ན gone, 7 To thee will I direct my prayer, 6 His laws are just and pure; His truth without deceit; To taste thy mercies there; 6 My watchful enemies combine 8 The men,that love and fear thy name, 414} 2 PSALM 19. 1st Part. S. M. 1 BED Still keep their course the same; 3 In every different land Their general voice is known; They show the wonders of his hand, And orders of his throne. 4 Ye Christian lands, rejoice! Here he reveals his word; 5 We are not left to nature's voice His statutes and commands Are set before our eyes; 8 While of thy works I sing, 415} PSALM 19. 2d Part. S. M. & God's word most excellent; or, sincer- 1 BE For a Lord's day morning. 2 But where the gospel comes, 3 4 And all thy judgments just; My gracious God, how plain 5 I hear thy word with love, 7 The errors of his ways? Yet with a bold presumptuous mind 416 PSALM 63. 1st Part. C. M. * 416} The morning of a Lord's day. He puts his gospel in our hands,ET haste to seek thy face: Where our salvation lies. My thirsty spirit faints away, Without thy cheering grace. 2 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 power Through all thy temple shine; My God, repeat that heavenly hour, That vision so divine! 4 Not all the blessings of a feast One thought of thee gives new delight, 418} PSALM 63. S. M. Hopkins, Thacher. Seeking God. Can please my soul so well,MY God, permit my tongue As when thy richer grace I taste, 6 Thus till my last expiring day, Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest; The glories that compose thy name Stand all engag'd to make me blest. 2Thou 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. 3 With heart, and eyes, and lifted hands, For thee long, to thee I look; As travellers, in thirsty lands, Pant for the cooling water-brook. 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. 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. 6 My life itself, without thy love, No taste of pleasure could afford; "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, 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 * This joy, to call thee mine; And let my early cries prevail To taste thy love divine. 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 quickening grace. For life without thy love No relish can afford; No joy can be compar'd to 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. In wakeful hours of night, I call my God to mind; I think how wise thy counsels are, And all thy dealings kind. Since thou hast been my help, And on thy watchful providence To thee my spirit flies, My cheerful hope relies. The shadow of thy wings My soul in safety keeps; I follow where my Father leads, And he supports my steps. 3 One day amidst the place Where my dear God hath been, 4 My willing soul would stay 420} PSALM 92. 1st Part. L. M. X Gloucester, Antigua. A psalm for the Lord's day. The sleeping Conqueror arose, And burst their feeble chain. 4 To thy great name, Almighty Lord, 5 [Salvation and immortal praise WEET is the work, my God, myKing, 422 PSALM 118. 4th Part. C. M. 'S! To praise thy name, give thanks and shine! How deep thy counsels! how divine! All I desir'd or wish'd below; 421 1 21} HYMN 72. B. 2. C. M. * The Lord's day; or, the resurrection of Christ. Braintree, York. Hosanna; the Lord's day; or, Christ's 3 Hosanna to th' anointed King, 5 Hosanna in the highest strains The church on earth can raise; The highest heavens, in which he reigns, Shall give him nobler praise. EE what a living stone SEE Yet God hath built his church thereon, The scribe and angry priest LEST morning, whose young Yet on this rock shall Zion rest, BLEST dawning rays Beheld our rising God; That saw him triumph o'er the dust, 2 In the cold prison of a tomb As the chief corner-stone. 3 The work, O Lord, is thine, And wondrous in our eyes; 4 This day declares it all divine, This is the glorious day Let us rejoice, and sing, and pray 5 Hosanna to the King Of David's royal blood; 6 Now is the time: he bends his ear, And waits for your request; Bless him, ye saints; he comes to bring Come, lest he rouse his wrath, and swear Salvation from your God. 6 We bless thine holy word, Which all this grace displays; And offer on thine altar, Lord, Our sacrifice of praise. The same. * O! what a glorious corner-stone The Jewish builders did refuse; But God hath built his church thereon, In spite of envy, and the Jews. 2 Great God! the work is all divine, The joy and wonder of our eyes; This is the day that proves it thine, The day that saw our Saviour rise. 3 Sinners rejoice, and saints be glad; Hosanna, let his name be blest; A thousand honours on his head, With peace, and light, and glory rest! 4 In God's own name he comes to bring Salvation to our dying race; Let the whole church address their King With hearts of joy, and songs of praise. 1 SING to the Lord Jehovah's name, And in his strength rejoice; When his salvation is our theme, Exalted be our voice. 2With 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, kneel before his face; O may the creatures of his power Be children of his grace! Ye shall not see my rest." Cand hymns of glory sing; Jehovah is the sovereign God, The universal King. OME, sound his praise abroad, 2 He form'd the deeps unknown; He gave the seas their bound, The watery worlds are all his own, And all the solid ground, 3 4 5 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. To-day attend his voice, Nor dare provoke his rod; Come, like the people of his choice, And own your gracious God. But if your ears refuse The language of his grace, [Jews, And hearts grow hard, like stubborn That unbelieving race; 6 The Lord, in vengeance drest, Will lift his hand, and swear, "Ye that despis'd my promis'd rest "Shall have no portion there." PSALM 95. L. M. X 427 Luton, China, Castle Street. Canaan lost through unbelief; or, a warning to delaying sinners. OME, let our voices join to raise God is a sovereign King; rehearse His honours in exalted verse. 2 Come, let our souls address the Lord, Who fram'd our natures with his word: He is our shepherd; we the sheep His mercy chose, his pastures keep. 3 Come, let us hear his voice to-day, The counsels of his love obey; Now let our harden'd hearts renew The sins and plagues that Israel knew. 4 Israel, that saw, his works of grace, Tempted their Maker to his face; A faithless, unbelieving brood, That tir'd the patience of their God. 428} HYMN 165. B. 2. C. M. b Barby, Bedford. Unfruitfulness, ignorance, and unsanctified affections. 1LONG have 1 sat beneath the sound Of thy salvation, Lord; But still how weak my faith is found, And knowledge of thy word, 2 Oft I frequent thy holy place, And hear almost in vain: How small a portion of thy grace My memory can retain! 3 [My dear Almighty, and my God, How little art thou known By all the judgments of thy rod, 5 Great God! thy sovereign power impart, dwell By faith and love in every breast; Then shall we know, and taste, and fee The joys that cannot be express'd. 2 Come, fill our hearts with inward strength, Make our enlarged souls possess And learn the height, and breadth, and Of thine unmeasurable grace. [length 3 Now to the God, whose power can do More than our thoughts or wishes know, By all the church, through Christ his Son Be everlasting honours done 2 [Honour's a puff of noisy breath; 3 While others starve the nobler mind, 4 The pleasures that allure our sense 6 |