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L. M. Carthage. [b]
Christ's Sufferings and Exaltation.

FOW let our mournful songs record
The dying sorrows of our Lord;
When he complain'd in tears and blood,
As one forsaken of his God.

e 2 The Jews beheld him thus forlorn, And shook their heads, and laugh'd in scorn; d 'He rescu❜d others from the grave; 'Now let him try himself to save.

3 'This is the man did once pretend 'God was his Father and his Friend: 'If God the blessed lov'd him so, 'Why doth he fail to help him now?" o 4 Barbarous people! cruel priests! How they stood round like savage beasts! Like lions gaping to devour,

When God had left him in their power.

p 5 They wound his head, his hands, his feet, Till streams of blood each other meet; By lot his garments they divide,

And mock the pangs in which he died. -6 But God his Father heard his cry; o Rais'd from the dead, he reigns on high; -The nations learn his righteousness, And humble sinners taste his grace. PSALM 23. L. M. Green's. Islington. [*] God our Shepherd.

1 MY Shepherd is the living Lord;
Now shall my wants be well supply'd,

His providence and holy word

Become my safety and my guide.

2 In pastures where salvation grows
He makes me feed, he makes me rest ;
There living water gently flows,
And all the food 's divinely blest.

p 3 My wand'ring feet his ways mistake;
-But he restores my soul to peace,
o And leads me, for his mercy's sake,
In the fair paths of righteousness.

p 4 Though I walk through the gloomy vale,
Where death and all its terrours are:

-My heart and hope shall never fail,
o For God my Shepherd's with me there.
e 5 Amidst the darkness and the deeps,
-Thou art my comfort, thou my stay:
o Thy staff supports my feeble steps,
Thy rod directs my doubtful way.
e [6 The sons of earth, and sons of hell,
Gaze at thy goodness and repine,
To see my table spread so well,
With living bread and cheerful wine.
7 How I rejoice, when on my head
Thy Spirit condescends to rest!
o 'Tis a divine anointing shed,

Like oil of gladness at a feast.]
s 8 Surely the mercies of the Lord
Attend his household all their days;
There will I dwell, to hear his word,
To seek his face, and sing his praise.
C. M. Barby. [*]

1[M Jehovah is his name:

TY Shepherd will supply my need;

In pastures fresh he makes me feed,
Beside the living stream.

o 2 He brings my wand'ring spirit back,
When I forsake his ways

And leads me, for his mercy's sake,
In paths of truth and grace.

e 3 When I walk through the shades of death, Thy presence is my stay;

A word of thy supporting breath
Drives all my fears away.

-4 Thy hand, in spite of all my foes,
Doth still my table spread;

o My cup with blessings overflows, Thine oil anoints my head.

-5 The sure provisions of my God Attend me all my days;

e O may thy house be my abode, And all my work be praise!

-6 There would I find a settled rest,
While others go and come;

No more a stranger or a guest,
But like a child at home.]

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S. M. Aylesbury. Dover. [*]
God's tender Care of his People.
HE Lord my Shepherd is,
I shall be well supply'd:
Since he is mine, and I am his,
What can I want beside?

2 He leads me to the place,
Where heavenly pasture grows,
Where living waters gently pass,
And full salvation flows.

e 3 If e'er I go astray,

He doth my soul reclaim;

And guides me in his own right way,
For his most holy name.

While he affords his aid,

I cannot yield to fear!

e Tho' I should walk through death's dark shade,

My Shepherd 's with me there.

s 5 In spite of all my foes,

Thou dost my table spread;

My cup with blessings overflows,

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And joy exalts my head.

The bounties of thy love

Shall crown my foll'wing days;

Nor from thy house will I remove,

Nor cease to speak thy praise.

PSALM 24. C. M. Abridge. Bedford. [*] Dwelling with God.

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HE earth for ever is the Lord's, With Adam's num'rous race; He rais'd its arches o'er the floods,

And built it on the seas.

e 2 But who among the sons of men May visit thine abode ?

d He who has hands from mischief clean, Whose heart is right with God.

3 This is the man may rise, and take
The blessings of his grace;

This is the lot of those who seek
The God of Jacob's face.

o 4 Now let our soul's immortal powers
To meet the Lord prepare :

o Lift up their everlasting doors;
The King of glory's near.

e 5 The King of glory-who can tell
The wonders of his might?
-He rules the nations; but to dwell
With saints, is his delight.

L. M. Islington. [*]

Saints dwell in Heaven: or Christ's Ascension.

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HIS spacious earth is all the Lord's,
And men and worms, and beasts and birds,

-He rais'd the building on the seas,
And gave it for their dwelling place.
o 2 But there's a brighter world on high,
Thy palace, Lord, above the sky :
e Who shall ascend that blest abode,
And dwell so near his maker God?
d 3 He who abhors and fears to sin,
Whose heart is pure, whose hands are clean;
Him will the Lord, the Saviour bless,
And clothe his soul with righteousness.
-4 These are the men, the pious race,
Who seek the God of Jacob's face;
o These shall enjoy the blissful sight,
And dwell in everlasting light.

PAUSE Oporto.

o 5 Rejoice, ye shining worlds on high,
-Behold the King of glory nigh!

e Who can this King of glory be?
o The mighty Lord, the Saviour 's he.
-6 Ye heavenly gates, your leaves display,
To make the Lord, the Saviour way;
o Laden with spoils from earth and hell,
The Conqu❜ror comes with God to dwell.
g 7 Rais'd from the dead, he goes before,
He opens heaven's eternal door,

To give his saints a blest abode,
Near their Redeemer and their God.

PSALM 25. S. M. 1st Part. Little Marlboro'. [b]
Ver. 1-11. Waiting for Pardon and Direction

LIFT my soul to God,

My trust is in his name;

e Let not my foes that seek my blood Still triumph in my shame.

p 2 Sin, and the powers of hell, Persuade me to despair:

-Lord, make me know thy cov'nant well, That I may 'scape the snare.

e 3 From the first dawning light Till the dark evening rise,

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For thy salvation, Lord, I wait,
With ever longing eyes.
Remember all thy grace,
And lead me in thy truth;
Forgive the sins of riper days,
And follies of my youth.

-5 The Lord is just and kind;
The meek shall learn his ways;
And every humble sinner find
The methods of his grace.

0 6 For his own goodness' sake,
He saves my soul from shame;
He pardons, (though my-guilt be great,)
Through my Redeemer's name.

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S. M. 2nd Part. Dover. [*]

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Ver. 12, 14, 10, 13. Divine Instruction. THERE shall the man be found, Who fears t' offend his GodWho loves the gospel's joyful sound, And trembles at the rod ?

-2 The Lord will make him know The secrets of his heart;

o The wonders of his cov'nant show, And all his love impart.

-3 The dealings of his hand
Are truth and mercy still,

With such as to his cov'nant stand,
And love to do his will.

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Their souls shall dwell at ease,
Before their Maker's face;

Their seed shall taste the promises
In their extensive grace.