-4 Make not increasing gold your trust,
Nor set your hearts on glitt'ring dust;
Why wil you grasp the fleeting smoke,
And not believe what God has spoke?
e 5 Once has his awful voice declar'd-
Once and again my ears have heard:
o All power is his eternal due;
'He must be fear'd 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 Part. Sunday. Barby._[*] V. 1, 2, 5, 3, 4. The Morning of the Lord's Day
EARLY, my God, without delay,
I baste 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.
8 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. 2nd Part. Colchester. [*]
V. 1-10. Midnight Thoughts recollected.
1['T WAS in the watches of the night,
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 sa'vation nigh.'
-3 My spirit labours up thy 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;
. 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 for ever 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
el 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 arord; "Twould but a tiresome burden prove, If I were banish'd 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.]
8 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.
Y 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.
Within thy churches, Lord,
I long to find my place;
Thy power and glory to behold,
And feel thy quick'ning grace.]
4 For life, without thy love,
No relish can afford;
No joy can be compar'd with this,
To serve and please the Lord.
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;
1 think how wise thy counsels are, And all thy dealings kind.
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. Part. Weldon. Quercy. [*] V. 1-5. Public Prayer and Praise.
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 wh..e 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.]
5 Let Babel fear when Zion prays:
Babel, prepare for long distress,
When Zion's God himself arrays
In terrour, and in righteousness.
6 With dreadful glory God fulfils
What his afflicted saints request;
And with almighty wrath reveals
His love, to give his churches rest.
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 ador'd.
L. M. 2nd Part.
Nantwich. Truro. [*]
V.5-13. Divine Providence and Grace.
HE God of our salvation hears
The groans of Zion mix'd with tears
Yet, when he comes with kind designs,
Through all the way his terrour shines.
2 On God the race of .nan depends
Far as the earth's remotest ends;
Where the Creator's name is know
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, establish'd by his hand,
Firm on their old foundations stand.
6 Behold his ensign sweep the sky;
New comets blaze, and lightnings fly
The heathen lands, with swift surprise,
From the bright horrours 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 dress'd in flowers.
9 ['Tis from his wat'ry 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 neighb'ring hills repeat their joys
11 [The pastures smile in green array,
There lambs and larger cattle play;
The larger cattle and the lab,
Each in his language speaks thy name.
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