e Let no created greatness dare
With our eternal God compare,
Armed with his uncreated might.
e 3 He bows his glorious head to view
What the bright hosts of angels do,

And bends his care to mortal things:
-His sovereign hand exalts the poor;
He takes the needy from the door,
And makes them company for kings.
4 [When childless families despair,
He sends the blessing of an heir,

To rescue their expiring name; The mother, with a cheerful voice, Proclaims his praises and her joys: Let every age advance his fame.]

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L. M. Quercy. [*]

God Sovereign and Gracious.
E servants of th' almighty King,
In every age his praises sing;
Where'er the sun shall rise or set,
The nations shall his praise repeat.
2 Above the earth-beyond the sky,
Stands his high throne of majesty;
Nor time nor place his power restrain-
Nor bound his universal reign.

3 Which of the sons of Adam dare,
Or angels with their God compare?
His glories how divinely bright,
Who dwells in uncreated light!

4 Behold his love! he stoops to view
What saints above and angels do;
And condescends, yet more, to know
The mean affairs of men below.
5 From dust, and cottages obscure,
His grace exalts the humble poor;
Gives them the honour of his sons,
And fits them for their heavenly thrones.
6 A word of his creating voice,
Can make the barren house rejoice:
Though Sarah's ninety years were past,
The promised seed is born at last.

7 With joy the mother views her son,
And tells the wonders God has done;

Faith may grow strong when sense despairs;
If nature fails, the promise bears.]

PSALM 114. L. M. Blendon. [*]
Miracles attending Israel's Journey.

1W Left the proud tyrant and his land, The tribes, with cheerful homage, own Their King, and Judah was his throne. e 2 Across the deep their journey lay; o The deep divides to make them way: -Jordan beheld their march, and fled, With backward current, to his head. o 3 The mountains shook like frighted sheep, Like lambs the little hillocks leap;

HEN Israel, freed from Pharaoh's hand,

Not Sinai on her base could stand,
Conscious of sovereign power at hand.

e 4 What power could make the deep divide!
Make Jordan backward roll his tide!
Why did ye leap, ye little hills?

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And whence the fright that Sinai feels?
5 Let every mountain, every flood,
Retire, and know th' approaching God!
The King of Israel! see him here!
Tremble, thou earth, adore, and fear.
6 He thunders-and all nature mourns:
The rock to standing pools he turns;
Flints spring with fountains at his word,
And fires and seas confess the Lord.

PSALM 115. L. M. 1st Pr. Psalm 97th. [*] The true God; or, Idolatry reproved.

1 NOT

OT to ourselves, who are but dust,
Not to ourselves is glory due;

Eternal God, thou only just,

Thou only gracious, wise and true!

g 2 Shine forth, in all thy dreadful name; Why should a heathen's haughty tongue

Insult us, and, to raise our shame,

d Say, "Where's the God you've served so long?" o 3 The God, we serve, maintains his throne, Above the clouds, beyond the skies: Through all the earth his will is done; He knows our groans, he hears our cries.

e 4 But the vain idols they adore,
Are senseless shapes of stone and wood;
At best a mass of glittering ore,

A silver saint, or golden god.

--5 [With eyes and ears they carve the head;
Deaf are their ears, their eyes are blind :
In vain are costly offerings made,
And vows are scattered in the wind.

6 Their feet were never made to move,
Nor hands to save when mortals pray:
Mortals that pay them fear or love,
Seem to be blind and deaf as they.]

g 7 O Israel, make the Lord thy hope,
Thy help, thy refuge, and thy rest:
The Lord shall build thy ruins up,
And bless the people and the priest.

a 8 The dead no more can speak thy praise,
They dwell in silence in the grave;

o But we shall live to sing thy grace,
u And tell the world thy power to save.

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P. M.

Walworth. [*]

Popish Idolatry reproved.

Not to our worthless names is glory due;

to our names, thou only Just and True,

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Thy power and grace, thy truth and justice,
Immortal honours to thy sovereign name.
Shine through the earth, from heaven thy blest abode,
Nor let the heathen say," And where's your God?"

2 Heaven is thy higher court; there stands thy throne; And through the lower worlds thy will is done: Earth is thy work; the heavens thy hand hath spread; e But fools adore the gods their hands have made: -The kneeling crowd, with looks devout, behold Their silver saviours and their saints of gold.

3 [Vain are those artful shapes of eyes and ears,
The molten image neither sees nor hears;
Their hands are helpless, nor their feet can move;
They have no speech, nor thought, nor power, nor love:
Yet sottish mortals make their long complaints
To their deaf idols and their moveless saints.

4 The rich have statues well adorned with gold; The poor, content with gods of coarser mould, With tools of iron carve the senseless stock, Lopped from a tree, or broken from a rock: People and priest drive on the solemn trade, And trust the gods that saws and hammers made.] a 5 Be heaven and earth amazed!-'Tis hard to say, Which the more stupid,-or their gods or they. o O Israel, trust the Lord; HE hears and sees; He knows thy sorrows, and restores thy peace: His worship does a thousand comforts yield; He is thy help, and he thy heavenly shield. o 6 In God we trust: our impious foes in vain Attempt our ruin, and oppose his reign;

e Had they prevailed, darkness had closed our days, And death and silence had forbid his praise: s But we are saved, and live: let songs arise, And Zion bless the God who built the skies.

PSALM 116. C. M. 1ST PT. Canterbury. [* b] Recovery from Sickness.

LOVE the Lord; he heard my cries,

[And pitied every groan:

Long as I live, when troubles rise.

I'll hasten to his throne.

2 I love the Lord: he bowed his ear,
And chased my griefs away:
O let my heart no more despair,
While I have breath to pray!

e 3 My flesh declined, my spirits fell,
And I drew near the dead;

While inward pangs, and fears of hell,
Perplexed my wakeful head.

d 4 "My God," I cried, "thy servant save,
"Thou ever good and just;

"Thy power can rescue from the grave;

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Thy power is all my trust."

5 The Lord beheld me sore distressed;

He bade my pains remove: Return, my soul, to God thy rest,

For thou hast known his love.

o 6 My God hath saved my soul from death, And dried my falling tears;

o Now to his praise I'll spend my breath,
And my remaining years.]

C. M. 2D PART. Hymn 2d. St. Martin's. [*]
V. 12, &c. Vows made in Trouble, paid in the Church.
THAT shall I render to my God,
For all his kindness shown?

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o My feet shall visit thine abode, My songs address thy throne.

-2 Among the saints who fill thy house,
My offering shall be paid;

There shall my zeal perform the vows,
My soul in anguish made.

e 3 How much is mercy thy delight,
Thou ever blessed God!

How dear thy servants in thy sight!
How precious is their blood!

o 4 How happy all thy servants are!
How great thy grace to me!

My life, which thou hast made thy care,
Lord, I devote to thee.

-5 Now I am thine-forever thine-
Nor shall my purpose move;

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Thy hand hath loosed my bonds of pain,
And bound me with thy love.

6 Here, in thy courts, I leave my vow,
And thy rich grace record;

Witness, ye saints, who hear me now,
If I forsake the Lord.

PSALM 117. C.. M.

Doxology. [*]

Praise to God from all Nations.
ALL ye nations, praise the Lord,

10 Each with a different tongue;

In every language learn his word,

And let his name be sung.

2 His mercy reigns through every land! Proclaim his grace abroad;

Forever firm his truth shall stand;

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Praise ye the faithful God.

ROM all who dwell below the skies,
Let the Creator's praise arise;