Thrice happy he,
O God of hosts,

Whose spirit trusts

Alone in thee.

123. C. M. Dr. Watts.

The Morning of a Lord's-Day. Psalm Ixti. First Part.

1

Ehaste to seek thy face:
ARLY, my God, without delay,

My thirsty spirit faints away,
Without thy cheering grace.
So pilgrims on the scorching sand,
Beneath a burning sky,

Long for a cooling stream at hand,
And they must drink or die.

3 I've seen thy glory and thy pow'r
Through all thy temple shine;
My God, repeat that heav'nly 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.
5 Not life itself with all her joys,
Can my best passions move,
Or raise so high my cheerful voice,
As thy forgiving love.

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!

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124. C. M. Dr. Watts.

For the Lord's-Day Morning.

LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear

My voice ascending high;

To Thee will I direct my pray'r,
To Thee lift up mine eye.

3 Up to the hills where Christ is gone
To plead for a'i his saints,

Presenting at his Father's throne,
Our songs and our complaints.

3 Thou art a God, before whose sight
The wicked shall not stand;
Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,
Nor dwell at thy right-hand
4 But to thy house will I resort,
To taste thy mercies there;
I will frequent thine holy court,
And worship in thy fear.
O may thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness!
Make ev'ry path of duty straight
And plain before my face.

125. C. M. Dr. Watts.

The Lord's-Day; or Christ's Resurrection, and our Salvation. Ps. cxviii. 24-26.

1 THIS is the day the Lord hath made,
He calls the hours his own;

Let heav'n rejoice, let earth be glad,
And praise surround the throne.
2 To-day he rose and left the dead,
And Satan's empire fell;

To-day the saints his triumph spread,
And all his wonders tell.

3 Hosanna to th' anointed King,
To David's holy Son!

Help us, O Lord, descend and bring
Salvation from thy throne.

4 Blest be the Lord who comes to men
With messages of grace;
Who comes in God his Father's name,
To save our sinful race.

5 Hosanna in the highest strains

The church on earth can raise;
The highest heav'ns in which he reigns
Shall give him nobler praise.

126. L. M. Dr. Watts,

A Psalm for the Lord's-Day.

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Ps. xcii. 1.

'STE praise thy name, give thanks and sing, WEET is the work, my God, my King, To show thy love by morning light,

And talk of all thy truth at night,

2 Reveal the scriptures to our mind,
Here let us heav'nly treasure find;
To us the sacred leaves unfold,
Let us thy richest grace behold;
O let thy Spirit lead us forth,
And teach us all its endless worth!
3 Direct us lest we judge amiss,
Lest error cloud the hidden bliss:
We would th' ingrafted word receive,
And back to thee the glory give;
O make us know, O make us hear,
The glorious tidings treasur'd there!
130. C. M. Dr. Watts.

Attention to the Word of God pressed on
Hearers. Psalm xcv.

1

ING to the Lord Jehovah's name,
Srd in his strength rejoice:

When his salvation is our theme,
Exalted be our voice.

2 With thanks approach his awful sight,
And psalms of honour sing;
The Lord's a God of boundless might,
The whole creation's King.

3 Let Princes hear, let angels know
How mean their natures seem;
Those gods on high, and gods below,
When once compar'd with him.

4 Earth with its caverns dark and deep,
Lies in his spacious hand;

He fix'd the seas what bounds to keep,
And where the hills must stand.

5 Come, and with humble souls adore;
Come, bow before his face:

O may the creatures of his pow'r
Be children of his grace!

6 Now is the time he bends his ear,
And waits for your request:

Come, lest he rouse his wrath, and swear, "Ye shall not see my rest."

131. S. M. Dr. Watts.

Importance of Attention. Psalm xcv.

1 COME

sound his praise abroad,
And hymns of glory sing;
Jehovah is the sov'reign God,
The universal King.

2 He form'd the deeps unknown;
He gave the seas their bound;
The wat'ry worlds are all his own,
And all the solid ground.

3 Come worship at his throne,
Come, bow before the Lord;
We are his works, and not our own,
He form'd us by his word.

4 To-day attend his voice,

Nor dare provoke his rod;
Come, like the people of his choice,
And own your gracious God.

5 But if your ears refuse

The language of his grace,

And hearts grow hard like stubborn Jews, That unbelieving race;

6 The Lord, in vengeance drest,

Will lift his hand and swear, "You that despise my promis'd rest, "Shall have no portion there."

132. L. M. Dr. Watts.

Psalm lxxxv. 3, 4. Part First. 1REAnd let thy saints in thee rejoice; EVIVE our dying graces, Lord,

Make known thy truth, fulfil thy word;
We wait for praise to tune our voice.

2 We wait to hear what God will say:
He'll speak, and give his people peace:
But let them run no more astray,
Lest his returning wrath increase.

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133. C. M. Mr. S. Deacon.

Longing to serve God acceptably.
Psalm xix. 14.

TOW to Jehovah I approach,
The Monarch of the skies;

O may my words and thoughts be such
As he will not despise!

2 Hypocrisy is what he hates,
May I detest it too!

Lord, I would bring within thy gates,
A heart devout and true.

3 My great Redeemer, and my strength,
'Tis my desire to be,

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Throughout my life (whate'er the length), Acceptable to thee.

134. C. M. Di. Watts.

Psalm lxxxix. 1, 2, 6. Second Part.

WITH rev'rence let the saints appear

And bow before the Lord;

His high commands with rev'rence hear,
And tremble at his word.

2 How terrible thy glories be!

How bright thine armies shine!
Where is the pow'r that vies with thee?
Or truth compar'd with thine?

3 Justice and judgment are thy throne,
Yet wondrous is thy grace;
While truth and mercy, join'd in one,
Invite us near thy face.

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2

135. S. M. Dr. Watts.

Psalm xcix. Second Part.

EXALT the Lord our God,

And worship at his feet;

Ilis nature is all holiness,
And mercy is his seat.
When Isr'el was his church,

When Aaron was his priest,

When Moses cry'd, when Samuel pray'd,
He gave his people rest.