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P. M. Cumberland. [*]
The Book of Nature and Scripture. i[CREAT God, the heaven's well orderd
V Declares the glories of thy name; [frame There thy rich works of wonder shine: A thousand starry beauties there, A thousand radiant marks appear,
Of boundless power and skill divine.
Lectures of heav'nly wisdom read;
And neither sound nor language need.
And ev'ry nation knows their voice: The sun, like some young bridegroom dress’d, Breaks from the chambers of the east;
Rolls round and makes the earth rejoice. g 4 Where'er he spreads his beams abroad, He smiles and speaks his maker God;
All nature joins to show thy praise ;
What light and joy these leaves afford, e To souls benighted and distress'd! -Thy precepts guide my doubtful way, Thy fear forbids my feet to stray,
Thy promise leads my heart to rest. 6 From the discov’ries of thy law, The perfect rules of life I draw;
These are my study and delight: b Not honey so invites the taste, Nor gold that has the furnace pass'd,
Appears so pleasing to the sight. e 7 Thy threat’nings wake my slumb'ring eyes,
And warn me where my danger lies; 0 But 'tis thy blessed gospel, Lord,
That makes my guilty conscience clean,
And gives a free, but large reward. e 8 Who knows the errours of his thoughts? My God, forgive my secret faults,
And from presumptuous sins restrain :
Prayer and Hope of Victory.
I Attend his people's humble cry!
Succour and strength when Zion calls. e 3 Well he remembers all our sighs,
His love exceeds our best deserts ;
Of humble groans and broken hearts. 04 In his salvation is our hope;
And in the name of Israel's God,
Our navies spread their flags abroad.
And some of chariots make their boasts; o Our surest expectations are
From thee, the Lord of heavenly hosts.
Inspire our armies for the fight!
Or quit the field with shameful flight.] - Now save us, Lord, from slavish fear,
Now let our hope be firm and strong; o Till thy salvation shall appear, s And joy and triumph raise the song.
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PSALM 21. C. M. Sunday. T*
Our Country the Cure of Heaven. i[ UR land, O Lord, with songs of praise
U Shall in thy strength rejoice; And, blest with thy salvation, raise
To heaven their cheerful voice. 2 Thy.sure defence, through nations round,
Has spread our wondrous name; And our successful actions crown'd
With dignity and fame.
For timely aid rely;
Shall all our wants supply,
Shall feel thy dreadful hand;
Who hate all just command.
Thy just but dreadful doom Shall, like a fiery oven's rage,
Their hopes and them consume. 6 Thus, Lord, thy wondrous power declare,
And thus exalt thy fame;
L. M. Castle-street. [*]
V.1-9. Christ exalted to the Kingdom. 1 D AVID rejoic'd in God his strength,
Rais'd to the throne by special grace ; o But Christ the Son appears at length,
Fulfils the triumphs and the praise. -2 How great is the Messiah's joy,
In the salvation of thy hand!
And giv'n the world to his command.
And crowns of glory, not of gold: 8 4 Honour and majesty divine
Around his sacred temples shine,
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Blest with the favour of thy face,
And length of everlasting days.
And as the fiery oven glows
V.1–16. The Sufferings and Death of Christ.
Nor will a smile afford? (Thus David once in anguish spoke,
And thus our dying Lord.)
Among thy praising saints;
And pity our complaints.
And great deliv'rance found : But I'm a worm despis?d of men,
And trodden to the ground. 4 Shaking the head, they pass me by,
And laugh my soul to scorn; 'In vain he trusts in God, they cry,
'Neglected and forlorn.
By thine almighty word;
My hope is in the Lord.
When foes stand threatening round,
The cruel and the proud;
As lions roaring loud.
To multiply the smart;
And try to vex my heart.
9 Yet if thy sovereign hand let loose
The rage of earth and hell;
The Son he loves so well?
Withhold this bitter cup:
And drink the sorrows up.
In groans I waste my breath :
Low as the dust of death.
And trust it in thy hand;
C. M. 2nd Part. Bedford. [*]
IV O Lord, protect thy Son;
“The powers of hell alone.
With mighty cries and tears : o God heard him in that dreadful day,
And chas'd away his fears.
His throne's exalted high ;
Shall worship--or shall die.
From his expiring groans;
For daughters and for sons.
His table richly spread ; -And all that seek the Lord shall be
With joys immortal fed. 06 The isles shall know the righteousness
Of our incarnate God;
Salvation in his blood. St. Anns.