2 [Ten thousand ages ere the skies
Were into motion brought,
All the long years and worlds to come
Stood present to his thought.

3 There's not a sparrow nor a worm
But's found in his decrees;
He raises monarchs to their thrones,
And sinks them as he please.]
4 If light attend the course I run,
'Tis he provides those rays;
And 'tis his hand that hides my sun,
If darkness cloud my days.

5 Yet I would not be much concern'd, Nor vainly long to see The volumes of his deep decrees, What months are writ for me. 6When he reveals the book of life,

O, may I read my name Among the chosen of his love, The followers of the Lamb.

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HYMN 67. B. 2. C. M. Stade, Abridge, Bedford. Dominion and immutability of God. OREAT God! how infinite art thou! What worthless worms are we! Let the whole race of creatures bow, And pay their praise to thec. 2 Thy throne eternal ages stood, Ere seas or stars were made; Thou art the ever-living God, Were all the nations dead. 3 Nature and time quite naked lie To thine immense survey, From the formation of the sky, To the great burning day. 4 Eternity, with all its years,

Stands present in thy view; To thee there's nothing old appearsGreat God! there's nothing new.

5 Our lives through various scenes are And vex'd with trifling cares! [drawn, While thine eternal thought moves on Thine undisturb'd affairs.

Great God! how infinite art thou! What worthless worms are we!

Let the whole race of creatures bow, And pay their praise to thee.

The world, created by his hands, Still on its first foundation stands. 2 But ere this spacious world was made, Or had its first foundation laid, Thy throne eternal ages stood, Thyself the Ever-living God. 3 Like floods the angry nations rive. And aim their rage against the skit Vain floods, that aim their rage so hig At thy rebuke the billows die. 4 Forever shall thy throne endure. Thy promise stands forever sure; And everlasting holiness

Becomes the dwellings of thy grace

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PSALM 93. P. M.

Old 50th. or Landaff, Cherriton.
Dominion of God,

1 THE Lord of glory reigns, he reigns on high
His robes of state are strength and majesty.
This wide creation rose at his command,
Built by his word and 'stablish'd by his hand.
Long stood his throne ere he began creation,
And his own Godhead is the firm foundation.
2 God is th' Eternal King: Thy foes in vain
Raise their rebellion to confound thy reign.
la vain the storms, in vain the floods arise,
And roar, and toss their waves against the skies:
Foaming at heaven, they rage with wild commotion,
But heaven's high arches scorn the swelling ocean.
3 Ye tempests, rage no more; ye floods, he still!
And the mad world submissive to his will:
Built on his truth, his church must ever stand;
Firm are his promises and strong his hand.
See his own sons, when they appear before him,
Bow at his footstool, and with car adore in.

4

Like billows fierce and loud, Against thine empire rage and roar: In vain, with angry spite,

The surly nations fight,

And dash like waves against the shore.

Let floods and nations rage, And all their powers engage: Let swelling tides assault the s

2 The sacred truths his lips pronounce
Shall firm as heaven endure:
And if he speak a promise once,
Th' eternal grace is sure.
3 How long the race of David held
The promis'd Jewish throne!
But there's a nobler covenant seal'd
To David's greater Son.

4 His seed forever shall possess

A throne above the skies ;.
The meanest subject of his grace
Shall to that glory rise.

5 Lord God of Hosts, thy wondrous ways
Are sung by saints above;
And saints on earth their honours raise
To thy unchanging love.

2 God reigns on high, but not confines
His goodness to the skies;
Thro' the whole earth his bounty shines,
And every want supplies.
3With longing eyes thy creatures wait
On thee for daily food:
Thy liberal hand provides. their meat,
And fills their mouths with good..
4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord!
How slow thine anger moves!
But soon he sends his pardoning word
To cheer the souls he loves..
5Creatures, with all their endless race,
Thy power and praise proclaim;
But saints, that taste thy richer grace,
Delight to bless thy name.

He owns the ransom, and forgives The hourly follies of our lives.

4 The vices of the mind he heals,
And cures the pains that nature feels,
Redeems the soul from hell, and saves
Our wasting life from threatening graves..
5Our youth decay'd, his power repairs;
His mercy crowns our growing years;
He satisfies our mouth with good,
And fills our hopes with heavenly food.
6He sees th' oppressor and th' oppress'd,
But will his justice more display
And often gives the sufferers rest;
In the last great rewarding day.
7[His power he shew'd by Moses' hands,
And gave to Israel his commands;
But sent his truth and mercy down
To all the nations by his Son.
8Let the whole earth his power confess,
Let the whole earth adore his grace:
The Gentile with the Jew shall join
In work and worship so divine.]

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PSALM 146. L. M... Luton, Blendon. Goodness and truth of God. 1PRAISEye the Lord; my heart shall join

In work so pleasant, so divine; Now while the flesh is mine abode, And when my soul ascends to God. 2Praise shall employ my noblest powers, While immortality endures:

My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last. 3Why should I make a man my trust? Princes must die and turn to dust; [power Their breath departs, their pomp, and And thoughts all vanish in an hour. 4 Happy the man whose hopes rely On Israel's God: he made the sky; And earth, and seas, with all their train, And none shall find his promise vain 5 His truth forever stands secure: He saves th' oppress'd, he feeds the poor;: He sends the labouring conscience peace, And grants the prisoner sweet release. 6The Lord hath eyes to give the blind ;. The Lord supports the sinking mind; He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless.. He loves his saints, he knows them well, But turns the wicked down to hell Thy God, O Zion! ever reigns ; Praise him in everlasting strains

Thy mercy swift; thine anger slow, But dreadful to the stubborn foe. 4 Thy works with sovereign glory shine, And speak thy majesty divine; Let every realm with joy" proclaim The sound and honour of thy name. 5 bet distant times and nations raise The long succession of thy praise; And unborn ages make my song The joy and labour of their tongue. 6 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds: Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds? Vast and unsearchable thy ways; Vast and immortal be thy praise!

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PSALM 145. 1st Part. C. M. *
Barby, Rochester.

Greatness and mercy of God.
1LONG as I live I'll bless thy name,
My King, my God of love;
My work and joy shall be the same
In the bright world above.
2 Great is the Lord, his power unknown,
And let his praise be great;
I'll sing the honours of thy throne,
Thy works of grace repeat.
3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue,
And, while my lips rejoice,
The men that hear my sacred song
Shall join their cheerful voice.
4 Fathers to sons shall teach thy name,
And children learn thy ways;
Ages to come thy truth proclaim,
And nations sound thy praise.
5 Thy glorious deeds of ancient date
Shall through the world be known:
Thine arm of power, thy heavenly state,
With public splendour shown.
The world is manag'd by thy hands;
Thy saints are rul'd by love;
And thine eternal kingdom stands,
Though rocks and hills remove.

3

4

Strong is his arm, his heart is wise;
What vain presumers dare
Against their Maker's hand to rise,
Or tempt th' unequal war?
[Mountains by his almighty wrath
From their old seats are torn;
He shakes the earth from south to north,
And all her pillars mourn.

5 He bids the sun forbear to rise;
The obedient sun forbears :
His hand with sackcloth spreads the
And seals up all the stars. [skies,
6 He walks upon the stormy sea;
Flies on the stormy wind:
There's none can trace his wondrous way
Or his dark footsteps find.]

HYMN 82. B. 1. L. M. or b 25 Fountain, Old Hundred. Holiness of God, and mortality of men.

2

HALL the vile race of flesh and blood

More holy, wise, or just than he? Shall mortal worms presume to be Behold he puts his trust in none Of all the spirits round his throne; Are neither holy, just, nor wise. Their natures, when compar'd with his, 3 But how much meaner things are they Who spring from dust and dwell in clay! We faint and vanish like the moth. Touch'd by the finger of thy wrath, 4 From night to day, from day to night, We die by thousands in thy sight: Bury'd in dust whole nations lie, Like a forgotten vanity. 5Almighty Power, to thee we bow; How frail are we, how glorious thou! No more the sons of earth shall dare With an eternal God compare.

Not one of all my thousand faults Can bear a just defence.

3

Oft he forgave their sins,

Nor would destroy their race,

2 To vindicate my words and thoughts I'll make no more pretence;