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3 When I survey the stars,

And all their shining forms, -
Lord! what is man, that worthless thing,

Akin to dust and worms?
4 Lord! what is worthless man,

That thou shouldst love him so?
Next to thine angels is he placed,

And Lord of all below.
5 How rich thy bounties are!

And wondrous are thy ways!
Of dust and worms, thy power can frame

A monument of praise.



PSALM 8, 78.

The Praises of Children.
1 ALORY to the Father give,-.

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Children's prayers he deigns to hear;

Children's songs delight his ear.
2 Glory to the Son we bring, -

Christ, our prophet, priest and king!
Children! raise your sweetest strain

To the Lamb, for he was slain.
3 Glory to the Holy Ghost;

Be this day a pentecost:
Children's minds may he inspire ;

Touch their lips with holy fire.
4 Glory in the highest be

To the blesséd Trinity,
For the gospel from above,
For the word, that “God is love."


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PSALM 9, First Part, c. M.
Wrath and Mercy from the Judgment-Seat.
ITH my whole heart I 'll raise my song,


Thou sovereign judge of right and wrong

Wilt put my foes to shame.
2 I'll sing thy majesty and grace;

My God prepares his throne
To judge the world in righteousness,

And make his vengeance known.

3 Then shall the Lord a refuge prove

For all who are oppressed,
To save the people of his love,

And give the weary rest.
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In thine abundant grace;
For thou didst ne'er forsake the just,

Who humbly sought thy face. f 5 Sing praises to the righteous Lord,

Who dwells on Zion's hill;
Who executes his threatening word,

And doth his grace fulfill. 9

PSALM 9, Second Part, C. M.

The Wisdom and Equity of Providence. mf 1

HEN the great Judge, supreme and just,

Shall once inquire for blood,

The humble souls, that mourn in dust,

Shall find a faithful God.
2 He from the fearful gates of death

Does his own children raise:
On Zion's hill, with tuneful breath,

They sing their Father's praise.
mp 3 Though saints to sore distress are brought,

And wait, and long complain,
Their cries shall never be forgot,

Nor shall their hopes be vain.
4 Rise, great Redeemer! from thy seat,

To judge and save the poor;
Let nations tremble at thy feet,

And man prevail no more.

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PSALM 10, L. M. 10

Jchovah, the Avenger of the Oppressed.
1 JEHOVAH reigns your tribute bring;

Proclaim the Lord, th' eternal King:
Crown him, ye saints! with holy joy,

His arm shall all your foes destroy.
2 Thou, Lord! ere yet the humble mind

Had formed to prayer the wish designed,

Hast heard the secret sigh arise, mf While, swift to aid, thy mercy flies.


3 Thy Spirit shall our hearts prepare ;

Thine ear shall listen to our prayer:
Thou righteous Judge! thou Power divine !

On thee the fatherless recline.
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His arm shall vindicate th' oppressed, f Earth's mightiest tyrant feel his power,

Nor sin, nor Satan grieve them more.


PSALM 10, First Part, C. M.

Prayer heard, and Saints saved.
aft 1 WHY doth the Lord stand off so far?

And why conceal his face,
When great calamities appear,

And times of deep distress?
2 Lord! shall the wicked still deride

Thy justice and thy power?
Shall they advance their heads in pride,

And still thy saints devour.
3 Arise, O Lord! lift up thy hand;

Attend our humble cry; mf No enemy shall dare to stand,

When God ascends on high.
4 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray,

And cause thine ear to hear:
Hearken to what thy children say,

And put the world in fear.




PSALM 10, Second Part, C. M.

The God of the Fatherless. 1 HEAR, Lord! the song of praise and prayer

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From children, made the public care,

And taught to seek thy face.
2 Thanks for thy word, and for thy day;

And grant us, we implore,
Never to waste, in sinful play,

Thy holy Sabbaths more.
3 Thanks that we hear ;-but Oh! impart,

To each, desires sincere,
That we may listen with our heart,

And learn as well as hear.

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A sun which ne'er declines :
Oh! be thy mercy showered on those,

Who placed us where it shines.


PSALM 11, L. M.

God, the Refuge of the Saints.
MY refuge is the God of love:

Why do my foes insult, and cry-
“Fly, like a tim’rous trembling dove,

To distant woods or mountains fly?”
2 The Lord in heaven has fixed his throne;

His eye surveys the world below;
To him all mortal things are known;

His eye-lids search our spirits through. 3 If he afflicts his saints so far,

To prove their love, and try their grace, What may the bold transgressors fear?

His soul abhors their wicked ways. 4 The righteous Lord loves righteous souls,

Whose thoughts and actions are sincere; And, with a gracious eye, beholds

The men that his own image bear.




PSALM 12. C. M. 12

Prayer in Times of Wickedness.

Lord! for men of virtue fail,
Religion loses ground;
The sons of violence prevail,

And treachéries abound.
% Their oaths and promises they break,

Yet act the flatterer's part:
With fair deceitful lips they speak,

And with a double heart.
8 Lord! when iniquities abound,

And impious men grow bold,
When faith is rarely to be found,

And love is waxing cold, mf 4 Is not thy chariot rolling on?

Hast thou not given this sign?
May we not rest and live upon

A promise so divine?

f 5 “Yes," saith the Lord, “now will I rise,

And make oppressors flee;
I will appear to their surprise,

And set my servants free." mf 6 Like silver in the furnace tried,

Thy word shall still endure;
The men, that in thy truth confide,

Shall find the promise sure.

PSALM 13, L. M. 13

Help in God alonc. af ,


Like one that seeks his God in vain ?
How long my soul thine absence mourn,

And still despair of thy return?
2 How long shall my poor troubled breast-

Be, with these anxious thoughts, oppressed ?
If thou withhold thy heavenly light,

I sleep in everlasting night.
3 Hear, Lord! and grant me quick relief,

Thy mercy now shall end my grief;
For I have trusted in thy grace,

And shall again behold thy face. mf 4 Whate'er my fears or foes suggest,

Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest;
My heart shall feel thy love, and raise
My cheerful voice to songs of praise.


PSALM 13, C. M. 13

Hope in Darkness. aft 1


ow long wilt thou conceal thy face,

My God! how long delay?
When shall I feel those heavenly rays,

That chase my fears away?
2 How long shall my poor lab'ring soul

Wrestle, and toil, in vain?
Thy word can all my foes control,

And ease my raging pain.
mf 8 Be thou my sun, and thou my shield,

My soul in safety keep;
Make haste, before mine eyes are sealed

In death's eternal sleep.


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