The men, who hear my sacred song, o Ages to come thy truth proclaim, u 5 Thy glorious deeds of ancient date g 6 The world is manag'd by thy hands; 0 1 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; SW 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 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! e o But soon he sends his pard'ning word, o 5 Creatures, with all their endless race, L 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, 2 When sorrow bows the spirit down,— Beneath some proud oppressor's frown,- 3 The Lord supports our tott'ring days, 5 His mercy never shall remove He saves the souls, whose humble love 6 [His stubborn foes his sword shall slay, 7 My lips shall dwell upon his praise, Let all the sons of Adam raise ; PSALM 146. L. M. Old Hundred. [*] 1 [PR RAISE ye the Lord; my heart shall join My days of praise shall ne'er be past, And earth and seas, with all their train, 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. 0 1 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 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, Praise him in everlasting strains. s 6 I'll praise him while he lends me breath; Praise shall employ my nobler powers: PSALM 147. L. M. 1st Part. Old Hundred. [*] 1 PRA RAISE ye the Lord: 'tis good to raise, His nature and his works invite, To make this duty our delight. 3 He form'd the stars, those heavenly flames; He crowns the meek, rewards the just, PAUSE. Castle-Street. 5 Sing to the Lord, exalt him high, 0 1 The nimble wit, the active limb! 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 6 To all our land his laws are shown; V. 7-9, 13—18. The Seasons of the Year. W VITH songs and honours, sounding loud, Over the heavens he spreads his cloud, And waters veil the sky. b 2 He sends his showers of blessings down, He makes the grass the mountains crown, |