-4 Make not increasing gold your trust,
Nor set your hearts on glittering dust;
Why will you grasp the fleeting smoke,
And not believe what God has spoke?
e 5 Once has his awful voice declared,
Once and again my ears have heard:
o "All power is his eternal due;
"He inust be feared and trusted too."
-6 For sovereign power reigns not alone;
Grace is a partner of the throne:
Thy grace and justice, mighty Lord,
Shall well divide our last reward.
PSALM 63. C. M. 1ST PT. Sunday. Barby. [*] Ver. 1, 2, 5, 3, 4. The Morning of the Lord's Day. ARLY, my God, without delay,
El haste to seek thy face;
My thirsty spirit faints away,
Without thy cheering grace.
e 2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand,
Beneath a burning sky,
Long for a cooling stream at hand,
And they must drink or die.
g 3 I've seen thy glory and thy power
Through all thy temple shine;
o My God, repeat that heavenly hour,
That vision so divine.
4 Not all the blessings of a feast
Can please my soul so well,
As when thy richer grace I taste,
And in thy presence dwell.
o 5 Not life itself, with all its joys,
Can my best passions move;
Or raise so high my cheerful voice,
As thy forgiving love.
s 6 Thus, till my last expiring day,
I'll bless my God and King;
-Thus will I lift my hands to pray,
And tune my lips to sing.
C. M. SECOND PART. Colchester. [*]
Ver. 1-10. Midnight Thoughts recollected e 1 ['WAS in the watches of the night,
1['T I thought upon thy power;
I kept thy lovely face in sight,
Amidst the darkest hour.
2 My flesh lay resting on my bed,
My soul arose on high;
d"My God, my life, my hope," I said, "Bring thy salvation nigh.'
-3 My spirit labours up thine hill, And climbs the heavenly road; o But thy right hand upholds me still, While I pursue my God.
4 Thy mercy stretches o'er my head The shadow of thy wings;
o My heart rejoices in thine aid,
My tongue awakes and sings.
5 But the destroyers of my peace
Shall fret and rage in vain;
The tempter shall forever cease,
And all my sins be slain.
e 6 Thy sword shall give my foes to death,
And send them down to dwell
In the dark caverns of the earth,
Or to the depths of hell.]
L. M. Moreton. Shoel. [*]
Delight in God and his Worship.
GREAT God, indulge my humble claim,
Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest;
The glories that compose thy name,
Stand all engaged to make me blest.
2 Thou great and good, thou just and wise, Thou art my Father and my God;
And I am thine, by sacred ties-
Thy son, thy servant, bought with blood.
e 3 With heart and eyes, and lifted hands,
For thee I long, to thee I look;
As travellers, in thirsty lands,
Pant for the cooling water brook.
o 4 With early feet I love t' appear
Among thy saints, and seek thy face:
-Oft have I seen thy glory there,
And felt the power of sovereign grace.
o 5 Not fruits, nor wines, that tempt our taste, Nor all the joys our senses know,
Could make me so divinely blest, Or raise my cheerful passions so. e 6 [My life itself, without thy love, No taste of pleasure could afford; "Twould but a tiresome burden prove, If I were banished from the Lord. -7 Amidst the wakeful hours of night, When busy cares afflict my head, o One thought of thee gives new delight, And adds refreshment to my bed.]
88 I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice, While I have breath to pray, or praise; This work shall make my heart rejoice, And spend the remnant of my days.
S. M. Newton. [*]
Seeking God.
God, permit my tongue
This joy, to call thee mine;
And let my early cries prevail,
To taste thy love divine.
2 [My thirsty, fainting soul
Thy mercy does implore:
Not travellers, in desert lands,
Can pant for water more.
3 Within thy churches, Lord,
I long to find my place;
Thy power and glory to behold,
And feel thy quickening grace.]
e 4 For life, without thy love,
No relish can afford;
-No joy can be compared with this.
Το
To serve and please the Lord.
5 To thee I'll lift my hands,
And praise thee while I live;
-Not the rich dainties of a feast
Such food or pleasure give.
6 In wakeful hours of night,
I call my God to mind;
I think how wise thy counsels are,
And all thy dealings kind.
7 Since thou hast been my help,
To thee my spirit flies;
And on thy watchful providence
My cheerful hope relies.
o 8 The shadow of thy wings
My soul in safety keeps;
I follow where my Father leads,
And he supports my steps.
PSALM 65. L. M. 1ST PT. Weldon. Quercy.[*]
Ver. 1-5. Public Prayer and Praise.
1 HE praise of Zion waits for thee,
My God; and praise becomes thy house:
There shall thy saints thy glory see,
And there perform their public vows.
p 2 0 thou whose mercy bends the skies,
To save when humble sinners pray,
o All lands to thee shall lift their eyes,
And grateful isles of every sea.
e 3 [Against my will my sins prevail,
-But grace shall purge away their stain;
The blood of Christ will never fail
To wash my garments white again.
o 4 Blest is the man whom thou shalt choose,
And give him kind access to thee;
Give him a place within thy house,
To taste thy love divinely free.]
o 5 Let Babel fear when Zion prays:
Babel, prepare for long distress;
When Zion's God himself arrays,
In terror, and in righteousness
6 With dreadful glory God fulfills
What his afflicted saints request;
And with almighty wrath reveals
His love to give his churches rest.
8 7 Then shall the flocking nations run
To Zion's hill, and own their Lord;
The rising and the setting sun
Shall see the Saviour's name adored.
L. M. SECOND PART. Nantwich. Truro. [*]
Yet when he comes with kind designs,
Through all the way his terror shines.]
2 On God the race of inan depends,
Far as the earth's remotest ends;
Where the Creator's name is known
By nature's feeble light alone.
3 Sailors, who travel o'er the flood,
Address their frighted souls to God;
When tempests rage and billows roar,
At dreadful distance from the shore.
4 He bids the noisy tempest cease,
He calms the raging crowd to peace;
When a tumultuous nation raves,
Wild as the winds and loud as waves.
5 [Whole kingdoms, shaken by the storm,
He settles in a peaceful form;
Mountains, established by his hand,
Firm on their old foundations stand.
d 6 Behold his ensign sweep the sky;
New comets blaze, and lightnings fly:
The heathen lands, with swift surprise,
From the bright horrors turn their eyes.
7 At his command the morning ray
Smiles in the east, and leads the day;
He guides the sun's declining wheels
Over the tops of western hills.]
8 Seasons and times obey his voice;
The evening and the morn rejoice,
To see the earth made soft with showers,
Laden with fruit, and dressed in flowers.
9 ['Tis from his watery stores on high,
He gives the thirsty ground supply:
He walks upon the clouds, and thence
Doth his enriching drops dispense.]
10 The desert grows a fruitful field,
Abundant food the valleys yield;
The valleys shout with cheerful voice,
And neighbouring hills repeat their joys.
11 [The pastures smile in green array,
There lambs and larger cattle play;
The larger cattle and the lamb,
Each in his language, speaks thy name.]
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