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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 manag'd by thy hands;
Thy saints are rul'd by love:
And thine eternal kingdom stands,-
Though rocks and hills remove.

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C. M. 2nd Part. Swanwick. [*]

Ver. 7, &c.—The Goodness of God. WEET is the mem'ry of thy grace, My God, my heavenly King;

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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:

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o Through the whole earth his bounty shines, And ev'ry want supplies.

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

o Thy lib'ral 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 pard'ning word,
To cheer the souls he loves.

o 5 Creatures, with all their endless race,
Thy power and praise proclaim;
But saints, who taste thy richer grace,
Delight to bless thy name.

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C. M. 3rd Part. Sunday. [*]

Ver. 14-17, &c. Mercy to Sufferers.

1 ET ev'ry tongue thy goodness speak, Thou sovereign Lord of all!

Thy strength'ning hands uphold the weak,
And raise the poor who fall.

2 When sorrow bows the spirit down,—
Or virtue lies distress'd,

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

3 The Lord supports our tott'ring 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 fulfil,
His grace is ever nigh.

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

He saves the souls, whose humble love
Is join'd 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.]

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PSALM 146. L. M. Old Hundred. [*]
Praise for Divine Goodness and Truth.

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RAISE ye the Lord; my heart shall join
In works so pleasant, so divine,
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 for ever stands secure; He saves the oppress'd, he feeds the poor; He sends the lab'ring conscience peace, And grants the pris'ner 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. "'LL praise my Maker with my breath; And when my voice is lost in death, 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.

e 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 for ever stands secure;
He saves th' oppress'd, 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 lab'ring conscience peace : He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless,

And grants the pris'ner sweet release

-He loves his saints; he knows them well,
e But turns the wicked down to hell:
0 Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns:
o Let ev'ry tongue, let ev'ry age,
In this exalted work engage:

Praise him in everlasting strains.

s 6 I'll praise him while he lends me breath;
And, when my voice is lost in death,

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.

PSALM 147. L. M. 1st Part. Old Hundred. [*]
Divine Nature, Providence, and Grace.

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RAISE ye the Lord: 'tis good to raise,
Our hearts and voices in his praise;

His nature and his works invite,

To make this duty our delight.
2 The Lord builds up Jerusalem,
And gathers nations to his name;
His mercy melts the stubborn soul,
And makes the broken spirit whole.

3 He form'd the stars, those heavenly flames;
He counts their numbers, calls their names!
His wisdom's vast, and knows no bound,-
A deep where all our thoughts are drown'd!
4 Great is the Lord, and great his might,
And all his glories infinite:

He crowns the meek, rewards the just,
And treads the wicked to the dust.

PAUSE. Castle-Street.

5 Sing to the Lord, exalt him high,
Who spreads his clouds all round the sky;
There he prepares the fruitful rain,
Nor lets the drops descend in vain.
6 He makes the grass the hills adorn,
And clothes the smiling fields with corn;
The beasts with food his hands supply,
And the young ravens, when they cry.
7 What is the creature's skill or force,
The sprightly man, the warlike horse,

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The nimble wit, the active limb!
All are too mean delights for him.
8 But saints are lovely in his sight,
He views his children with delight:
He sees their hope, he knows their fear,
And looks, and loves his image there.
L. M. 2nd Part. Portugal. [*]

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Summer and Winter.

ET Zion praise the mighty God, And make his honours known abroad: For sweet the joy-our songs to raise; And glorious is the work of praise. 2 Our children are secure and blest; Our shores have peace, our cities rest; He feeds our sons with finest wheat, And adds his blessing to their meat. 3 The changing seasons he ordains, The early and the latter rains : The flakes of snow, like wool, he sends, And thus the springing corn defends.

4 With hoary frost he strews the ground; His hail descends with clatt'ring sound: Where is the man so vainly bold,

As dare defy his dreadful cold!

5 He bids the southern breezes blow
The ice dissolves, the waters flow
But he hath nobler works and ways,
To call his people to his praise.

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6 To all our land his laws are shown;
His gospel through the nation known:
He hath not thus reveal'd his word
To ev'ry land :-Praise ye the Lord.]
C. M. Hartford. [*]

V. 7-9, 13—18. The Seasons of the Year.

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VITH songs and honours, sounding loud,
Address the Lord on high:

Over the heavens he spreads his cloud,

And waters veil the sky.

b 2 He sends his showers of blessings down,
To cheer the plains below;

He makes the grass the mountains crown,
And corn in valleys grow.

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