Thy works with sovereign glory shine,
And speak thy majesty divine;

Let every realm with joy proclaim
The sound and honour of thy name.

o 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:
g Vast-and unsearchable thy ways,
Vast-and immortal be thy praise.

C. M. FIRST PART. Barby. Mitcham. [*]
Ver. 1-7, 11-13. The Greatness 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.

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

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

4 Fathers to sons shall teach thy name,
And children learn thy ways;

o Ages to come thy truth proclaim,
And nations sound thy praise.

u 5 Thy glorious deeds of ancient date
Shall through the world be known;
Thine arm of power, thy heavenly state,
With public splendour shown.

g 6 The world is managed by thy hands;
Thy saints are ruled by love;

And thine eternal kingdom stands,—
Though rocks and hills remove.

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C. M. SECOND PART.

Swanwick. [*]

Ver. 7, &c. The Goodness of God.

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WEET is the memory of thy grace,
My God, my heavenly King;

Let age to age thy righteousness,
In sounds of glory sing.

-2 God reigns on high; but ne'er confines
His goodness to the skies:

o Through the whole earth his bounty shines, And every want supplies.

e 3 With longing eyes thy creatures wait On thee for daily food;

o Thy liberal hand provides their meat, And fills their mouth with good.

e 4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord! How slow thine anger moves!

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o But soon he sends his pardoning word, To cheer the souls he loves.

• 5 Creatures, with all their endless race,
Thy power and praise proclaim;

But saints, who taste thy richer grace,
Delight to bless thy name.

C. M. THIRD PART.

Sunday. [*]

Ver. 14-17, &c. Mercy to Sufferers. 'Thou sovereign Lord of all! ET every tongue thy goodness speak,

Thy strengthening hands uphold the weak,
And raise the poor who fall.

2 When sorrow bows the spirit down,-
Or virtue lies distressed,

Beneath some proud oppressor's frown,
Thou giv'st the mourners rest.

3 The Lord supports our tottering days,
And guides our giddy youth;
Holy and just are all his ways,
And all his words are truth.

4 He knows the pain his servants feel;
He hears his children cry:
And, their best wishes to fulfill,
His grace is ever nigh.

ō His mercy never shall remove
From men of heart sincere :

He saves the souls, whose humble love
Is joined with holy fear.

6 [His stubborn foes his sword shall slay,
And pierce their hearts with pain;
But none, who serve the Lord, shall say,
They sought the Lord in vain.

7 My lips shall dwell upon his praise,
And spread his fame abroad;

Let all the sons of Adam raise
The honours of their God.]

PSALM 146. L. M.

Old Hundred. [*]

Praise for Divine Goodness and Truth.

1 [P work so pleasant, so divine,

RAISE ye the Lord; my heart shall join

Now, while the flesh is mine abode,
And when my soul ascends to God.

2 Praise shall employ my noblest powers,
While immortality endures;

My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life and thought and being last.

3 Why should I make a man my trust?
Princes must die, and turn to dust:
Their breath departs, their pomp and power,
And thoughts all vanish in an hour.]
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' oppressed, he feeds the poor;
He sends the labouring conscience peace,
And grants the prisoner sweet release.

e 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
e But turns the wicked down to hell:
o Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns;
Praise him in everlasting strains.

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P. M. St. Helen's. [*]

Praise for Divine Goodness and Truth.

I' And when my voice is lost in death,

"LL praise my Maker with my breath;

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.

• 2 Why should I make a man my trust? e 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.

o 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' oppressed, he feeds the poor,
And none shall find his promise vain.

e 4 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind;
The Lord supports the sinking mind;
He sends the labouring conscience peace :
He helps the stranger in distress,
The widow and the fatherless,

And grants the prisoner sweet release.