S. M. SECOND PART. Newton. Watchman. [*] A holy God worshipped with Reverence.

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EXALT the Lord our God;

And worship at his feet;

His nature is all holiness,

And mercy is his seat.

2 When Israel was his church,

When Aaron was his priest,-
When Moses cried, when Samuel prayed,-
He gave his people rest.

3 Oft he forgave their sins,

Nor would destroy their race;

And oft he made his vengeance known,
When they abused his grace.

4 Exalt the Lord our God,

Whose grace is still the same :

-Still he's a God of holiness,

And jealous for his name.

PSALM 100. L. M. 1ST PT. Old Hundred.[*]
A plain translation.-Praise to our Creator.
E nations of the earth, rejoice

Before the Lord, your Sovereign King; o Serve him with cheerful heart and voice; o With all your tongues his glory sing. e 2 The Lord is God;-'tis he alone Doth life and breath and being give; We are his work, and not our own; The sheep that on his pastures live. o 3 Enter his gates with songs of joy; With praises to his courts repair; And make it your divine employ, To pay your thanks and honours there. -4 The Lord is good; the Lord is kind; o Great is his grace, his mercy sure; g And the whole race of man shall find His truth from age to age endure.

L, M.

SECOND PART.

Old Hundred. [*]

A Paraphrase.

ING to the Lord with joyful voice;
to the Lord with

1[SING

The northern isles shall send the noise

Across the ocean to the shore.]

e 2 Before Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and he destroy.

-3 His sovereign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and formed us men;
e And when, like wandering sheep, we strayed,
o He brought us to his fold again.

e 4 We are his people, we his care;
Our souls and all our mortal frame:
o What lasting honours shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to thy name?

8 5 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs; High as the heavens our voices raise;

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And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.

6 Wide-as the world, is thy command;
Vast-as eternity, thy love:

Firm-as a rock, thy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.

PSALM 101. L. M. Old Hundred. [*] The Magistrate's Psalm.

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ERCY and judgment are my song;
And, since they both to thee belong,
My gracious God, my righteous King,
To thee my songs and vows I bring.
2 If I am raised to bear the sword,
I'll take my counsels from thy word;
Thy justice and thy heavenly grace
Shall be the pattern of my ways.
3 Let wisdom all my actions guide,
And let my God with me reside;
No wicked thing shall dwell with me,
Which may provoke thy jealousy.
4 No sons of slander, rage, and strife
Shall be companions of my life;
The haughty look, the heart of pride,
Within my doors shall ne'er abide.

5 (I'll search the land, and raise the just
To posts of honour, wealth and trust;
The men who work thy holy will,
Shall be my friends and favourites still.)

6 In vain shall sinners hope to rise,
By flattering or malicious lies;
And while the innocent I guard,
The bold offender shan't be spared.

7 The impious crew, that factious band,
Shall hide their heads, or quit the land;
And all who break the public rest,
Where I have power, shall be suppressed.
C. M. Mear. [*]

A Psalm for a Master of a Family.

10F justice and of grace I sing,

pay my God my vows;

Thy grace and justice, heavenly King,
Teach me to rule my house.

2 Now to my tent, O God, repair,
And make thy servant wise;
I'll suffer nothing near me there,
That shall offend thine eyes.

3 The man who doth his neighbour wrong,
By falsehood or by force,

The scornful eye, the slanderous tongue,-
I'll thrust them from my doors.

4 I'll seek the faithful and the just,
And will their help enjoy ;

These are the friends whom I shall trust,
The servants I'll employ.

5 The wretch, who deals in sly deceit,
I'll not endure a night:
'The liar's tongue I ever hate,
And banish from my sight.

6 I'll purge my family around,
And make the wicked flee;
So shall my house be ever found
A dwelling fit for thee.

PSALM 102. C. M. FIRST PART. China. [b]

Ver. 1-13, 20, 21. A Prayer for the Afflicted.

1H But answer, lest I die:

EAR me, O God, nor hide thy face;

Hast thou not built a throne of grace.
To hear when sinners cry?

p 2 My days are wasted, like the smoke,
Dissolving in the air;

My strength is dried; my heart is broke,
And sinking in despair.

3 My spirits flag, like withering grass,
Burnt with excessive heat;

In secret groans my minutes pass,
And I forget to eat.

4 [As on some lonely building's top,
The sparrow tells her moan,-
Far from the tents of joy and hope,
I sit and grieve alone.

5 My soul is like a wilderness,
Where beasts of midnight howl:
Where the sad raven finds her place,
And where the screaming owl.

6 Dark, dismal thoughts and boding fears
Dwell in my troubled breast;

While sharp reproaches wound mine ears,
Nor give my spirit rest.

7 My cup is mingled with my woes,
And tears are my repast:
My daily bread, like ashes, grows
Unpleasant to my taste.

8 Sense can afford no real joy,
To souls that feel thy frown;
Lord, 'twas thy hand advanced me high;
Thy hand hath cast me down.

9 My locks like withered leaves appear;
And life's declining light

Grows faint as evening shadows are,
That vanish into night.]

-10 But thou forever art the same,
O my eternal God!

o Ages to come shall know thy name,

And spread thy works abroad.

o 11 Thou wilt arise, and show thy face;
Nor will my Lord delay,

Beyond th' appointed hour of grace,
That long-expected day.

-12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry, And, by mysterious ways,

Redeems the prisoners doomed to die,
And fills their tongues with praise.

C. M.

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SECOND PART. St. Paul's.

Reading.

Zion. [*]

V. 13-21. Prayer heard, and Zion restored.

1 LET Zion and her sons rejoice

Behold the promised hour!

--Her God hath heard her mourning voice,
And comes t' exalt his power.

e 2 Her dust and ruins that remain
Are precious in our eyes:

o Those ruins shall be built again,
And all that dust shall rise.

g 3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem,
And stand in glory there;
Nations shall bow before his name,
And kings attend with fear.

p 4 He sits a Sovereign on his throne,
With pity in his eyes;

He hears the dying prisoners groan,
And sees their sighs arise.

-5 He frees the souls condemned to death;
And, when his saints complain,

It shan't be said that praying breath
Was ever spent in vain.

• 6 This shall be known, when we are dead,
And left on long record,-

That ages, yet unborn, may read,

And trust and praise the Lord.

L. M. Dresden. Leeds. [b]

V. 23-28.

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Saints die, but Christ and the Church live. is the Lord our Saviour's hand,

Iweakens our strength amidst the race;

e Disease and death, at his command,
Arrest us, and cut short our days.
o 2 Spare us, O Lord, aloud we pray,
Nor let our sun go down at noon :
o Thy years are one eternal day,
e And must thy children die so soon!
-3 Yet, in the midst of death and grief,
This thought our sorrow shall assuage:
"Our Father and our Saviour live;
"Christ is the same through every age."