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PSALM 21. C. M. Sunday. [*]
Our Country the Care of Heaven.

UR land, O Lord, with songs of praise
Shall in thy strength rejoice;

And, blest with thy salvation, raise

To heaven their cheerful voice.

2 Thy sure defence, through nations round,
Has spread our wondrous name;
And our successful actions crown'd
With dignity and fame.

8 Then let our land on God alone
For timely aid rely;

His mercy, which adorns his throne,
Shall all our wants supply.

4 But, righteous Lord, thy stubborn foes
Shall feel thy dreadful hand;
Thy vengeful arm shall find out those
Who hate all just command.

5 When thou against them dost engage,
Thy just but dreadful doom
Shall, like a fiery oven's rage,

Their hopes and them consume.

6 Thus, Lord, thy wondrous power declare, And thus exalt thy fame;

Whilst we glad songs of praise prepare
For thine almighty name.]

L. M. Castle-street. [*]

V. 1-9. Christ exalted to the Kingdom.

AVID rejoic'd in God his strength, Rais'd to the throne by special grace; o But Christ the Son appears at length, Fulfils the triumphs and the praise. --2 How great is the Messiah's joy, In the salvation of thy hand!

g Lord thou hast rais'd his kingdom high,
And giv'n the world to his command.
-3 Thy goodness grants whate er he will,
Nor does the least request withhold;
Blessings of love prevent him still,
And crowns of glory, not of gold.
g 4 Honour and majesty divine
Around his sacred temples shine,

Blest with the favour of thy face,
And length of everlasting days.

e [5 Thine hand shall find out all his foes;
And as the fiery oven glows

With raging heat and living coals,
So shall thy wrath devour their souls.]

PSALM 22. C. M. 1st Part. Canterbury.[*] V. 1-16. The Sufferings and Death of Christ.

1 [WHY has my God my soul forsook,

Nor will a smile afford?

(Thus David once in anguish spoke,
And thus our dying Lord.)

2 Though 'tis my chief delight to dwell,
Among thy praising saints;
Yet thou canst hear a groan as well,
And pity our complaints.

3 Our fathers trusted in thy name,
And great deliv'rance found:
But I'm a worm despis'd of men,
And trodden to the ground.

4 Shaking the head, they pass me by,
And laugh my soul to scorn;
"In vain he trusts in God,' they cry,
'Neglected and forlorn.'

5 But thou art he who form'd my flesh,
By thine almighty word;

And since I hung upon the breast,
My hope is in the Lord.

6 Why will my Father hide his face,
When foes stand threatening round,
In the dark hour of deep distress,
And not a helper found?

PAUSE.

7 Behold thy darling left among The cruel and the proud;

As bulls of Bashan fierce and strong,

As lions roaring loud.

3 From earth and hell my sorrows meet,
To multiply the smart ;

They nail my hands, they pierce my feet,
And try to vex my heart.

9 Yet if thy sovereign hand let loose
The rage of earth and hell;
Why will my heavenly Father bruise
The Son he loves so well?

10 My God, if possible it be,
Withhold this bitter cup:
But I resign my will to thee,
And drink the sorrows up.

11 My heart dissolves in pangs unknown;
In groans I waste my breath:
Thy heavy hand hath brought me down,
Low as the dust of death.

12 Father, I give my spirit up,
And trust it in thy hand;
My dying flesh shall rest in hope,
And rise at thy command.]

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

V. 20, 21, 27-31. Christ's Sufferings and Kingdom.
TOW from the roaring lion's rage,
O Lord, protect thy Son;

'Nor leave thy darling to engage 'The powers of hell alone.'

-2 Thus did our suffering Saviour pray, With mighty cries and tears:

o God heard him in that dreadful day,
And chas'd away his fears.

-3 Great was the victory of his death;
His throne's exalted high;
And all the kindreds of the earth
Shall worship-or shall die.
4 A numerous offspring must arise
From his expiring groans;
They shall be reckon'd in his eyes
For daughters and for sons.

e 5 The meek and humble souls shall see
His table richly spread ;

-And all that seek the Lord shall be
With joys immortal fed.

o 6 The isles shall know the righteousness Of our incarnate God;

And nations yet unborn, profess
Salvation in his blood.

St. Anns.

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

P1 NOW 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?" • 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. [*]

[MY Shepherd will supply my need;

Jehovah is his name:

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.]