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           Family-Hymns
           .
           Gather'd
           (
           mostly
           )
           out
           of
           the
           best
           Translations
           of
           
           David's
           Psalms
           .
        
         
           
             
               Psal.
               118.15
            
             .
          
           
             The
             voice
             of
             rejoycing
             and
             of
             salvation
             is
             in
             the
             Tabernacles
             of
             the
             righteous
             .
          
        
         
           
             Psalmis
             &
             Hymnis
             cùm
             oratis
             Deum
             ,
             hoc
             versetur
             in
             corde
             quod
             profertur
             in
             voce
             .
          
           
             
               Aug.
               Epist.
            
             109.
             
               ad
               Monachas
            
             .
          
        
         
           
             
               
                 
                   Licenced
                
                 
                   
                     
                       15
                       January
                       1694
                       /
                       5.
                       
                    
                  
                   
                     Edward
                     Cooke
                     .
                  
                
              
            
          
        
         
           LONDON
           ,
           Printed
           for
           
             Tho.
             Parkhurst
          
           at
           the
           Bible
           and
           
             Three
             Crowns
          
           ,
           the
           lower
           End
           of
           Cheapside
           .
           1695.
           
        
      
       
         
         
           ERRATA
           .
        
         
           IN
           the
           Preface
           ,
           p.
           3.
           lin
           .
           13.
           r.
           cap.
           9.
           p.
           6.
           l.
           21.
           r.
           pronuncianti
           .
           Pag.
           4.
           l.
           11.
           for
           th'
           read
           the.
           p.
           5.
           l.
           27.
           add
           I.
           in
           the
           beginning
           of
           the
           line
           .
           p.
           9.
           l.
           17.
           for
           
             Thou
             art
             then
          
           ,
           read
           
             Thus
             art
             thou
          
           .
           p.
           13.
           l.
           21.
           for
           wo
           read
           who
           .
           p.
           17.
           l.
           14.
           for
           fulness
           ,
           read
           fatness
           .
           p.
           19.
           l.
           24.
           for
           on
           ,
           read
           in
           .
           p.
           22.
           l.
           13.
           for
           
             will
             be
             perform'd
          
           ,
           read
           ,
           
             will
             we
             perform
          
           .
           p.
           23.
           l.
           17.
           for
           adorn'd
           ,
           read
           advanc'd
           .
           p.
           29.
           l.
           6.
           for
           Ages
           ,
           read
           Age.
           p.
           45.
           l.
           5.
           for
           ond
           ,
           read
           and.
           p.
           49.
           l.
           5.
           for
           Hill
           ,
           read
           Hills
           ,
           p.
           53.
           l.
           9.
           for
           was
           ,
           read
           wast
           .
           p.
           63.
           l.
           18.
           add
           And
           in
           the
           beginning
           of
           the
           line
           .
        
      
       
         
         
           TO
           THE
           READER
           .
        
         
           MY
           Design
           in
           this
           Essay
           is
           to
           promote
           the
           singing
           of
           Psalms
           in
           Families
           ,
           as
           a
           part
           of
           their
           Daily
           Worship
           ,
           especially
           their
           Sabbath-Worship
           ;
           an
           Exercise
           which
           (
           however
           it
           be
           now
           with
           other
           Instances
           of
           the
           warmest
           Devotion
           sadly
           disus'd
           ,
           yet
           )
           was
           antiently
           practised
           by
           the
           generality
           of
           serious
           Christians
           ,
           who
           thus
           turn'd
           their
           Houses
           into
           Churches
           ,
           (
           such
           Churches
           as
           Saint
           Paul
           speaks
           of
           ,
           Rom.
           16.5
           .
           〈…〉
           2.
           )
           by
           praising
           God
           together
           ,
           and
           by
           teaching
           and
           admonishing
           one
           another
           in
           singing
           of
           Psalms
           .
           If
           we
           ask
           for
           the
           good
           Old
           Way
           ,
           we
           shall
           f●nd
           this
           Path
           in
           it
           trodden
           by
           the
           Primitive
           Christians
           in
           the
           Church's
           early
           days
           ;
           among
           the
           particulars
           of
           whose
           Religion
           that
           Learned
           
           Pen
           ,
           which
           wrote
           the
           
             Primitive
             Christianity
          
           ,
           traceth
           remarkable
           Foot-steps
           of
           this
           Family-Exercise
           ,
           
             Part
             1.
             
             Ch.
             9.
          
           
           The
           sound
           of
           this
           Melody
           was
           not
           only
           heard
           in
           their
           Solemn
           Assemblies
           ,
           where
           it
           appears
           by
           many
           passages
           (
           particularly
           that
           known
           Account
           which
           Pliny
           gives
           to
           Trajan
           of
           the
           Christians
           ,
           
             Epist.
             l.
             10.
          
           )
           to
           have
           been
           a
           considerable
           part
           of
           their
           Publick
           Worship
           ,
           but
           in
           their
           private
           Houses
           also
           ,
           where
           it
           seems
           to
           have
           been
           the
           common
           usage
           to
           sing
           Psalms
           with
           their
           Wives
           and
           Children
           ,
           especially
           at
           and
           after
           their
           Meals
           ;
           a
           practice
           commended
           by
           
             Clemens
             Alexandrinus
             Paedag.
             lib.
             2.
             c.
             4.
          
           by
           
             Chrysostom
             in
             Psal.
             41.
          
           which
           made
           the
           Psalms
           so
           familiar
           to
           them
           ,
           that
           ,
           as
           Jerom
           tells
           us
           (
           
             Epist.
             ad
             Marcel
          
           .
           )
           in
           the
           place
           where
           be
           liv'd
           you
           could
           not
           go
           into
           the
           Field
           but
           you
           should
           bear
           the
           Plow
           men
           ,
           and
           the
           Mowers
           ,
           and
           the
           Vine-dressers
           thus
           employ'd
           :
           
             Sonet
             Psalmos
             convivium
             sobrium
          
           ,
           saith
           
             Cyprian
             .
             Socrates
             Hist.
             Eccles.
             lib.
             7.
             cap.
             22.
          
           speaks
           of
           it
           as
           the
           practice
           of
           Theodosius
           the
           Emperor
           ,
           to
           rise
           early
           every
           morning
           to
           sing
           Psalms
           with
           his
           Sisters
           ;
           so
           that
           his
           Palace
           (
           saith
           
           he
           )
           was
           like
           a
           Monastery
           ,
           or
           Religious
           House
           ,
           
             〈◊〉
             〈◊〉
             〈◊〉
             〈◊〉
             〈◊〉
          
           And
           I
           have
           sometimes
           thought
           that
           the
           Service
           of
           the
           Monasteries
           in
           the
           degenerate
           Ages
           of
           the
           Church
           (
           which
           is
           known
           to
           have
           consisted
           very
           much
           in
           Singing
           )
           was
           but
           the
           remaining
           Form
           and
           Carcass
           of
           that
           Life
           and
           Power
           of
           Godliness
           and
           Religious
           Worship
           which
           had
           originally
           reign'd
           in
           most
           Christian
           Families
           .
           That
           's
           a
           good
           hint
           of
           Tertullian
           in
           his
           Book
           
             ad
             Uxorem
          
           (
           written
           about
           the
           Year
           205.
           )
           
             lib.
             2.
             cap.
          
           —
           where
           cautioning
           Christian
           Women
           not
           to
           marry
           with
           Unbelievers
           ,
           he
           urgeth
           this
           against
           it
           ,
           that
           those
           who
           were
           so
           link'd
           ,
           could
           not
           have
           their
           Husbands
           to
           sing
           Psalms
           with
           them
           ,
           in
           their
           Houses
           ;
           whereas
           ,
           when
           those
           in
           that
           Relation
           draw
           together
           in
           the
           Yoke
           of
           Christ
           ,
           
             sonant
             inter
             duos
             Psalmi
             &
             Hymni
             ,
             &
             mutuo
             provocant
             quis
             melius
             Deo
             suo
             canet
          
           ;
           their
           only
           strife
           then
           is
           ,
           which
           shall
           be
           most
           affectionate
           and
           serious
           in
           singing
           Psalms
           .
           And
           to
           come
           nearer
           our
           own
           day
           ,
           that
           is
           worthyour
           notice
           which
           
             Mr.
             Quick
          
           in
           the
           
             In
             roduction
          
           to
           his
           Synodicon
           tells
           us
           ,
           
             Vol.
             1.
             p.
             5.
          
           that
           the
           singing
           of
           Psalms
           in
           
           Families
           ,
           even
           those
           of
           the
           best
           .
           Rank
           ,
           not
           only
           at
           their
           Morning
           and
           Evening
           Worship
           ,
           but
           at
           their
           Meals
           ,
           conduced
           very
           much
           to
           the
           strength
           and
           growth
           of
           the
           Reformed
           Religion
           in
           France
           in
           its
           first
           and
           best
           days
           .
           And
           the
           
             Title
             page
          
           of
           our
           old
           
             English
             Translation
          
           of
           the
           Psalms
           into
           Metre
           ,
           set
           forth
           and
           allowed
           at
           the
           beginning
           of
           our
           Reformation
           ,
           in
           
             Edw.
             the
             6th's
          
           Time
           ,
           recommends
           them
           to
           be
           sung
           
             in
             private
             houses
             for
             their
             godly
             solace
             and
             comfort
             .
          
           And
           how
           the
           houses
           of
           the
           good
           old
           Protestants
           were
           perfum'd
           with
           this
           Incense
           daily
           ,
           especially
           on
           Lord's
           days
           ,
           we
           have
           heard
           with
           our
           Ears
           ,
           and
           our
           Fathers
           have
           told
           us
           .
           Gladly
           therefore
           would
           I
           contribute
           something
           towards
           the
           revival
           of
           this
           duty
           in
           Christian
           Families
           ,
           which
           ,
           if
           they
           be
           (
           as
           they
           should
           be
           )
           Nurseries
           and
           Seminaries
           of
           Piety
           ,
           would
           certainly
           embrace
           this
           as
           an
           excellent
           means
           of
           instilling
           Religion
           betimes
           into
           the
           minds
           of
           their
           little
           Children
           ,
           who
           ,
           as
           they
           commonly
           attend
           most
           to
           this
           duty
           ,
           so
           they
           will
           sooner
           receive
           the
           good
           impressions
           of
           it
           ,
           than
           of
           any
           other
           ;
           and
           thus
           out
           of
           the
           mouths
           of
           Babes
           and
           Sucklings
           will
           
             praise
             be
             perfected
          
           ,
           
           to
           the
           glory
           of
           God
           ,
           and
           
             strength
             ordained
          
           to
           the
           comfort
           of
           Families
           ;
           compare
           
             Mat.
             21.16
          
           .
           with
           
             Psal.
             8.2
             .
             Austin
             (
             Prolog
             .
             in
             Lib.
             Psalm
             .
             )
          
           suggests
           ,
           that
           Psalms
           were
           written
           ,
           and
           the
           singing
           of
           Psalms
           appointed
           ,
           very
           much
           for
           the
           sake
           of
           Youth
           .
           
             Propterea
             Psalmorum
          
           (
           saith
           he
           )
           
             nobis
             per
             modulos
             aptata
             sunt
             Carmina
             ,
             ut
             vel
             aetate
             Puerili
             ,
             vel
             qui
             Adolescentes
             sunt
             moribus
             ,
             quasi
             cantilenâ
             quâdam
             psallentes
             delectari
             videantur
             .
          
        
         
           What
           shall
           I
           say
           then
           to
           persuade
           Masters
           of
           Families
           who
           have
           hitherto
           neglected
           their
           duty
           ,
           to
           begin
           it
           now
           ;
           Better
           late
           than
           never
           .
           The
           experience
           of
           many
           that
           make
           conscience
           of
           it
           will
           testifie
           both
           the
           sweetness
           and
           profit
           of
           it
           .
           If
           Psalms
           were
           more
           sung
           in
           Families
           ,
           they
           would
           be
           better
           sung
           in
           Congregations
           .
           Let
           none
           plead
           want
           of
           time
           as
           their
           excuse
           ;
           for
           how
           can
           time
           be
           spent
           better
           than
           in
           praising
           God
           ?
           And
           is
           there
           not
           a
           great
           deal
           of
           our
           precious
           hours
           thrown
           away
           every
           day
           upon
           other
           things
           that
           are
           less
           to
           the
           purpose
           of
           a
           Christian
           ?
           Nor
           will
           there
           be
           room
           for
           this
           pretence
           ,
           if
           care
           be
           taken
           not
           to
           defer
           Family
           Worship
           too
           late
           ,
           either
           morning
           or
           evening
           ,
           so
           as
           to
           crowd
           
           it
           into
           a
           corner
           (
           as
           many
           do
           by
           a
           thousand
           impertinences
           )
           as
           likewise
           so
           to
           proportion
           the
           other
           parts
           of
           the
           duty
           ,
           that
           they
           may
           not
           justle
           out
           this
           .
           It
           is
           the
           wisdom
           of
           Masters
           of
           Families
           ,
           so
           to
           manage
           their
           Family
           Worship
           ,
           that
           they
           may
           make
           it
           ,
           as
           much
           as
           possible
           ,
           a
           pleasure
           ,
           and
           not
           a
           task
           to
           their
           Children
           and
           Servants
           .
           Nor
           let
           want
           of
           skill
           be
           an
           excuse
           ;
           there
           may
           be
           much
           of
           acceptable
           Affection
           ,
           where
           there
           appears
           but
           little
           of
           Art.
           Plain
           Song
           best
           befits
           plain
           Israelites
           .
           A
           small
           degree
           of
           skill
           (
           and
           that
           easily
           attain'd
           by
           any
           that
           give
           their
           minds
           to
           it
           )
           will
           suffice
           to
           the
           management
           of
           this
           duty
           
             decently
             and
             in
             order
          
           ,
           and
           more
           there
           needs
           not
           ;
           for
           in
           private
           Families
           the
           quickest
           way
           of
           singing
           seems
           to
           be
           most
           agreeable
           ;
           such
           singing
           as
           the
           Great
           Athanasius
           appointed
           in
           the
           Church
           of
           
             Alexandria
             ,
             ut
             pronunciani
             vicinior
             esset
             quàm
             canenti
             ,
          
           more
           like
           reading
           than
           singing
           .
           So
           Austin
           tells
           us
           ,
           
             Confess
             .
             lib.
             10.
             cap.
             33.
          
           and
           approves
           of
           it
           as
           a
           good
           means
           to
           preserve
           that
           spiritual
           delight
           which
           should
           be
           in
           this
           Ordinance
           ,
           from
           degenerating
           into
           a
           sensitive
           pleasure
           ,
           which
           it
           is
           apt
           to
           do
           when
           Tunes
           and
           Notes
           are
           over-much
           
           study'd
           and
           affected
           ,
           and
           the
           Ear
           tickled
           with
           them
           .
        
         
           Nor
           let
           any
           be
           afraid
           that
           their
           Neighbours
           should
           over-hear
           them
           :
           We
           serve
           à
           Master
           that
           we
           have
           no
           reason
           to
           be
           asham'd
           of
           ,
           to
           whom
           we
           have
           engaged
           ,
           that
           whatever
           others
           do
           ,
           
             we
             and
             our
             houses
             will
             serve
             him
          
           ;
           and
           whose
           hold
           is
           so
           great
           of
           the
           Consciences
           even
           of
           bad
           men
           ,
           that
           those
           whose
           contempt
           and
           reproach
           you
           fear
           ,
           even
           of
           them
           perhaps
           you
           will
           
             be
             had
             in
             honour
             ,
             2
             Sam.
             6.22
             .
          
           Nay
           ,
           
             your
             Light
          
           hereby
           may
           so
           
             shine
             before
             men
          
           ,
           that
           others
           may
           be
           brought
           to
           
             glorifie
             your
             Father
             which
             is
             in
             Heaven
             ,
             Mat.
             5.16
             .
          
        
         
           If
           any
           make
           it
           an
           excuse
           that
           they
           are
           unready
           in
           finding
           out
           such
           Psalms
           ,
           or
           passages
           in
           the
           Psalms
           ,
           as
           are
           most
           proper
           for
           Family
           use
           ,
           such
           may
           perhaps
           receive
           some
           help
           from
           this
           small
           Collection
           .
        
         
           It
           is
           taken
           out
           of
           
           David's
           Psalms
           ,
           and
           further
           we
           seldom
           need
           to
           go
           for
           Hymns
           and
           
             Spiritual
             Songs
          
           ,
           though
           other
           Scriptures
           may
           ,
           no
           doubt
           ,
           be
           us'd
           this
           way
           much
           to
           edification
           .
           
             Nolite
             cantare
             nisi
             quod
             legit
             is
             esse
             cantandum
             ,
          
           
           is
           a
           good
           Rule
           which
           Austin
           gives
           
             Epist.
             109.
          
           
           This
           Collection
           will
           be
           the
           more
           useful
           (
           and
           it
           is
           what
           I
           chiefly
           aim
           at
           in
           it
           )
           if
           every
           one
           in
           the
           Family
           have
           a
           Book
           ,
           so
           that
           the
           Psalm
           or
           Hymn
           (
           for
           the
           distinction
           is
           but
           nominal
           )
           may
           be
           sung
           without
           reading
           the
           Line
           betwixt
           ,
           which
           is
           the
           general
           practice
           of
           the
           Reformed
           Churches
           abroad
           ,
           and
           renders
           the
           duty
           more
           pleasant
           and
           profitable
           ,
           and
           takes
           up
           less
           time
           ,
           and
           is
           practicable
           enough
           in
           a
           Family
           ,
           if
           not
           in
           large
           Congregations
           .
        
         
           The
           gathering
           of
           Verses
           out
           of
           several
           Psalms
           ,
           and
           putting
           them
           together
           ,
           may
           seem
           to
           be
           a
           violation
           of
           their
           own
           native
           coherence
           .
           But
           I
           hope
           it
           will
           not
           give
           offence
           to
           any
           ,
           since
           it
           is
           no
           more
           so
           ,
           than
           the
           joyning
           of
           several
           passages
           of
           Scriptures
           remote
           from
           each
           other
           ,
           and
           putting
           them
           together
           in
           our
           Prayers
           and
           Sermons
           ,
           which
           is
           generally
           practis'd
           :
           Besides
           that
           ,
           it
           is
           a
           liberty
           which
           is
           often
           taken
           by
           the
           Clarks
           that
           give
           out
           the
           Psalms
           in
           publick
           ;
           And
           I
           think
           those
           who
           dislike
           it
           not
           there
           ,
           will
           the
           rather
           allow
           it
           in
           private
           Families
           .
           Nay
           ,
           I
           am
           in
           h●pes
           that
           the
           reference
           .
           I
           have
           made
           
           all
           along
           to
           the
           Psalms
           and
           Verses
           ,
           will
           increase
           and
           lead
           to
           an
           acquaintance
           with
           the
           Book
           of
           Psalms
           in
           general
           ,
           which
           I
           would
           not
           that
           this
           Essay
           should
           at
           all
           lessen
           or
           supersede
           .
        
         
           I
           have
           made
           use
           of
           the
           best
           approved
           Translations
           ,
           especially
           
             Mr.
             Patrick's
          
           ,
           and
           
             Mr.
             Barton's
          
           ;
           as
           likewise
           Bishop
           
             King's
             ,
             Mr.
             Smith's
             ,
             Dr.
             Ford's
             ,
          
           and
           
             Mr.
             Baxter's
          
           ,
           who
           have
           each
           of
           them
           labour'd
           well
           in
           this
           Province
           ;
           nor
           have
           I
           neglected
           the
           Old
           Translation
           ,
           which
           considering
           the
           Age
           in
           which
           it
           was
           done
           ,
           and
           that
           it
           broke
           the
           Ice
           ,
           is
           not
           such
           a
           contemptible
           piece
           us
           some
           love
           to
           represent
           it
           .
           I
           have
           taken
           that
           out
           of
           each
           which
           I
           judg'd
           the
           best
           and
           most
           suitable
           to
           my
           purpose
           ,
           acting
           herein
           not
           as
           a
           Censor
           ,
           but
           as
           a
           Gleaner
           .
           Books
           are
           known
           to
           have
           their
           Fate
           
             ad
             captum
             Lectoris
          
           ,
           and
           therefore
           I
           hope
           my
           pardon
           for
           making
           this
           use
           of
           the
           Labours
           of
           others
           will
           be
           easily
           granted
           ,
           and
           this
           general
           Acknowledgment
           will
           suffice
           to
           acquit
           me
           from
           the
           Charge
           of
           Plagiarism
           .
           I
           have
           not
           varied
           at
           any
           time
           from
           my
           Authors
           meerly
           for
           variation
           sake
           ,
           yet
           throughout
           I
           
           have
           seen
           cause
           very
           often
           to
           alter
           ,
           and
           in
           many
           places
           to
           build
           a-new
           (
           especially
           where
           I
           was
           willing
           to
           contract
           )
           according
           to
           the
           best
           of
           my
           skill
           .
           The
           performance
           indeed
           is
           but
           very
           small
           ,
           yet
           the
           Design
           is
           honest
           ,
           and
           it
           will
           be
           fruit
           abounding
           to
           a
           good
           account
           ,
           if
           it
           do
           but
           help
           forward
           the
           work
           of
           singing
           Psalms
           ,
           in
           which
           the
           will
           of
           God
           is
           done
           on
           Earth
           somewhat
           like
           as
           it
           is
           done
           in
           Heaven
           ,
           where
           singing
           Hallelujahs
           to
           him
           that
           sits
           upon
           the
           Throne
           ,
           and
           unto
           the
           Lamb
           ,
           is
           both
           the
           everlasting
           work
           ,
           and
           the
           everlasting
           felicity
           of
           those
           glorified
           Beings
           .
        
         
           
             M.
             H.
             
          
           
             
               Jan.
               14
               ,
               1694
               /
               5
            
          
        
      
    
     
       
         
         
           For
           Morning
           Worship
           .
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               1.
               
               Psal.
            
             57.7
             ,
             8.
             
          
           
             
               MY
               heart
               is
               now
               prepar'd
               for
               praise
            
             
               'T
               is
               fixed
               for
               the
               same
               ;
            
             
               And
               I
               will
               sing
               to
               thee
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               And
               bless
               thy
               Holy
               Name
               .
            
             
               Awake
               my
               Glory
               ,
               Lute
               ,
               and
               Harp
               ,
            
             
               Consorts
               of
               praise
               to
               make
               ,
            
             
               Now
               in
               the
               morning
               I
               my self
            
             
               Will
               to
               this
               work
               awake
               .
            
          
           
             
               —
               19.1
               ,
               2
               ,
               3
               ,
               4
               ,
               5
               ,
               6.
               
            
             
               The
               Heavens
               ,
               throughout
               their
               vast
               extent
               ,
            
             
               Declare
               their
               Maker's
               praise
               ;
            
             
               The
               glittering
               starry
               Firmament
            
             
               His
               handy-work
               displayes
               .
            
             
               Day
               unto
               day
               doth
               celebrate
               ,
            
             
               and
               night
               to
               night
               proclaim
               ,
            
             
               Without
               the
               help
               of
               speech
               or
               tongue
               ,
            
             
               His
               universal
               Fame
               .
            
          
           
             
               There
               doth
               the
               Sun
               with
               joy
               and
               strength
            
             
               His
               constant
               course
               compleat
               ,
            
             
               The
               Earth
               rejoyceth
               in
               his
               Light
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               his
               quick'ning
               Heat
               .
            
          
           
             
               —
               90.17
               .
            
             
               So
               Let
               the
               Lord
               shine
               on
               our
               Souls
               ,
            
             
               Lighten
               and
               warm
               us
               thus
               :
            
             
             
               Prosper
               ,
               O
               God
               ,
               our
               handy-works
               ,
            
             
               And
               stablish
               them
               to
               us
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               II.
            
             —
             118.15
             .
             —
             3.5
             .
          
           
             
               THE
               voice
               of
               saving
               Health
               and
               Joy
            
             
               In
               Just
               〈◊〉
               dwellings
               is
               ;
            
             
               The
               Lord
               's
               right-hand
               works
               powerfully
               ,
            
             
               That
               strong
               right
               hand
               of
               his
               .
            
             
               I
               laid
               me
               down
               ,
               and
               sweetly
               slept
               ,
            
             
               And
               safely
               wak'd
               again
               ,
            
             
               Because
               it
               was
               the
               Lord
               that
               kept
               ,
            
             
               And
               did
               my
               Soul
               sustain
               .
            
          
           
             
               —
               31.21
               .
               —
               30.5
               .
            
             
               Blessed
               be
               God's
               most
               sacred
               Name
               ,
            
             
               Who
               hath
               such
               wonders
               shown
               ,
            
             
               Wonders
               of
               Love
               securing
               me
               ,
            
             
               As
               in
               a
               fenced
               Town
               .
            
             
               His
               wrath
               is
               in
               a
               moment
               past
               ,
            
             
               Life
               from
               his
               favour
               springs
               ;
            
             
               Though
               weeping
               for
               a
               night
               may
               last
               ,
            
             
               The
               morning
               comfort
               brings
               .
            
          
           
             
               —
               33.20
               ,
               21
               ,
               22.
               
            
             
               Therefore
               we
               wait
               for
               thee
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               Who
               still
               art
               our
               defence
               ;
            
             
               In
               all
               Estates
               we
               trust
               in
               thee
               ,
            
             
               With
               chearful
               confidence
               .
            
             
               Lord
               ,
               let
               thy
               Grace
               on
               us
               descend
               ,
            
             
               Like
               a
               refreshing
               showre
               ;
            
             
               For
               all
               our
               Hopes
               and
               Joys
               depend
            
             
               On
               thine
               Almighty
               Power
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             
               Hymn
               III.
               Psal.
            
             74.16
             ,
             17.
             
          
           
             
               THE
               shining
               day
               ,
               and
               shady
               night
               ,
            
             
               Peculiarly
               are
               thine
               ;
            
             
               Thou
               hast
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
               prepar'd
               the
               Light
               ,
            
             
               And
               caus'd
               the
               Sun
               to
               shine
               .
            
             
               The
               Earth
               with
               all
               its
               Ends
               and
               Coasts
               ;
            
             
               Thy
               mighty
               hand
               did
               ●ame
               ,
            
             
               Both
               Summer's
               heat
               ,
               and
               Winter's
               frost
               ,
            
             
               By
               thine
               appointment
               came
               .
            
          
           
             
               —
               33.6
               ,
               7.
               —
               119.91
               .
            
             
               By
               thy
               Great
               Word
               the
               Heav'ns
               were
               made
               ;
            
             
               And
               all
               their
               Hosts
               are
               thine
               ;
            
             
               The
               gathered
               Waters
               of
               the
               Sea
            
             
               Thou
               dost
               in
               bounds
               confine
               .
            
             
               According
               to
               thine
               Ord'nance
               ,
               these
            
             
               Continue
               to
               this
               day
               ;
            
             
               For
               all
               are
               Servants
               unto
               thee
               ,
            
             
               And
               do
               thy
               Word
               obey
               .
            
          
           
             
               Rev.
               4.11
               .
               Psal.
               124.8
               .
            
             
               Glory
               and
               Honour
               must
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               To
               thee
               of
               right
               be
               paid
               ,
            
             
               For
               all
               these
               things
               are
               by
               thy
               power
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               thy
               pleasure
               made
               .
            
             
               And
               our
               continual
               Hope
               and
               Help
               ,
            
             
               In
               his
               Great
               Name
               doth
               stand
               ,
            
             
               Who
               did
               create
               both
               Heav'n
               and
               Earth
            
             
               By
               his
               Almighty
               hand
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               IV.
               Psal.
            
             121.1
             ,
             —
             8.
             
          
           
             
               UP
               to
               the
               Hills
               I
               lift
               mine
               Eyes
               ,
            
             
               From
               whence
               I
               look
               for
               Aid
               ;
            
             
               In
               God
               alone
               my
               succour
               lyes
               ,
            
             
               That
               Earth
               and
               Heaven
               made
               .
            
             
             
               He
               will
               sustain
               thy
               weaker
               powers
               ,
            
             
               With
               his
               Almighty
               Arm
               ,
            
             
               And
               keep
               thee
               with
               continual
               care
               ,
            
             
               From
               all
               surprizing
               harm
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Great
               Protector
               of
               the
               Saints
               ,
            
             
               He
               slumbers
               not
               ,
               nor
               sleeps
               ;
            
             
               The
               Lord
               thy
               shade
               on
               thy
               right
               hand
            
             
               Thy
               Soul
               in
               safety
               keeps
               ;
            
             
               So
               that
               thy
               head
               ,
               the
               scorching
               Sun
            
             
               By
               day
               shall
               never
               smite
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               th'Moon's
               hurtful
               influence
            
             
               Distemper
               thee
               by
               night
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               Lord
               shall
               save
               thee
               from
               all
               Ill
               ,
            
             
               And
               keep
               thy
               Soul
               from
               sin
               ,
            
             
               He
               shall
               preserve
               thy
               going
               out
               ,
            
             
               And
               bless
               thy
               coming
               in
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               V.
               Psal.
            
             115.1
             ,
             8
             ,
             9.
             
          
           
             
               LORD
               ,
               not
               to
               us
               ,
               but
               to
               thy
               Name
            
             
               Be
               giv'n
               the
               praise
               we
               owe
               ,
            
             
               To
               thy
               rich
               Goodness
               ,
               and
               thy
               Truth
               ,
            
             
               Whence
               all
               our
               Blessings
               flow
               .
            
             
               Whilst
               Heathens
               worship
               sensless
               Gods
               ,
            
             
               Such
               sensless
               Fools
               they
               be
               ;
            
             
               Let
               Israel
               trust
               the
               Living
               God
               ,
            
             
               Our
               help
               and
               shield
               is
               He.
               
            
          
           
             
               —
               115.12
               ,
               13
               ,
               14
               ,
               17
               ,
               18.
               
            
             
               The
               Lord
               hath
               had
               us
               in
               his
               mind
               ,
            
             
               And
               he
               will
               bless
               us
               still
               ,
            
             
               Ev'n
               Israel's
               house
               ,
               and
               Aaron's
               too
               ,
            
             
               With
               blessings
               he
               shall
               fill
               .
            
             
               Them
               that
               be
               fearers
               of
               the
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               He
               'll
               bless
               them
               great
               and
               small
               ;
            
             
             
               God
               shall
               increase
               you
               more
               and
               more
               ,
            
             
               You
               and
               your
               Children
               all
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               dead
               indeed
               praise
               not
               the
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               They
               give
               him
               no
               Renown
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               do
               they
               thus
               declare
               his
               Name
            
             
               To
               silence
               that
               go
               down
               .
            
             
               We
               therefore
               that
               are
               yet
               alive
               ,
            
             
               His
               praises
               will
               record
               ,
            
             
               From
               this
               time
               forth
               for
               ever
               more
            
             
               Amen
               .
               Praise
               ye
               the
               Lord.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               VI.
               Psal.
            
             101.1
             ,
             —
             7.
             
          
           
             
               MErcy
               and
               Judgment
               in
               my
               Song
               ,
            
             
               United
               (
               Lord
               )
               shall
               be
               ;
            
             
               And
               since
               from
               thee
               they
               both
               do
               flow
               ,
            
             
               I
               'll
               sing
               of
               both
               to
               thee
               .
            
             
               I
               'll
               wisely
               walk
               in
               perfect
               ways
               ;
            
             
               When
               wilt
               thou
               come
               to
               me
               ,
            
             
               To
               dwell
               ,
               and
               rule
               (
               Lord
               )
               in
               my
               house
               ,
            
             
               And
               bless
               my
               Family
               ?
            
          
           
             
               And
               that
               thou
               may'st
               be
               still
               my
               guest
               ,
            
             
               No
               sin
               I
               will
               abide
               ,
            
             
               But
               will
               abandon
               all
               the
               works
            
             
               Of
               them
               that
               turn
               aside
               .
            
             
               Him
               that
               persists
               in
               wicked
               ways
            
             
               I
               'll
               from
               my
               house
               discard
               ,
            
             
               No
               proud
               or
               scornful
               ones
               befriend
               ,
            
             
               Or
               in
               the
               least
               regard
               .
            
          
           
             
               I
               will
               look
               out
               the
               faithful
               men
               ,
            
             
               That
               they
               may
               dwell
               with
               me
               ,
            
             
               And
               such
               as
               walk
               in
               righteous
               ways
               ,
            
             
               My
               Servants
               they
               shall
               be
               .
            
             
             
               I
               will
               no
               guileful
               person
               ,
               have
               ,
            
             
               Within
               my
               walls
               to
               dwell
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               in
               my
               sight
               will
               I
               abide
            
             
               The
               man
               that
               Lyes
               doth
               tell
               .
            
          
           
             
               105.45
               .
            
             
               That
               we
               the
               better
               may
               observe
            
             
               The
               Statutes
               of
               his
               Word
               ,
            
             
               And
               from
               his
               Precepts
               may
               not
               swerve
               ,
            
             
               O
               magnifie
               the
               Lord
               !
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               VII
               .
               Psal.
            
             127.1
             ,
             2.
             
          
           
             
               EXcept
               the
               Lord
               do
               build
               the
               house
               ,
            
             
               Vain
               are
               the
               pains
               of
               man
               ;
            
             
               Except
               the
               Lord
               the
               City
               guard
               ,
            
             
               No
               other
               Watchman
               can
               .
            
             
               Your
               rising
               early
               will
               not
               do
               ,
            
             
               Night-watching
               frujtless
               is
               ,
            
             
               And
               eating
               still
               the
               bread
               of
               care
               ,
            
             
               While
               God
               gives
               sleep
               to
               his
               .
            
          
           
             
               —
               37.4
               ,
               5.
               
            
             
               Therefore
               delight
               thy self
               in
               God
               ,
            
             
               To
               him
               by
               Faith
               retire
               ,
            
             
               And
               he
               shall
               wisely
               bring
               about
            
             
               Thy
               very
               heart's
               desire
               .
            
             
               Commit
               thy
               way
               unto
               the
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               On
               him
               by
               Faith
               depend
               ,
            
             
               And
               he
               shall
               bring
               thy
               just
               designs
            
             
               Unto
               a
               happy
               end
               .
            
          
           
             
               16.23
               ,
               24
            
             
               A
               little
               that
               the
               Just
               enjoys
            
             
               Is
               better
               far
               to
               them
            
             
               Than
               all
               the
               ill-got
               ,
               ill-spent
               wealth
            
             
               Of
               many
               wicked
               men
               .
            
             
             
               The
               Lord
               that
               guides
               a
               good
               man's
               steps
               ,
            
             
               Delighteth
               in
               his
               way
               ;
            
             
               He
               is
               not
               ruin'd
               by
               his
               falls
               ,
            
             
               For
               God
               will
               be
               his
               stay
               .
            
          
           
             
               25.35
               ,
               36
               ,
               37.
               
            
             
               In
               all
               my
               life
               I
               never
               yet
            
             
               That
               liberal
               man
               could
               see
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               Alms
               reduc'd
               himself
               to
               want
               ,
            
             
               Or
               his
               to
               Beggary
               .
            
             
               I
               've
               seen
               the
               wicked
               rise
               and
               spread
            
             
               Like
               Lawrels
               fresh
               and
               green
               ,
            
             
               Till
               total
               Ruin
               swept
               him
               off
               ,
            
             
               As
               if
               he
               ne're
               had
               been
               .
            
             
               Mark
               and
               behold
               the
               perfect
               man
            
             
               That
               's
               upright
               in
               his
               ways
               ,
            
             
               Mercy
               attends
               his
               happy
               Life
               ,
            
             
               And
               Peace
               concludes
               his
               days
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               VIII
               .
               Psal.
            
             16.1
             ,
             2
             ,
             3.
             
          
           
             
               LORD
               save
               me
               ,
               for
               I
               trust
               in
               thee
            
             
               With
               all
               my
               mind
               and
               heart
               ;
            
             
               To
               thee
               my
               Soul
               hath
               often
               said
               ,
            
             
               My
               Lord
               ,
               my
               God
               thou
               art
               .
            
             
               My
               goodness
               never
               can
               extend
            
             
               To
               thee
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
               above
               ;
            
             
               But
               to
               thine
               exc'llent
               Saints
               on
               Earth
            
             
               Whom
               I
               entirely
               love
               .
            
          
           
             
               5
               ,
               6.
               
            
             
               God
               is
               my
               Portion
               ,
               all
               my
               good
            
             
               From
               his
               rich
               Mercy
               flows
               ,
            
             
               And
               his
               kind
               Providence
               secures
            
             
               The
               Blessings
               he
               bestows
               .
            
             
             
               I
               envy
               not
               the
               Great
               man's
               State
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               pine
               to
               see
               his
               store
               ;
            
             
               With
               what
               I
               have
               I
               'm
               pleased
               much
               ,
            
             
               With
               what
               I
               hope
               for
               ,
               more
               .
            
          
           
             
               7
               ,
               8.
               
            
             
               I
               bless
               the
               Lord
               who
               did
               direct
            
             
               My
               Soul
               to
               chuse
               aright
               ,
            
             
               On
               which
               my
               secret
               thoughts
               reflect
            
             
               With
               comfort
               every
               night
               .
            
             
               I
               still
               conceiv'd
               the
               Lord
               to
               stand
            
             
               Before
               me
               as
               my
               Guide
               ,
            
             
               While
               he
               doth
               stand
               at
               my
               right
               hand
            
             
               I
               know
               I
               shall
               not
               slide
               .
            
          
           
             
               9
               ,
               10
               ,
               11.
               
            
             
               Therefore
               my
               Heart
               and
               Tongue
               rejoyce
               ,
            
             
               In
               him
               my
               Flesh
               shall
               trust
               ;
            
             
               My
               Soul
               shall
               not
               remain
               in
               Hell
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               Body
               in
               the
               Dust
               :
            
             
               The
               Path
               of
               Life
               they
               both
               shall
               find
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               thy
               Presence
               tast
            
             
               Pleasures
               to
               full
               perfection
               grown
               ,
            
             
               And
               Joys
               that
               ever
               last
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               IX
               .
               Psal.
            
             112.1
             ,
             2.
             
          
           
             
               PRaise
               ye
               the
               Lord
               ,
               for
               blest
               are
               those
            
             
               That
               fear
               the
               Lord
               aright
               ,
            
             
               That
               greatly
               love
               his
               Sacred
               Laws
               ,
            
             
               And
               do
               them
               with
               delight
               .
            
             
               The
               upright
               man's
               successful
               seed
            
             
               On
               Earth
               shall
               mighty
               grow
               ,
            
             
               To
               all
               that
               from
               his
               Loins
               descend
            
             
               Shall
               special
               Blessings
               flow
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               3
               ,
               4.
               
            
             
               Riches
               and
               Wealth
               shall
               in
               his
               house
            
             
               Abound
               from
               day
               to
               day
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               Graces
               do
               adorn
               his
               Soul
               ,
            
             
               More
               durable
               than
               they
               .
            
             
               In
               midst
               of
               darkness
               ,
               to
               the
               Just
            
             
               There
               springs
               a
               joyful
               Light
               ;
            
             
               Gracious
               he
               is
               ,
               compassionate
               ,
            
             
               And
               every
               way
               upright
               .
            
          
           
             
               5
               ,
               6
               ,
               7.
               
            
             
               He
               lends
               assistance
               to
               the
               Poor
               ,
            
             
               Discreetly
               guides
               his
               way
               ;
            
             
               Nothing
               shall
               ever
               move
               the
               Just
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               make
               his
               Name
               decay
               :
            
             
               For
               any
               evil
               tydings
               told
            
             
               He
               shall
               not
               be
               afraid
               ,
            
             
               But
               trusting
               in
               the
               Lord
               alone
               ;
            
             
               His
               heart
               is
               fixt
               and
               staid
               .
            
          
           
             
               —
               128.4
               ,
               5
               ,
               6.
               
            
             
               Thou
               art
               then
               blest
               that
               fearest
               God
               ,
            
             
               And
               he
               shall
               let
               thee
               see
            
             
               The
               promised
               Jerusalem
               ,
            
             
               And
               her
               felicity
               .
            
             
               Thou
               shalt
               thy
               Children's
               Children
               see
               ,
            
             
               To
               thy
               great
               Joys
               increase
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               on
               God's
               Israel
               there
               shall
               rest
            
             
               Prosperity
               and
               Peace
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               X.
               Psal.
            
             5.3
             .
             —
             130.3
             ,
             4.
             
          
           
             
               LORD
               ,
               thou
               shalt
               hear
               my
               morning-cry
               ,
            
             
               At
               morning
               it
               shall
               be
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               'll
               by
               Faith
               direct
               my
               Prayer
               ,
            
             
               And
               wll
               look
               up
               to
               thee
               .
            
             
             
               If
               thou
               shouldst
               mark
               iniquities
               ,
            
             
               Then
               who
               should
               stand
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ?
            
             
               But
               there
               's
               forgiveness
               (
               Lord
               )
               with
               thee
               ,
            
             
               That
               thou
               mayst
               be
               ador'd
               .
            
          
           
             
               —
               51.9
               ,
               10.
               —
               17.5
               .
            
             
               Lord
               hide
               thine
               Eyes
               from
               all
               my
               sin
               ,
            
             
               And
               my
               misdeeds
               deface
               ;
            
             
               O
               God
               make
               clean
               my
               heart
               within
               ,
            
             
               Renew
               my
               mind
               with
               Grace
               .
            
             
               Uphold
               my
               goings
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               my
               Guide
               ,
            
             
               In
               all
               thy
               Paths
               divine
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               may
               never
               step
               aside
               ,
            
             
               Out
               of
               those
               ways
               of
               thine
               .
            
          
           
             
               —
               27.11
               .
               —
               141.3
               .
            
             
               Lord
               ,
               let
               me
               plainly
               see
               thy
               way
               ,
            
             
               Where
               I
               may
               safely
               tread
               ,
            
             
               Avoiding
               all
               the
               cunning
               snares
            
             
               Mine
               Enemies
               have
               laid
               .
            
             
               And
               set
               a
               constant
               watch
               before
            
             
               My
               hasty
               Mouth
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ;
            
             
               And
               of
               my
               Lips
               keep
               thou
               the
               door
               ,
            
             
               Against
               each
               evil
               word
               .
            
          
           
             
               —
               19.12
               ,
               13
               ,
               14.
               
            
             
               For
               who
               can
               all
               his
               Errours
               see
               ,
            
             
               And
               what
               lies
               hid
               within
               ?
            
             
               Lord
               cleanse
               me
               ,
               and
               deliver
               me
            
             
               From
               all
               my
               secret
               sin
               .
            
             
               From
               bold
               presumptions
               keep
               me
               back
               ,
            
             
               Lest
               they
               Dominion
               gain
               ,
            
             
               So
               shall
               I
               shun
               the
               great
               offence
               ,
            
             
               And
               upright
               shall
               remain
               .
            
             
               Accept
               my
               Mouth
               ,
               accept
               my
               Heart
               ,
            
             
               My
               words
               and
               thoughts
               each
               one
               ;
            
             
             
               For
               my
               Redeemer
               and
               my
               Strength
               ,
            
             
               O
               Lord
               ,
               thou
               art
               alone
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Hymn
             XI
             .
             Psal.
             25.5
             ,
             7
          
           
             To
             the
             Tune
             of
             Psal.
             67.
             
          
           
             
               LORD
               lead
               me
               in
               thy
               Truth
               ,
            
             
               And
               teach
               me
               in
               thy
               Way
               ;
            
             
               For
               thou
               my
               God
               and
               Saviour
               art
               ,
            
             
               On
               thee
               I
               wait
               all
               day
               .
            
             
               My
               youthful
               sins
               and
               faults
               ,
            
             
               O
               keep
               not
               on
               record
               ;
            
             
               In
               mercy
               ,
               for
               thy
               goodness
               sake
               ,
            
             
               Remember
               me
               ,
               O
               Lord.
               
            
          
           
             
               8
               ,
               10.
               
            
             
               The
               Lord
               is
               good
               and
               just
               ,
            
             
               And
               therefore
               takes
               delight
            
             
               To
               teach
               poor
               sinners
               in
               his
               way
               ,
            
             
               That
               they
               may
               walk
               aright
               .
            
             
               For
               all
               the
               ways
               of
               God
            
             
               Are
               Mercy
               ,
               Truth
               and
               Grace
               ,
            
             
               To
               them
               that
               keep
               his
               Covenant
               ,
            
             
               And
               his
               Commands
               embrace
               .
            
          
           
             
               12
               ,
               13.
               
            
             
               What
               man
               doth
               fear
               the
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               And
               dread
               the
               paths
               of
               sin
               ,
            
             
               The
               Lord
               himself
               shall
               chuse
               his
               way
               ,
            
             
               And
               guide
               his
               steps
               therein
               .
            
             
               Possess'd
               with
               quiet
               thoughts
               ,
            
             
               His
               Soul
               shall
               dwell
               at
               ease
               ;
            
             
               His
               Happy
               Off-spring
               shall
               possess
            
             
               The
               promis'd
               Land
               of
               Peace
               .
            
          
           
             
               14
               ,
               21
               ,
               22.
               
            
             
               The
               secret
               of
               the
               Lord
            
             
               Shall
               all
               that
               fear
               him
               know
               ,
            
             
             
               His
               Counsel
               and
               his
               Covenant
            
             
               He
               to
               his
               Saints
               will
               show
               .
            
             
               Let
               mine
               integrity
            
             
               And
               uprightness
               defend
            
             
               And
               keep
               me
               ;
               for
               in
               Faith
               and
               Hope
            
             
               On
               thee
               I
               do
               depend
               .
            
             
               Lord
               ,
               by
               thy
               power
               redeem
               ,
            
             
               And
               bring
               thy
               People
               out
            
             
               From
               all
               the
               straits
               and
               miseries
            
             
               That
               compass
               them
               about
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               XII
               .
               Psal.
            
             23.1
             ,
             2
             ,
             3.
             
          
           
             
               MY
               Shepherd
               is
               the
               Lord
               most
               high
               ,
            
             
               I
               shall
               be
               well
               supply'd
               ,
            
             
               In
               Pastures
               green
               he
               makes
               me
               lye
               ,
            
             
               By
               silent
               Waters
               side
               .
            
             
               He
               doth
               restore
               my
               Soul
               that
               strays
               ,
            
             
               And
               then
               he
               leads
               me
               on
               ,
            
             
               To
               walk
               in
               his
               most
               righteous
               ways
               ,
            
             
               For
               his
               Name
               's
               sake
               alone
               .
            
          
           
             
               4
               ,
               5
               ,
               6.
               
            
             
               Yea
               tho'
               through
               Death's
               dark
               Vale
               I
               go
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               will
               I
               fear
               no
               ill
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               Rod
               and
               Staff
               support
               me
               so
               ,
            
             
               And
               thou
               art
               with
               me
               still
               .
            
             
               My
               Table
               thou
               hast
               furnished
            
             
               In
               presence
               of
               my
               Foe
               ;
            
             
               With
               Oyl
               thou
               dost
               anoint
               my
               head
               ,
            
             
               My
               Cup
               doth
               overflow
               .
            
             
               Surely
               thy
               Goodness
               and
               thy
               Grace
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               always
               follow
               me
               ;
            
             
               And
               my
               perpetual
               dwelling-place
            
             
               Thy
               Holy
               House
               shall
               be
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               —
               28.
               last
               .
            
             
               Lord
               save
               thy
               People
               pow'rfully
               ,
            
             
               And
               bless
               thine
               Heritage
               ;
            
             
               Feed
               them
               likewise
               ,
               and
               raise
               them
               high
               ,
            
             
               Henceforth
               from
               Age
               to
               Age.
               
            
          
        
      
       
         
           For
           Evening
           Worship
           .
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               XIII
               .
               Psal.
            
             68.19
             ,
             20.
             
          
           
             
               BLessed
               be
               God
               that
               doth
               us
               load
            
             
               With
               daily
               favours
               thus
               ;
            
             
               Even
               that
               God
               that
               hath
               bestow'd
            
             
               Salvation
               upon
               us
               .
            
             
               For
               our
               God
               is
               the
               God
               alone
            
             
               From
               whom
               Salvation
               is
               ;
            
             
               The
               Issues
               and
               Escapes
               from
               death
            
             
               Are
               all
               and
               only
               his
               .
            
          
           
             
               —
               34.3
               ,
               4
               ,
               5
               ,
               6.
               
            
             
               O
               magnifie
               the
               Lord
               with
               me
               ,
            
             
               And
               let
               us
               praise
               his
               Name
               ,
            
             
               Who
               heard
               my
               prayers
               ,
               observ'd
               my
               fears
               ,
            
             
               And
               sav'd
               me
               from
               the
               same
               .
            
             
               Who
               doth
               regard
               with
               Favour
               those
            
             
               That
               him
               by
               Faith
               regard
               ;
            
             
               Who
               poor
               afflicted
               Souls
               hath
               sav'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               their
               cryes
               hath
               heard
               .
            
          
           
             
               —
               66.9
               .
               —
               34.20
               .
               —
               35.10
               .
            
             
               Wo
               setting
               dangers
               all
               aside
               ,
            
             
               Our
               Soul
               in
               life
               doth
               stay
               ,
            
             
               And
               suff'ring
               not
               our
               foot
               to
               slide
               ,
            
             
               Upholds
               us
               in
               our
               way
               .
            
             
               Who
               keepeth
               all
               his
               People's
               bones
               ,
            
             
               That
               they
               unbroken
               be
               :
            
             
             
               Therefore
               my
               bones
               shall
               all
               confess
               ,
            
             
               Lord
               ,
               who
               is
               like
               to
               thee
               !
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               XIV
               .
               Psal.
            
             34.7
             ,
             8
             ,
             9.
             
          
           
             
               THE
               Angel
               of
               the
               Lord
               most
               high
            
             
               Encampeth
               every
               where
               ,
            
             
               About
               the
               Saints
               ,
               deliv'ring
               them
            
             
               That
               walk
               in
               God's
               true
               fear
               .
            
             
               O
               taste
               and
               see
               that
               God
               is
               good
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               his
               Grace
               confide
               ;
            
             
               For
               unto
               those
               that
               fear
               his
               Name
            
             
               No
               good
               shall
               be
               deny'd
               .
            
          
           
             
               —
               116.7
               .
               —
               31.5
               .
            
             
               Return
               ,
               my
               Soul
               ,
               that
               art
               set
               free
               ,
            
             
               Return
               unto
               thy
               Rest
               ,
            
             
               For
               graciously
               the
               Lord
               to
               thee
            
             
               His
               Bounty
               hath
               exprest
               .
            
             
               Lord
               God
               of
               Truth
               ,
               my
               precious
               Soul
            
             
               I
               to
               thy
               hands
               commit
               ,
            
             
               That
               Sp'rit
               which
               is
               by
               purchace
               thine
               ,
            
             
               For
               thou
               redeemedst
               it
               .
            
          
           
             
               —
               17.8
               ,
               15.
               
            
             
               Preserve
               me
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               from
               hurtful
               things
            
             
               As
               th'Apple
               of
               thine
               Eye
               ,
            
             
               And
               under
               covert
               of
               thy
               wings
            
             
               Defend
               me
               secretly
               .
            
             
               I
               shall
               in
               righteousness
               behold
            
             
               Thy
               reconciled
               Face
               ;
            
             
               And
               waking
               shall
               be
               satisfi'd
            
             
               With
               th'
               Image
               of
               thy
               Grace
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               XV.
               Psal.
            
             91.1
             ,
             4
             ,
             5.
             
          
           
             
               HE
               that
               for
               his
               secure
               retreat
            
             
               Hath
               chosen
               the
               Most
               High
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               underneath
               th'
               Almighty's
               shade
            
             
               Abide
               continually
               ,
            
             
             
               Under
               his
               shelt'ring
               wings
               conceal'd
            
             
               Thou
               shalt
               be
               safe
               and
               warm
               ;
            
             
               Terrors
               by
               night
               thou
               shalt
               not
               fear
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               dread
               the
               Noon-day's
               Harm
               .
            
          
           
             
               9
               ,
               10.
               
            
             
               Because
               thou
               mad'st
               the
               Lord
               Most
               High
            
             
               Thy
               constant
               home
               to
               be
               ,
            
             
               The
               same
               to
               whom
               I
               always
               fly
               ,
            
             
               To
               shield
               and
               succour
               me
               ;
            
             
               No
               evil
               shall
               to
               thee
               betide
               ,
            
             
               Whatever
               comes
               to
               pass
               ;
            
             
               Nor
               shall
               there
               any
               Plague
               at
               all
            
             
               Come
               nigh
               thy
               dwelling-place
               .
            
          
           
             
               11
               ,
               12
               ,
               14
               ,
               15
               ,
               16.
               
            
             
               Angels
               shall
               be
               thy
               faithful
               Guards
               ,
            
             
               Being
               charg'd
               by
               his
               commands
            
             
               To
               keep
               thee
               safe
               in
               all
               thy
               ways
               ,
            
             
               And
               bear
               thee
               in
               their
               hands
               .
            
             
               Because
               he
               knew
               and
               lov'd
               my
               Name
               ,
            
             
               Therefore
               ,
               faith
               God
               ,
               will
               I
            
             
               Answer
               his
               pray'rs
               ,
               deliver
               him
               ,
            
             
               And
               set
               him
               up
               on
               high
               .
            
             
               I
               will
               be
               with
               him
               in
               his
               griefs
               ,
            
             
               Honour
               him
               with
               my
               Love
               ,
            
             
               Suffice
               him
               with
               long
               Life
               on
               Earth
               ,
            
             
               And
               endless
               Joys
               above
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               XVI
               .
               Psal.
            
             4.1
             ,
             2.
             
          
           
             
               O
               God
               that
               art
               my
               Righteousness
               ,
            
             
               Hear
               when
               I
               call
               to
               thee
               ,
            
             
               For
               in
               the
               day
               of
               my
               distress
            
             
               Thou
               hast
               enlarged
               me
               .
            
             
               O
               mortal
               men
               ,
               how
               long
               will
               ye
            
             
               My
               Glory
               thus
               despise
               ?
            
             
             
               Why
               wander
               ye
               in
               Vanity
               ,
            
             
               And
               follow
               after
               Lyes
               ?
            
          
           
             
               3
               ,
               4.
               
            
             
               Know
               ye
               that
               good
               and
               godly
               men
            
             
               The
               Lord
               doth
               take
               and
               chuse
               ,
            
             
               And
               when
               to
               him
               I
               do
               complain
            
             
               He
               doth
               me
               not
               refuse
               .
            
             
               Then
               stand
               in
               awe
               ,
               and
               do
               not
               sin
               ,
            
             
               But
               set
               your selves
               apart
               ,
            
             
               And
               silent
               on
               your
               Beds
               begin
            
             
               To
               commune
               with
               your
               heart
               .
            
          
           
             
               5
               ,
               6.
               
            
             
               Offer
               to
               God
               the
               Sacrifice
            
             
               Of
               Love
               and
               Righteousness
               ,
            
             
               And
               then
               put
               all
               your
               trust
               in
               him
            
             
               For
               succour
               in
               distress
               .
            
             
               Many
               take
               up
               with
               any
               good
               ,
            
             
               And
               worldly
               things
               embrace
               ,
            
             
               But
               we
               desire
               of
               thee
               ,
               O
               God
               ,
            
             
               The
               shining
               of
               thy
               Face
               .
            
          
           
             
               7
               ,
               8.
               
            
             
               For
               thou
               thereby
               shalt
               make
               my
               heart
            
             
               More
               joyful
               and
               more
               glad
               ,
            
             
               Than
               they
               that
               of
               their
               Corn
               and
               Wine
            
             
               A
               great
               increase
               have
               had
               .
            
             
               In
               peace
               therefore
               will
               I
               lye
               down
            
             
               To
               take
               my
               rest
               and
               sleep
               ,
            
             
               For
               thou
               only
               wilt
               me
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               Alone
               in
               safety
               keep
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               XVII
               .
               Psal.
            
             141.1
             ,
             2.
             
          
           
             
               TO
               thee
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
               I
               call
               and
               cry
               ,
            
             
               Make
               haste
               and
               come
               to
               me
               ;
            
             
               Give
               ear
               unto
               my
               humble
               voice
               ,
            
             
               Now
               when
               I
               cry
               to
               thee
               .
            
             
             
               O
               let
               my
               pray'r
               be
               now
               set
               out
            
             
               As
               Incense
               in
               thine
               Eyes
               ;
            
             
               And
               the
               up-lifting
               of
               my
               hands
            
             
               As
               th'Ev'ning
               Sacrifice
               .
            
          
           
             
               —
               119.147
               ,
               148.162
               .
               —
               130.6
               .
            
             
               I
               did
               prevent
               the
               dawning
               day
               ,
            
             
               In
               crying
               to
               the
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               And
               have
               engag'd
               my
               waking
               thoughts
            
             
               To
               med'tate
               in
               thy
               Word
               .
            
             
               Thy
               righteous
               Judgments
               I
               will
               praise
            
             
               In
               the
               dark
               ,
               silent
               night
               ,
            
             
               And
               thus
               my
               Soul
               shall
               wait
               for
               thee
            
             
               More
               than
               to
               see
               the
               Light.
               
            
          
           
             
               —
               63.5
               ,
               7.
               
            
             
               In
               thee
               my
               Soul
               shall
               be
               suffic'd
            
             
               As
               if
               with
               fulness
               fill'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               thankful
               praise
               my
               mouth
               always
            
             
               With
               joyful
               Lips
               shall
               yield
               .
            
             
               Since
               thou
               alone
               art
               he
               from
               whom
            
             
               My
               help
               proceeds
               and
               springs
               ,
            
             
               Therefore
               will
               I
               rest
               joyfully
            
             
               Under
               thy
               shady
               wings
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               XVIII
               .
               Psal.
            
             106.4
             .
             —
             118.25
             .
          
           
             
               THink
               on
               us
               Lord
               with
               favour
               free
               ,
            
             
               Such
               as
               thy
               People
               find
               ;
            
             
               With
               thy
               Salvation
               visit
               us
               ,
            
             
               And
               have
               us
               in
               thy
               mind
               .
            
             
               Save
               now
               ,
               we
               do
               beseech
               thee
               ,
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               We
               pray
               thee
               earnestly
               ,
            
             
               Now
               to
               afford
               thy
               Grace
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               And
               send
               Prosperity
               .
            
          
           
             
               —
               144.12
               ,
               13.
               
            
             
               That
               so
               our
               Sons
               may
               thrive
               apace
               ,
            
             
               As
               Plants
               in
               youth
               do
               grow
               ,
            
             
             
               Like
               polish'd
               Stones
               of
               some
               fair
               place
               ,
            
             
               So
               may
               our
               Daughters
               show
               .
            
             
               That
               our
               enlarged
               Garners
               may
            
             
               With
               precious
               Stores
               be
               fill'd
               ;
            
             
               And
               in
               our
               Streets
               the
               fruitful
               Flocks
            
             
               May
               many
               thousands
               yield
               .
            
          
           
             
               14
               ,
               15.
               
            
             
               Let
               not
               our
               la'●'ring
               Oxen
               faint
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               Enemy
               invade
               ;
            
             
               No
               leading
               captive
               ,
               no
               complaint
            
             
               Within
               our
               Streets
               be
               made
               .
            
             
               O
               happy
               People
               !
               would
               we
               say
               ,
            
             
               With
               all
               these
               Blessings
               stor'd
               ;
            
             
               Yea
               rather
               happy
               People
               they
            
             
               Whose
               God
               is
               God
               the
               Lord.
               
            
          
           
             
               —
               48.
               last
               .
            
             
               This
               God
               is
               evermore
               our
               God
               ,
            
             
               Our
               Cov'nant
               God
               is
               he
               ,
            
             
               Ev'n
               unto
               death
               ,
               and
               beyond
               death
            
             
               Our
               faithful
               Guide
               he
               'll
               be
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               XIX
               .
               Psal.
            
             116.1
             ,
             2
             ,
             7
             ,
             8.
             
          
           
             
               GOD
               that
               so
               gracious
               a
               regard
            
             
               To
               my
               requests
               did
               give
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               have
               my
               best
               and
               choicest
               Love
            
             
               And
               Service
               while
               I
               live
               .
            
             
               God
               and
               thy self
               ,
               my
               Soul
               ,
               enjoy
               ,
            
             
               Quiet
               and
               free
               from
               fears
               ;
            
             
               He
               sav'd
               thy
               life
               ,
               upheld
               thy
               steps
               ,
            
             
               And
               dry'd
               up
               all
               thy
               tears
               .
            
          
           
             
               12
               ,
               13
               ,
               16.
               
            
             
               What
               shall
               I
               render
               ;
               Lord
               ,
               for
               all
            
             
               The
               kindness
               thou
               hast
               shown
               ?
            
             
               Praises
               I
               'll
               offer
               ,
               and
               with
               thanks
            
             
               Will
               all
               thy
               favours
               own
               .
            
             
             
               Truly
               I
               am
               thy
               Servant
               ,
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               Servant
               I
               will
               be
               ,
            
             
               Born
               in
               thy
               house
               ,
               and
               from
               my
               bonds
            
             
               By
               thy
               good
               hand
               set
               free
               .
            
          
           
             
               —
               42.8
               ,
               11.
               
            
             
               Therefore
               will
               God
               command
               for
               me
            
             
               His
               kindest
               Love
               by
               day
               ;
            
             
               His
               Song
               shall
               be
               by
               night
               with
               me
               ,
            
             
               To
               God
               my
               Life
               I
               'll
               pray
               .
            
             
               Why
               art
               thou
               then
               cast
               down
               ,
               my
               Soul
               ,
            
             
               With
               sorrows
               over-prest
               ?
            
             
               Why
               do
               despairing
               thoughts
               disturb
            
             
               Thy
               peace
               ,
               and
               break
               my
               rest
               ?
            
             
               Have
               Faith
               in
               God
               ,
               for
               yet
               shall
               I
            
             
               Sing
               forth
               his
               praise
               divine
               ;
            
             
               He
               to
               my
               Countenance
               is
               health
               ,
            
             
               He
               's
               God
               ,
               and
               shall
               be
               mine
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               XX.
               Psal.
            
             138.1
             ,
             2
             ,
             3
             ,
             4
             ,
             5.
             
          
           
             
               With
               my
               whole
               heart
               before
               the
               Gods
            
             
               I
               will
               with
               praise
               proclaim
            
             
               That
               word
               of
               Love
               and
               Truth
               ,
               which
               is
            
             
               Greater
               than
               all
               thy
               Name
               .
            
             
               With
               spiritual
               strength
               thou
               answer'st
               me
               ,
            
             
               And
               thou
               shalt
               have
               thy
               praise
            
             
               From
               Princes
               all
               that
               hear
               thy
               Word
               ,
            
             
               And
               sing
               on
               all
               thy
               ways
               .
            
          
           
             
               6
               ,
               7
               ,
               8.
               
            
             
               Though
               God
               be
               high
               ,
               he
               likes
               the
               low
               ,
            
             
               But
               proud
               men
               he
               disdains
               ,
            
             
               Therefore
               in
               midst
               of
               dangers
               great
            
             
               My
               quickning
               hope
               remains
               .
            
             
               The
               Lord
               will
               perfect
               mine
               affairs
               ,
            
             
               So
               sure
               thy
               mercy
               stands
               ;
            
             
             
               Forsake
               not
               Lord
               ,
               but
               succour
               still
            
             
               The
               work
               of
               thine
               own
               hands
               .
            
          
           
             
               —
               97.11
               ,
               12.
               
            
             
               Since
               the
               immortal
               seeds
               of
               Light
            
             
               For
               upright
               men
               are
               sown
               ,
            
             
               A
               joyful
               Harvest
               will
               at
               length
            
             
               Their
               work
               and
               sorrows
               crown
               .
            
             
               Then
               let
               our
               constant
               Joys
               declare
            
             
               The
               God
               we
               serve
               is
               kind
               ,
            
             
               We
               'll
               praise
               him
               for
               his
               mercies
               past
               ,
            
             
               And
               wait
               for
               those
               behind
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               XXI
               .
               Psal.
            
             139.1
             ,
             2
             ,
             3
             ,
             4
             ,
             5.
             
          
           
             
               LORD
               thou
               hast
               search'd
               my
               inward
               part
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               my
               thoughts
               hast
               known
               ;
            
             
               Thou
               seest
               me
               sit
               ,
               thou
               seest
               me
               rise
               ,
            
             
               Walking
               and
               lying
               down
               .
            
             
               All
               my
               close
               ways
               ,
               all
               my
               quick
               words
            
             
               Thou
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               dost
               understand
               ,
            
             
               Behind
               ,
               before
               thou
               hast
               beset
               ,
            
             
               And
               on
               me
               laid
               thine
               hand
               .
            
          
           
             
               7
               ,
               8
               ,
               9
               ,
               10.
               
            
             
               Whither
               can
               I
               retire
               from
               thee
               ,
            
             
               Or
               from
               thy
               presence
               fly
               ?
            
             
               For
               neither
               Heav'n
               nor
               Hell
               can
               hide
            
             
               From
               thine
               All-seeing
               Eye
               .
            
             
               Could
               I
               remove
               to
               th'
               utmost
               Sea
            
             
               Wing'd
               with
               the
               morning
               Ray
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               hand
               that
               must
               support
               my
               flight
               ,
            
             
               Would
               my
               abode
               betray
               .
            
          
           
             
               11
               ,
               12
               ,
               13
               ,
               14
               ,
               15.
               
            
             
               In
               vain
               I
               seek
               to
               lie
               conceal'd
            
             
               I'th'darkness
               of
               the
               night
               ,
            
             
               For
               midnight
               darkness
               shines
               to
               thee
            
             
               As
               clear
               as
               noon-day
               light
               .
            
             
             
               Maker
               and
               Master
               of
               my
               Reins
            
             
               Thou
               didst
               at
               once
               become
               ;
            
             
               Blest
               Lord
               ,
               how
               strangely
               was
               I
               fram'd
            
             
               And
               formed
               in
               the
               womb
               !
            
          
           
             
               17
               ,
               18
               ,
               23
               ,
               24
               ,
            
             
               How
               precious
               are
               the
               thoughts
               of
               Love
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               dost
               to
               me
               express
               !
            
             
               Deep
               in
               themselves
               ,
               but
               dear
               to
               me
               ,
            
             
               And
               they
               are
               numberless
               .
            
             
               When
               I
               awake
               I
               'm
               still
               with
               thee
               ,
            
             
               And
               thus
               to
               thee
               I
               cry
               ,
            
             
               Search
               me
               ,
               O
               God
               ,
               and
               know
               my
               heart
               ,
            
             
               My
               thoughts
               and
               Conscience
               try
               ;
            
             
               And
               see
               if
               I
               do
               go
               astray
            
             
               In
               any
               course
               of
               sin
               ;
            
             
               Shew
               me
               the
               everlasting
               way
               ,
            
             
               And
               lead
               me
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               therein
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               XXII
               .
               Psal.
            
             103.1
             ,
             2
             ,
             3.
             
          
           
             
               Bless
               thou
               the
               living
               Lord
               ,
               my
               Soul
               ,
            
             
               His
               glorious
               praise
               proclaim
               ,
            
             
               Let
               all
               my
               inward
               pow'rs
               extol
            
             
               And
               bless
               his
               holy
               Name
               .
            
             
               Forget
               not
               all
               his
               benefits
               ,
            
             
               But
               bless
               the
               Lord
               ,
               my
               Soul
               ,
            
             
               Who
               all
               thy
               trespasses
               remits
               ,
            
             
               And
               makes
               thee
               sound
               and
               whole
               .
            
          
           
             
               4
               ,
               5
               ,
               8
               ,
               9
               ,
               10.
               
            
             
               Who
               did
               redeem
               thy
               life
               from
               death
               ,
            
             
               And
               crown'd
               thee
               with
               his
               Love
               ;
            
             
               Renew'd
               thy
               Youth
               ,
               and
               fill'd
               thy
               Mouth
            
             
               With
               goodness
               from
               above
               .
            
             
               The
               Lord
               is
               kind
               ,
               to
               anger
               slow
               ,
            
             
               Ready
               to
               pardon
               sin
               ,
            
             
             
               Deals
               not
               with
               us
               in
               constant
               wrath
            
             
               As
               our
               deserts
               have
               been
               .
            
          
           
             
               11
               ,
               12.
               —
               94.19
               .
            
             
               As
               Heaven
               is
               high
               above
               the
               Earth
               ,
            
             
               So
               is
               his
               Cov'nant-Love
               ;
            
             
               Further
               than
               East
               is
               from
               the
               West
            
             
               He
               doth
               our
               sins
               remove
               .
            
             
               Thus
               in
               the
               crowd
               and
               multitude
            
             
               Of
               various
               thoughts
               ,
               which
               roll
               ,
            
             
               Within
               my
               breast
               these
               comforts
               rest
               ,
            
             
               And
               do
               delight
               my
               Soul.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             Hymn
             XXIII
             .
             Psal.
             65.1
             ,
             2
             ,
             3.
             
          
           
             To
             the
             Tune
             of
             Psal.
             67.
             
          
           
             
               O
               God
               ,
               Praise
               waiteth
               still
            
             
               For
               thee
               in
               Sion
               Hill
               ;
            
             
               The
               Vow
               will
               be
               perform'd
               to
               thee
               ,
            
             
               And
               readily
               fulfil
               .
            
             
               O
               Thou
               whose
               Titles
               are
               ,
            
             
               The
               God
               that
               hearest
               prayer
               ,
            
             
               The
               God
               to
               whom
               all
               flesh
               shall
               come
               ,
            
             
               To
               thee
               do
               we
               repair
               .
            
          
           
             
               Our
               sins
               have
               born
               great
               sway
               ,
            
             
               And
               much
               against
               us
               say
               ,
            
             
               But
               as
               for
               these
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               thou
               shalt
               please
            
             
               To
               purge
               them
               all
               away
               .
            
          
           
             
               —
               143.8
               .
            
             
               Cause
               me
               to
               hear
               thy
               Love
            
             
               Before
               the
               break
               of
               day
               .
            
             
               Cause
               me
               to
               know
               which
               way
               to
               go
               ,
            
             
               For
               thou
               art
               all
               my
               stay
               .
            
          
           
             
               —
               56.12
               ,
               13.
               
            
             
               Thy
               Vows
               upon
               me
               lye
               ,
            
             
               Lord
               ,
               I
               will
               pay
               the
               same
               ;
            
             
             
               And
               I
               always
               will
               render
               praise
            
             
               To
               thy
               most
               holy
               Name
               .
            
          
           
             
               For
               thou
               my
               Soul
               hast
               sav'd
            
             
               From
               death
               so
               near
               at
               hand
               ,
            
             
               And
               wilt
               not
               thou
               uphold
               me
               now
               ,
            
             
               And
               make
               my
               feet
               so
               stand
               ?
            
             
               That
               I
               may
               still
               proceed
            
             
               To
               walk
               as
               in
               thy
               sight
               ,
            
             
               And
               spend
               my
               days
               unto
               thy
               praise
               ,
            
             
               With
               them
               that
               live
               in
               Light.
               
            
          
           
             
               —
               150.6
               .
            
             
               Let
               ev'ry
               breathing
               thing
            
             
               Be
               ready
               to
               record
            
             
               The
               praise
               and
               same
               of
               God's
               great
               Name
               ;
            
             
               Amen
               .
               Praise
               ye
               the
               Lord.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               XXIV
               .
               Psal.
            
             8.1
             ,
             2.
             
          
           
             
               O
               Lord
               ,
               our
               Lord
               ,
               through
               all
               the
               Earth
               ,
            
             
               How
               exc'llent
               is
               thy
               Name
               !
            
             
               Who
               hast
               thy
               Glory
               so
               adorn'd
            
             
               Above
               the
               Heav'ns
               high
               frame
               .
            
             
               Weak
               Babes
               and
               Sucklings
               thou
               ordain'st
            
             
               Thy
               power
               and
               praise
               to
               show
               ;
            
             
               To
               still
               thereby
               the
               Enemy
               ,
            
             
               And
               the
               avengeful
               Foe
               .
            
          
           
             
               3
               ,
               4
               ,
               5.
               
            
             
               When
               to
               thine
               Heav'ns
               I
               lift
               mine
               Eye
               ,
            
             
               The
               Palace
               thou
               didst
               rear
               ,
            
             
               And
               the
               bright
               Moon
               and
               Stars
               observe
            
             
               Ordain'd
               to
               govern
               there
               :
            
             
               Lord
               ,
               what
               is
               Man
               that
               he
               should
               have
            
             
               In
               thy
               kind
               thoughts
               a
               place
               ,
            
             
               That
               thou
               shouldst
               thus
               advance
               and
               bless
            
             
               His
               mean
               and
               mortal
               Race
               !
            
             
             
               Litt'e
               below
               the
               Angels
               high
            
             
               He
               stands
               in
               Glory
               plac'd
               ;
            
             
               Whilst
               all
               the
               Creatures
               here
               below
            
             
               Under
               his
               Feet
               are
               cast
               .
            
          
           
             
               —
               73.25
               ,
               26.
               
            
             
               But
               whom
               have
               I
               in
               Heav'n
               but
               thee
               ?
            
             
               Nor
               is
               there
               any
               one
            
             
               In
               all
               the
               Earth
               desir'd
               of
               me
               ,
            
             
               Except
               thy self
               alone
               .
            
             
               For
               when
               my
               flesh
               and
               heart
               do
               fail
               ,
            
             
               Then
               God
               upholds
               my
               heart
               ;
            
             
               He
               is
               my
               strength
               for
               evermore
               ,
            
             
               My
               portion
               and
               my
               part
               .
            
          
           
             
               27
               ,
               28.
               
            
             
               For
               they
               that
               far
               estranged
               be
               ,
            
             
               Lo
               ,
               they
               ,
               and
               ev'ry
               one
            
             
               That
               goes
               a
               whoring
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               from
               thee
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               quite
               be
               overthrown
               .
            
             
               But
               it
               is
               good
               for
               me
               always
            
             
               That
               I
               to
               God
               draw
               nigh
               ,
            
             
               Then
               shall
               I
               praise
               his
               Truth
               and
               Love
               ,
            
             
               When
               I
               on
               him
               rely
               .
            
          
        
      
       
         
           For
           the
           Lord's
           Day
           Morning
           .
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               XXV
               .
               Psal.
            
             118.1
             ,
             2
             ,
             3
             ,
             4.
             
          
           
             
               GIve
               thanks
               to
               God
               ,
               for
               he
               is
               good
               ,
            
             
               His
               Mercies
               still
               endure
               ;
            
             
               Let
               all
               the
               Seed
               of
               Israel
               say
               ,
            
             
               His
               Promises
               are
               sure
               .
            
             
               Let
               
               Aaron's
               House
               confess
               this
               day
               ,
            
             
               His
               Goodness
               still
               prevails
               ;
            
             
               Let
               them
               that
               fear
               the
               Lord
               now
               say
               ,
            
             
               His
               Kindness
               never
               fails
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               22
               ,
               23.
               
            
             
               For
               that
               same
               Stone
               which
               men
               refus'd
               ,
            
             
               Despis'd
               and
               trampled
               on
               ,
            
             
               Is
               chosen
               and
               preferr'd
               to
               be
            
             
               The
               Head
               ,
               and
               Corner
               Stone
               .
            
             
               This
               is
               the
               work
               of
               our
               great
               God
               ,
            
             
               He
               did
               the
               thing
               devise
               ,
            
             
               And
               he
               this
               great
               Salvation
               wrought
            
             
               That
               's
               wondrous
               in
               our
               Eyes
               .
            
          
           
             
               24
               ,
               25.
               
            
             
               This
               is
               the
               joyful
               day
               indeed
               ,
            
             
               Which
               God
               hath
               Holy
               made
               ,
            
             
               Hath
               made
               for
               Man
               ,
               and
               we
               will
               now
            
             
               With
               holy
               mirth
               be
               glad
               .
            
             
               We
               'll
               joyn
               our
               Acclamations
               now
               ,
            
             
               And
               loud
               
               Hosanna's
               sing
               ,
            
             
               Wishing
               prosperity
               may
               wait
            
             
               On
               our
               Anointed
               King.
               
            
          
           
             
               26
               ,
               27
               ,
               28
               ,
               29.
               
            
             
               Bless
               Saviour
               !
               that
               from
               God
               to
               us
            
             
               On
               this
               kind
               Errand
               came
               ,
            
             
               We
               welcome
               thee
               ,
               and
               bless
               all
               those
            
             
               That
               spread
               thy
               glorious
               Name
               .
            
             
               God
               is
               the
               Lord
               who
               gives
               the
               Light
            
             
               Which
               this
               high
               day
               adorns
               ,
            
             
               Come
               bind
               the
               Sacrifice
               with
               Cords
            
             
               Unto
               the
               Altar's
               Horns
               .
            
          
           
             
               Thou
               art
               my
               God
               whom
               I
               'll
               exalt
               ,
            
             
               My
               God
               whom
               I
               will
               praise
               ;
            
             
               Give
               thanks
               to
               God
               for
               he
               is
               good
               ,
            
             
               His
               mercy
               lasts
               always
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             
               Hymn
               XXVI
               .
               Psal.
            
             84.1
             ,
             2
             ,
             3.
             
          
           
             
               How
               lovely
               is
               the
               place
               where
               thou
            
             
               Thy
               Presence
               (
               Lord
               )
               dost
               grant
               !
            
             
               O!
               how
               I
               long
               t'
               approach
               thy
               Courts
               ,
            
             
               Impatient
               of
               restraint
               !
            
             
               I
               envy
               much
               the
               Sparrow's
               place
               ,
            
             
               And
               grudge
               the
               Swallow's
               bliss
               ,
            
             
               That
               build
               their
               Nests
               in
               God's
               own
               Courts
               ,
            
             
               My
               King
               ,
               my
               God
               he
               is
               .
            
          
           
             
               4
               ,
               5
               ,
               6
               ,
               7.
               
            
             
               Happy
               the
               dwellers
               in
               thine
               house
               ,
            
             
               For
               they
               will
               praise
               thee
               still
               :
            
             
               Thrice
               happy
               they
               whose
               strength
               thou
               art
               .
            
             
               Whose
               hearts
               thy
               Graces
               fill
               .
            
             
               Who
               make
               the
               best
               of
               
               Sion's
               ways
               ,
            
             
               And
               go
               from
               strength
               to
               strength
               ,
            
             
               Till
               they
               appear
               before
               the
               Lord
            
             
               In
               Sion
               Hill
               at
               length
               .
            
          
           
             
               8
               ,
               9
               ,
               10.
               
            
             
               Lord
               God
               of
               Hosts
               hear
               thou
               my
               pray'r
               ,
            
             
               O
               
               Jacob's
               God
               give
               ear
               ,
            
             
               O
               Lord
               our
               shield
               behold
               the
               face
            
             
               Of
               thine
               Anointed
               Dear
               .
            
             
               For
               in
               thy
               Courts
               thy
               Name
               to
               praise
               ,
            
             
               I
               count
               a
               day
               spent
               there
            
             
               Far
               better
               than
               a
               thousand
               days
               ,
            
             
               A
               thousand
               days
               elsewhere
               .
            
          
           
             
               There
               would
               I
               rather
               be
               confin'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               at
               the
               threshold
               lye
            
             
               Than
               dwell
               in
               Sinners
               Tents
               with
               Ease
            
             
               And
               boundless
               Liberty
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               11
               ,
               12.
               
            
             
               For
               God
               the
               Lord
               is
               Sun
               and
               Shield
               ,
            
             
               He
               Grace
               and
               Glory
               gives
               ,
            
             
               And
               no
               good
               thing
               shall
               he
               with-hold
            
             
               From
               them
               that
               purely
               live
               .
            
             
               O
               Lord
               of
               Hosts
               ,
               that
               man
               is
               blest
               ,
            
             
               And
               happy
               sure
               is
               he
            
             
               Whose
               heart
               by
               Faith
               doth
               ever
               rest
            
             
               With
               confidence
               in
               thee
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               XXVII
               .
               Psal.
            
             27.4
             .
          
           
             
               THIS
               is
               my
               great
               request
               ,
               O
               God
               ,
            
             
               Which
               here
               I
               do
               present
               ,
            
             
               That
               all
               the
               days
               I
               have
               to
               live
            
             
               May
               in
               thy
               House
               be
               spent
               .
            
             
               There
               to
               contemplate
               and
               behold
            
             
               The
               Beauty
               of
               the
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               his
               Temple
               to
               enquire
            
             
               Into
               his
               holy
               Word
               .
            
          
           
             
               8
               ,
               9.
               
            
             
               Whenas
               thou
               saidst
               ,
               My
               face
               seek
               ye
               ,
            
             
               Instructed
               by
               thy
               Grace
               ,
            
             
               My
               ready
               heart
               with
               Joy
               reply'd
               ,
            
             
               Lord
               ,
               I
               will
               seek
               thy
               face
               .
            
             
               Hide
               not
               thy
               face
               from
               me
               in
               wrath
               ;
            
             
               Lord
               ,
               turn
               me
               not
               away
               .
            
             
               My
               Sav'our
               ,
               thou
               hast
               been
               my
               help
               ,
            
             
               Be
               still
               my
               strength
               and
               stay
               .
            
          
           
             
               —
               43.3
               ,
               4.
               
            
             
               O
               send
               out
               Light
               and
               Truth
               divine
            
             
               To
               lead
               and
               bring
               me
               near
               ,
            
             
               Unto
               that
               holy
               Hill
               of
               thine
               ,
            
             
               And
               Tabernacles
               there
               .
            
             
             
               Then
               to
               God's
               Altar
               I
               will
               go
               ,
            
             
               The
               Gladness
               of
               my
               Joy
               ,
            
             
               O
               God
               my
               God
               ,
               thy
               praise
               to
               show
               ,
            
             
               My
               Harp
               I
               will
               employ
               .
            
          
           
             
               —
               119.32
               .
            
             
               And
               I
               will
               run
               with
               full
               consent
            
             
               The
               way
               thou
               giv'st
               in
               charge
               ,
            
             
               When
               with
               thy
               sweet
               encouragement
            
             
               Thou
               shalt
               my
               heart
               enlarge
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               XXVIII
               .
               Psal.
            
             92.1
             ,
             2
             ,
             4.
             
          
           
             
               O
               What
               a
               pleasant
               work
               it
               is
            
             
               To
               praise
               the
               Lord
               above
               ,
            
             
               Morning
               and
               Ev'ning
               to
               proclaim
            
             
               His
               Faithfulness
               and
               Love
               !
            
             
               Thy
               works
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
               with
               Joy
               divine
               ,
            
             
               My
               ravish'd
               heart
               affect
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               the
               glory
               of
               thy
               Acts
            
             
               My
               Triumphs
               I
               'll
               erect
               .
            
          
           
             
               5
               ,
               6
               ,
               7.
               
            
             
               O
               Lord
               ,
               how
               great
               are
               all
               thy
               works
               !
            
             
               Thy
               thoughts
               are
               all
               profound
               ;
            
             
               The
               Foolish
               men
               mistake
               thy
               ways
               ,
            
             
               These
               Depths
               they
               cannot
               found
               !
            
             
               When
               prosp'ring
               sinners
               flourish
               most
               ,
            
             
               And
               as
               the
               Grass
               do
               spring
               ,
            
             
               T
               is
               that
               they
               may
               upon
               themselves
            
             
               A
               swift
               destruction
               bring
               .
            
          
           
             
               12
               ,
               13.
               
            
             
               But
               Saints
               like
               laden
               Palms
               shall
               thrive
               ,
            
             
               So
               flourish
               and
               come
               on
               ,
            
             
               Grow
               strong
               and
               tall
               ,
               like
               Cedar
               Trees
            
             
               In
               fruitful
               Lebanon
               .
            
             
             
               Trees
               planted
               in
               the
               Holy
               Place
            
             
               Where
               God
               the
               Lord
               doth
               dwell
               ,
            
             
               Still
               water'd
               with
               the
               dews
               of
               Grace
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               thrive
               and
               prosper
               well
               ;
            
          
           
             
               14
               ,
               15.
               
            
             
               Yea
               (
               ev'n
               when
               Nature's
               strength
               decays
               )
            
             
               In
               Ages
               much
               fruit
               shall
               bring
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               the
               Winter
               of
               their
               days
            
             
               Be
               fat
               and
               flourishing
               .
            
             
               To
               shew
               that
               God's
               an
               upright
               God
               ,
            
             
               He
               is
               a
               Rock
               to
               me
               ;
            
             
               And
               there
               is
               no
               unrighteousness
            
             
               In
               him
               ,
               nor
               none
               can
               be
               .
            
          
           
             
               
                 Hymn
                 XXIX
                 .
                 Psal.
              
               96.1
               ,
               2.
               
            
             
               SIng
               ye
               with
               praise
               unto
               the
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               New
               Songs
               of
               Joy
               and
               Mirth
               :
            
             
               Sing
               to
               the
               Lord
               with
               one
               accord
               ,
            
             
               All
               People
               of
               the
               Earth
               .
            
             
               Sing
               to
               the
               Lord
               ,
               isthron'd
               on
               high
               ,
            
             
               Bless
               his
               adored
               Name
               ,
            
             
               The
               great
               Salvation
               he
               hath
               wrought
            
             
               From
               day
               to
               day
               proclaim
               .
            
          
           
             
               —
               98.1
               ,
               2.
               
            
             
               Renew
               your
               Songs
               to
               God
               ,
               and
               tell
            
             
               What
               wonders
               he
               hath
               done
               ;
            
             
               Let
               's
               all
               admire
               the
               Victories
            
             
               His
               Holy
               Arm
               hath
               won
               .
            
             
               His
               mercy
               which
               was
               kept
               before
            
             
               A
               secret
               and
               inclos'd
               ,
            
             
               Now
               to
               the
               clear
               and
               open
               view
            
             
               Of
               Heathen
               is
               expos'd
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               3
               ,
               4
               ,
               5
               ,
               6.
               
            
             
               His
               promis'd
               Goodness
               and
               his
               Truth
            
             
               Was
               first
               to
               Israel
               shown
               ,
            
             
               But
               now
               the
               ends
               of
               th'
               Earth
               have
               seen
            
             
               His
               great
               Salvation
               .
            
             
               Let
               all
               the
               Earth
               this
               Welcome
               news
            
             
               Applaud
               with
               loudest
               noise
               ,
            
             
               Joyn
               Musick
               to
               their
               Hymns
               of
               Praise
            
             
               To
               testifie
               their
               Joys
               .
            
          
           
             
               7
               ,
               8
               ,
               9.
               
            
             
               Let
               swelling
               Seas
               roar
               ,
               and
               excite
            
             
               The
               Joys
               of
               neighb'ring
               Lands
               ;
            
             
               Let
               echoing
               Hills
               the
               noise
               repeat
               ,
            
             
               And
               Rivers
               clap
               their
               hands
               .
            
             
               Whole
               Nature
               well
               may
               feel
               a
               change
               ,
            
             
               When
               God's
               approach
               is
               nigh
               ,
            
             
               Who
               comes
               to
               judge
               and
               rule
               the
               World
            
             
               With
               Truth
               and
               Equity
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               XXX
               .
               Psal.
            
             68.4
             ,
             17.
             
          
           
             
               SIng
               unto
               God
               ,
               sing
               forth
               his
               p●●ise
               ,
            
             
               Extol
               him
               with
               your
               Voice
               .
            
             
               That
               rides
               on
               th'
               Heav'ns
               by
               JAll
               his
               Name
               ,
            
             
               In
               which
               we
               will
               rejoyce
               .
            
             
               God's
               Char'ots
               twenty
               thousand
               are
               ;
            
             
               Always
               before
               his
               face
            
             
               Millions
               of
               Angels
               do
               attend
               ,
            
             
               As
               in
               the
               Holy
               Place
               .
            
          
           
             
               18.
               
            
             
               Thou
               hast
               ascended
               up
               on
               high
               ,
            
             
               And
               thou
               ,
               O
               Christ
               ,
               didst
               then
            
             
               Lead
               Captive
               our
               Captivity
               ,
            
             
               Receiving
               Gifts
               for
               Men
               :
            
             
             
               Yea
               ,
               ev'n
               for
               Rebellious
               men
            
             
               Thou
               didst
               those
               Gifts
               receive
               ,
            
             
               That
               God
               the
               Lord
               might
               dwell
               with
               them
               ,
            
             
               And
               they
               Rebellion
               leave
               .
            
          
           
             
               24
               ,
               28.
               
            
             
               For
               they
               have
               seen
               thy
               Pow'r
               ,
               O
               God
               ,
            
             
               They
               saw
               thy
               steps
               of
               Grace
               ,
            
             
               The
               goings
               of
               my
               God
               ,
               my
               King
               ,
            
             
               Within
               his
               Holy
               Place
               .
            
             
               Thy
               God
               by
               his
               supreme
               command
            
             
               Hath
               strengthened
               thee
               thus
               ;
            
             
               Strengthen
               ,
               O
               God
               ,
               by
               thy
               good
               hand
            
             
               What
               thou
               hast
               wrought
               for
               us
               .
            
          
           
             
               34
               ,
               35.
               
            
             
               Ascribe
               ye
               strength
               to
               our
               great
               God
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               excellency
               rare
               ,
            
             
               Is
               over
               
               Israel's
               Land
               display'd
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               strength
               the
               Clouds
               declare
               .
            
             
               They
               that
               in
               Holy
               Places
               see
            
             
               Thy
               Glory
               ,
               are
               amaz'd
               ,
            
             
               The
               God
               of
               Israel
               gives
               us
               strength
               ,
            
             
               His
               Holy
               Name
               be
               prais'd
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Hymn
             XXXI
             .
             Psal.
             95.1
             ,
             2
             ,
             3
             ,
             4.
             
          
           
             
               COme
               let
               us
               sing
               with
               joyful
               noise
            
             
               To
               our
               Salvation's
               Rock
               ,
            
             
               With
               Psalms
               of
               Praise
               ,
               and
               thankful
               Joys
               ,
            
             
               Into
               his
               presence
               flock
               .
            
             
               A
               God
               ,
               a
               King
               of
               great
               command
               ,
            
             
               A
               King
               of
               Gods
               He
               is
               ;
            
             
               The
               Earth's
               great
               Deeps
               are
               in
               his
               hand
               ,
            
             
               The
               strength
               of
               Hills
               is
               his
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               5
               ,
               6
               ,
               7.
               
            
             
               Dry
               Land
               and
               Seas
               ,
               ev'n
               both
               of
               these
            
             
               His
               hands
               did
               form
               and
               frame
               ;
            
             
               O
               come
               adore
               with
               bended
               knees
            
             
               The
               Lord
               our
               Maker's
               Name
               .
            
             
               For
               he
               's
               our
               God
               ,
               and
               we
               the
               Flock
            
             
               Of
               whom
               he
               hath
               command
               ,
            
             
               His
               People
               ,
               and
               his
               Pasture-stock
               ,
            
             
               And
               Sheep
               of
               his
               own
               hand
               .
            
          
           
             
               8
               ,
               9
               ,
               10
               ,
               11.
               
            
             
               Let
               's
               therefore
               hear
               his
               Voice
               to
               day
               ,
            
             
               And
               not
               hard-hearted
               prove
               ,
            
             
               As
               those
               that
               in
               the
               Wilderness
            
             
               Provoked
               God
               above
               .
            
             
               They
               prov'd
               his
               pow'r
               ,
               and
               saw
               his
               works
               ,
            
             
               And
               long
               they
               griev'd
               him
               there
               ,
            
             
               Till
               weary'd
               with
               that
               murm'ring
               Race
            
             
               He
               could
               no
               longer
               bear
               :
            
             
               But
               did
               in
               just
               and
               holy
               wrath
            
             
               By
               solemn
               Oath
               protest
               ,
            
             
               That
               they
               should
               never
               come
               into
            
             
               The
               Blessed
               
               Canaan's
               Rest.
               
            
          
           
             
               Heb.
               4.1
               .
            
             
               Let
               us
               then
               fear
               left
               a
               like
               Rest
            
             
               Being
               propos'd
               to
               us
               ,
            
             
               Any
               of
               us
               through
               unbelief
            
             
               Come
               short
               and
               perish
               thus
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               XXXII
               .
               Psal.
            
             36.7
             ,
             8.
             
          
           
             
               HOW
               excellent
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               is
               that
               Grace
               ,
            
             
               And
               Love
               that
               from
               thee
               springs
               ,
            
             
               Therefore
               the
               Sons
               of
               Men
               do
               place
            
             
               Their
               Trust
               in
               thy
               spread
               wings
               !
            
             
             
               With
               fatness
               of
               thine
               House
               on
               high
            
             
               Thou
               shalt
               thy
               Saints
               suffice
               ,
            
             
               And
               make
               them
               drink
               abundantly
            
             
               The
               River
               of
               thy
               Joys
               .
            
          
           
             
               9
               ,
               10.
               
            
             
               Because
               the
               Springs
               of
               Life
               most
               pure
            
             
               Do
               ever
               flow
               from
               thee
               ;
            
             
               And
               in
               thy
               Light-we
               shall
               be
               sure
            
             
               Eternal
               Light
               to
               see
               .
            
             
               To
               those
               who
               thus
               esteem
               thy
               Love
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               Kindness
               still
               impart
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               thy
               Promises
               fulfil
            
             
               To
               men
               of
               upright
               heart
               .
            
          
           
             
               —
               89.15
               ,
               16.
               
            
             
               Blest
               is
               the
               People
               that
               doth
               know
            
             
               And
               hear
               the
               joyful
               sound
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               Beams
               shall
               light
               them
               as
               they
               go
               ,
            
             
               And
               shine
               about
               them
               round
               .
            
             
               Th'
               expressions
               of
               thy
               wondrous
               Love
            
             
               Will
               constant
               Joys
               create
               .
            
             
               And
               thou
               ,
               the
               Glory
               of
               their
               strength
            
             
               Wilt
               crown
               their
               low
               Estate
               .
            
          
           
             
               —
               65.4
               .
               —
               41.13
               .
            
             
               They
               with
               the
               Goodness
               of
               thy
               House
            
             
               Shall
               feast
               their
               Appetites
               ;
            
             
               Full
               of
               the
               Joys
               thy
               Temple
               yields
               ,
            
             
               And
               ravish'd
               with
               Delights
               .
            
             
               The
               Lord
               the
               God
               of
               Israel
            
             
               Be
               prais'd
               eternally
               ,
            
             
               From
               age
               to
               age
               for
               evermore
               ,
            
             
               
                 Amen
                 ,
                 Amen
              
               ,
               say
               I.
               
            
          
        
         
           
           
             
               Hymn
               XXXIII
               .
               Psal.
            
             123.1
             .
             —
             26.8
             .
             —
             5.7
             .
          
           
             
               TO
               thee
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
               to
               thee
               alone
            
             
               Do
               I
               lift
               up
               mine
               Eyes
               ,
            
             
               O
               thou
               the
               high
               and
               lofty
               One
            
             
               That
               dwell'st
               above
               the
               Skies
               .
            
             
               The
               Habitation
               of
               thine
               House
               ,
            
             
               Lord
               ,
               I
               have
               loved
               well
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               sweet
               place
               so
               glorious
               ,
            
             
               Where
               thy
               Renown
               doth
               dwell
               .
            
             
               And
               to
               that
               House
               will
               I
               draw
               near
            
             
               In
               thine
               abundant
               Grace
               ,
            
             
               And
               worship
               with
               an
               awful
               fear
            
             
               Towards
               thine
               Holy
               Place
               .
            
          
           
             
               —
               119.5
               ,
               11
               ,
               12
               ,
               18
               ,
               19.
               
            
             
               Assist
               me
               therefore
               ,
               O
               my
               God
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               direct
               my
               way
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               may
               keep
               thy
               holy
               Word
               ,
            
             
               And
               never
               go
               astray
               .
            
             
               Let
               it
               be
               hid
               within
               my
               heart
               ,
            
             
               From
               sin
               to
               keep
               me
               free
               ,
            
             
               A
               blessed
               One
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
               thou
               art
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               Statutes
               teach
               thou
               me
               .
            
             
               Open
               mine
               Eyes
               that
               I
               may
               see
            
             
               The
               wonders
               of
               thy
               Law
               ,
            
             
               For
               b'ing
               a
               stranger
               here
               ,
               I
               must
            
             
               From
               thence
               my
               comfort
               draw
               .
            
          
           
             
               24
               ,
               54.
               
            
             
               And
               these
               thy
               Testimonies
               are
            
             
               My
               heart
               's
               intire
               delight
               ,
            
             
             
               Nor
               need
               I
               other
               Counsellor
            
             
               To
               guide
               my
               ways
               aright
               .
            
             
               For
               ev'ry
               where
               thy
               Statutes
               are
            
             
               My
               comfortable
               Songs
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               in
               my
               Pilgrimage
               I
               am
            
             
               Expos'd
               to
               griefs
               and
               wrongs
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               XXXIV
               .
               Psal.
            
             119.68
             ,
             73.
             
          
           
             
               LORD
               thou
               art
               good
               ,
               and
               thou
               dost
               good
               ,
            
             
               All
               Graces
               flow
               from
               thee
               ;
            
             
               Teach
               me
               to
               know
               thy
               Testaments
               ,
            
             
               How
               good
               and
               just
               they
               be
               .
            
             
               Thy
               hands
               have
               made
               ,
               and
               fashion'd
               me
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               Grace
               on
               me
               bestow
               ,
            
             
               To
               know
               thy
               Precepts
               what
               they
               be
               ,
            
             
               And
               practise
               what
               I
               know
               .
            
          
           
             
               105
               ,
               106
               ,
               108.
               
            
             
               For
               of
               my
               Life
               they
               are
               the
               Guide
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               my
               Paths
               give
               Light
               ;
            
             
               I
               've
               sworn
               to
               keep
               thy
               Right'ous
               Laws
               ,
            
             
               Which
               I
               'll
               perform
               aright
               .
            
             
               The
               Free-will
               Off'rings
               of
               my
               Mouth
            
             
               I
               pray
               thee
               Lord
               accept
               ,
            
             
               And
               teach
               me
               now
               ,
               which
               way
               and
               how
            
             
               Thy
               Judgments
               may
               be
               kept
               .
            
          
           
             
               109
               ,
               111.
               
            
             
               My
               Soul
               is
               ever
               in
               my
               hand
               ,
            
             
               Expos'd
               to
               dangers
               great
               ,
            
             
               Therefore
               the
               Precepts
               of
               thy
               Word
            
             
               I
               never
               will
               forget
               .
            
             
               Thy
               Statutes
               are
               the
               Heritage
            
             
               Whereof
               I
               have
               made
               choice
               ,
            
             
             
               To
               my
               last
               day
               ,
               for
               those
               are
               they
            
             
               That
               make
               my
               heart
               rejoyce
               .
            
          
           
             
               112.96
               .
            
             
               I
               have
               inclin'd
               my
               heart
               to
               keep
            
             
               The
               Laws
               thou
               didst
               decree
               ,
            
             
               And
               by
               thy
               Grace
               will
               cleave
               to
               them
            
             
               Ev'n
               till
               I
               come
               to
               thee
               .
            
             
               For
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               of
               all
               Perfection
               here
            
             
               I
               soon
               discern
               an
               end
               ;
            
             
               But
               to
               all
               times
               and
               states
               of
               Life
            
             
               Thy
               perfect
               Laws
               extend
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               XXXV
               .
               Psal.
            
             119.137
             ,
             138
             ,
             162
             ,
             163.
             
          
           
             
               THY
               Nature
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               and
               thy
               Commands
            
             
               Exactly
               do
               agree
               ;
            
             
               Holy
               ,
               and
               just
               ,
               and
               true
               thou
               art
               ,
            
             
               And
               such
               thy
               Precepts
               be
               .
            
             
               I
               have
               rejoyced
               at
               thy
               Word
               ,
            
             
               As
               one
               that
               finds
               a
               Prize
               ;
            
             
               And
               I
               do
               love
               thy
               Law
               ,
               O
               Lord.
            
             
               But
               hate
               the
               way
               of
               Lies
               .
            
          
           
             
               164
               ,
               165
               ,
               140.
               
            
             
               Sev'n
               times
               a
               day
               I
               'll
               give
               thee
               praise
               ,
            
             
               For
               thy
               just
               Judgments
               sake
               ,
            
             
               Great
               peace
               have
               they
               that
               love
               thy
               ways
               ,
            
             
               And
               no
               offence
               they
               take
               .
            
             
               Thy
               Word
               indeed
               is
               very
               pure
               ,
            
             
               As
               Silver
               try'd
               by
               Fire
               ,
            
             
               Therefore
               thy
               Servant
               will
               be
               sure
            
             
               To
               love
               it
               most
               intire
               .
            
          
           
             
               17.132
               .
            
             
               Deal
               bounteously
               in
               gifts
               of
               Grace
            
             
               With
               me
               thy
               Servant
               ,
               Lord
               ,
            
             
             
               That
               I
               may
               live
               and
               run
               my
               Race
               ,
            
             
               And
               keep
               thy
               Holy
               Word
               .
            
             
               Look
               on
               me
               in
               thy
               mercy
               ,
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               And
               grant
               me
               of
               the
               same
               ,
            
             
               As
               thou
               art
               wont
               to
               deal
               with
               those
            
             
               That
               love
               and
               fear
               thy
               Name
               .
            
          
           
             
               133
               ,
               171.
               
            
             
               Let
               all
               my
               steps
               by
               thy
               just
               Word
            
             
               Exactly
               order'd
               be
               ,
            
             
               That
               no
               iniquity
               may
               have
            
             
               Dominion
               over
               me
               .
            
             
               And
               then
               my
               Lips
               shall
               be
               prepar'd
            
             
               To
               offer
               thankful
               praise
               ,
            
             
               When
               unto
               me
               thou
               hast
               declar'd
            
             
               And
               taught
               me
               all
               thy
               ways
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             Hymn
             XXXVI
             .
             Psal.
             63.1
             ,
             2.
             
          
           
             To
             the
             Tune
             of
             Psal.
             67.
             
          
           
             
               O
               God
               thou
               art
               my
               God
               ,
            
             
               I
               'll
               seek
               thee
               earnestly
               .
            
             
               My
               Soul
               in
               me
               thirsts
               after
               thee
            
             
               Here
               in
               the
               Desarts
               dry
               :
            
             
               That
               I
               might
               see
               thy
               pow'r
               ,
            
             
               And
               thy
               most
               glorious
               Grace
               ,
            
             
               As
               I
               sometimes
               have
               seen
               it
               shine
            
             
               Within
               thy
               Holy
               Place
               .
            
          
           
             
               3
               ,
               4
               ,
               8.
               
            
             
               That
               Loving-kindness
               ,
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               Which
               I
               will
               ever
               praise
               ,
            
             
               Is
               better
               far
               than
               Life
               it self
               ,
            
             
               Tho'
               fill'd
               with
               prosp'ring
               days
               ,
            
             
             
               Thus
               while
               my
               Life
               doth
               last
            
             
               I
               will
               extol
               thy
               Fame
               ,
            
             
               My
               heart
               and
               hands
               will
               I
               lift
               up
            
             
               In
               thy
               most
               holy
               Name
               .
            
             
               My
               Soul
               is
               pressing
               on
            
             
               To
               follow
               after
               thee
               ,
            
             
               And
               still
               I
               stand
               by
               thy
               right
               hand
               ,
            
             
               For
               that
               upholdeth
               me
               .
            
          
           
             
               —
               122.1
               ,
               2
               ,
               4
               ,
               5
               ,
               6
               ,
               7.
               
            
             
               Therefore
               will
               I
               rejoyce
            
             
               When
               they
               to
               me
               shall
               say
               ,
            
             
               Unto
               the
               House
               of
               God
               let
               us
            
             
               Together
               take
               our
               way
               .
            
             
               For
               there
               will
               we
               be
               found
               ,
            
             
               Where
               
               Isr'el's
               Tribes
               attend
            
             
               Upon
               the
               lively
               Oracles
            
             
               Joynt-praise
               to
               Heav'n
               to
               send
               .
            
             
               Pray
               for
               
               Jerus'lem's
               peace
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               my
               Brethren
               dear
               ;
            
             
               Peace
               be
               in
               
               Sion's
               sacred
               Walls
               ,
            
             
               Prosperity
               be
               there
               .
            
          
        
      
       
         
           For
           Lord's-day
           Noon
           and
           Evening
           .
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               XXXVII
               .
               Psal.
            
             33.
             1
             ,
             2
             ,
             3
             ,
             4.
             
          
           
             
               YE
               Righteous
               in
               the
               Lord
               rejoyce
               ,
            
             
               For
               praise
               becomes
               the
               Saints
               ;
            
             
               Praise
               God
               with
               Psaltry
               ,
               Harp
               and
               Voice
               ,
            
             
               And
               ten-string'd
               Instruments
               .
            
             
             
               Sing
               to
               the
               Lord
               aloud
               with
               praise
               ,
            
             
               With
               skilful
               Songs
               and
               new
               ,
            
             
               Because
               his
               Word
               ,
               his
               Works
               and
               Ways
            
             
               Are
               holy
               ,
               just
               and
               true
               .
            
          
           
             
               —
               40.5
               .
               —
               22.9
               .
               —
               71.17
               .
            
             
               Many
               are
               those
               most
               wond'rous
               works
            
             
               Which
               thou
               (
               my
               God
               )
               hast
               wrought
               ;
            
             
               Many
               thy
               gracious
               purposes
            
             
               Which
               are
               to
               us-ward
               thought
               .
            
             
               I
               have
               been
               cast
               upon
               thy
               care
            
             
               Ev'n
               from
               my
               Birth
               till
               now
               ,
            
             
               And
               from
               the
               Womb
               that
               brought
               me
               forth
               ,
            
             
               My
               God
               and
               Guide
               art
               thou
               .
            
             
               Yea
               from
               my
               tender
               Infancy
            
             
               I
               have
               by
               thee
               been
               taught
               ,
            
             
               And
               so
               have
               told
               continually
            
             
               What
               wonders
               thou
               hast
               wrought
               .
            
          
           
             
               —
               104.33
               ,
               34
               ,
               35.
               
            
             
               Therefore
               to
               God
               will
               I
               sing
               praise
               ,
            
             
               While
               I
               have
               life
               and
               breath
               ,
            
             
               And
               glorifie
               him
               all
               my
               days
               ,
            
             
               And
               honour
               him
               till
               death
               .
            
             
               My
               thoughts
               of
               him
               shall
               be
               so
               sweet
            
             
               As
               nothing
               else
               can
               be
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               the
               streams
               of
               Joy
               shall
               meet
            
             
               When
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               I
               think
               on
               thee
               .
            
             
               Let
               sinners
               perish
               from
               the
               Earth
               ,
            
             
               And
               wicked
               be
               no
               more
               :
            
             
               But
               thou
               my
               Soul
               ,
               God's
               praise
               set
               forth
               ,
            
             
               Praise
               ye
               the
               Lord
               therefore
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             
               Hymn
               XXXVIII
               .
               Psal.
            
             71.8
             ,
             14.
             
          
           
             
               LORD
               let
               my
               mouth
               be
               fill'd
               with
               praise
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               with
               pleasure
               may
            
             
               Thine
               Honour
               to
               the
               World
               proclaim
               ,
            
             
               And
               publish
               all
               the
               day
               .
            
             
               For
               I
               with
               never-fainting
               hope
            
             
               Thy
               mercies
               will
               implore
               ,
            
             
               And
               celebrate
               with
               thankful
               heart
            
             
               Thy
               praises
               more
               and
               more
               .
            
          
           
             
               15
               ,
               16.
               
            
             
               Thy
               righteous
               Acts
               and
               saving
               Grace
            
             
               I
               daily
               will
               declare
               ,
            
             
               Though
               the
               one
               half
               cannot
               be
               told
               ,
            
             
               So
               numberless
               they
               are
               .
            
             
               Depending
               on
               thy
               strength
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               I
               will
               go
               boldly
               on
               ;
            
             
               Thy
               Righteousness
               shall
               be
               my
               plea
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               Righteousness
               alone
               .
            
          
           
             
               19
               ,
               20
               ,
               21.
               
            
             
               Thy
               Righteousness
               ,
               O
               God
               ,
               exceeds
            
             
               In
               the
               most
               high
               degree
               ;
            
             
               Thou
               hast
               performed
               wond'rous
               deeds
               ,
            
             
               Who
               can
               compare
               with
               thee
               ?
            
             
               Thou
               who
               hast
               shew'd
               me
               troubles
               sore
               ,
            
             
               Shalt
               raise
               me
               from
               the
               ground
               ,
            
             
               With
               boundless
               Joys
               and
               endless
               Peace
            
             
               Thou
               shalt
               enclose
               me
               round
               .
            
          
           
             
               22
               ,
               23.
               
            
             
               I
               will
               instruct
               each
               warbling
               string
            
             
               To
               make
               thy
               praises
               known
               ;
            
             
             
               Thy
               Truth
               and
               Goodness
               I
               will
               sing
               ,
            
             
               O
               
               Isr'el's
               Holy
               One
               !
            
             
               A
               multitude
               of
               Joys
               shall
               throng
            
             
               Upon
               my
               Lips
               to
               sit
               ,
            
             
               While
               my
               glad
               Soul
               breaths
               on
               t
               a
               Song
            
             
               To
               him
               that
               ransom'd
               it
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               XXXIX
               .
               Psal.
            
             106.1
             ,
             2.
             
          
           
             
               O
               Render
               thanks
               unto
               the
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               For
               kind
               he
               is
               and
               good
               ;
            
             
               His
               mercies
               still
               continue
               sure
               ,
            
             
               As
               they
               have
               ever
               stood
               .
            
             
               What
               Language
               can
               his
               mighty
               deeds
            
             
               Deservedly
               proclaim
               ?
            
             
               What
               Tongue
               can
               sing
               th'
               immortal
               praise
            
             
               Due
               to
               his
               Sacred
               Name
               ?
            
          
           
             
               105.2
               ,
               3.
               
            
             
               Therefore
               let
               us
               in
               thankful
               Songs
            
             
               Our
               great
               Redeemer
               bless
               :
            
             
               And
               what
               his
               mighty
               Hand
               hath
               wrought
               ,
            
             
               With
               joyful
               Tongues
               express
               .
            
             
               O
               make
               your
               boasts
               with
               one
               accord
            
             
               In
               God's
               most
               Holy
               Name
               ;
            
             
               Let
               ev'ry
               Soul
               that
               seeks
               the
               Lord
            
             
               Be
               joyful
               in
               the
               same
               .
            
          
           
             
               5
               ,
               7
               ,
               8.
               
            
             
               O
               let
               the
               works
               that
               he
               hath
               done
            
             
               Your
               Admiration
               move
               ;
            
             
               Think
               on
               the
               Judgments
               of
               his
               Mouth
               ,
            
             
               And
               wonders
               of
               his
               Love.
            
             
               It
               is
               our
               Glory
               and
               our
               Joy
            
             
               That
               this
               great
               God
               is
               ours
               ,
            
             
             
               His
               Judgments
               pass
               through
               all
               the
               Earth
            
             
               With
               never-failing
               pow'rs
               .
            
             
               His
               Cov'nant
               to
               his
               People
               seal'd
               ,
            
             
               He
               ever
               calls
               to
               mind
               ,
            
             
               And
               will
               his
               Promises
               fulfil
            
             
               To
               Ages
               yet
               behind
               .
            
          
           
             
               107.21
               .
            
             
               O
               that
               all
               men
               would
               praise
               the
               Lord
            
             
               For
               his
               great
               goodness
               then
               ,
            
             
               And
               for
               his
               works
               most
               wonderful
            
             
               Unto
               the
               Sons
               of
               Men.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               XL.
               Psal.
            
             113.1
             ,
             2
             ,
             3.
             
          
           
             
               PRaise
               ye
               the
               Lord
               ,
               praise
               ye
               his
               Name
               ,
            
             
               Ye
               Servants
               of
               the
               Lord
               ;
            
             
               His
               Name
               be
               now
               and
               ever
               blest
               ,
            
             
               Of
               all
               with
               one
               accord
               .
            
             
               Ev'n
               from
               the
               rising
               of
               the
               Sun
               ,
            
             
               Unto
               his
               going
               down
               ,
            
             
               Must
               we
               proclaim
               the
               Lord's
               High
               Praise
               ,
            
             
               And
               give
               his
               Name
               Renown
               .
            
          
           
             
               4
               ,
               5
               ,
               6.
               
            
             
               Above
               all
               Nations
               he
               's
               advanc'd
               ;
            
             
               His
               Fame
               surmounts
               the
               Sky
               ,
            
             
               And
               who
               is
               like
               the
               Lord
               our
               God
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               dwelling
               is
               on
               high
               ?
            
             
               Yet
               humbleth
               he
               himself
               to
               see
            
             
               Things
               done
               in
               Heav'n
               above
               ,
            
             
               And
               what
               is
               done
               on
               Earth
               beneath
            
             
               Where
               we
               poor
               Mortals
               move
               .
            
          
           
             
               —
               111.2
               ,
               7
               ,
               8.
               
            
             
               Great
               are
               the
               works
               of
               our
               great
               God
               ,
            
             
               And
               ev'ry
               one
               no
               doubt
               ,
            
             
             
               That
               takes
               true
               pleasure
               in
               the
               same
               ,
            
             
               With
               care
               doth
               search
               them
               out
               .
            
             
               Faithful
               and
               just
               are
               all
               his
               ways
               ,
            
             
               His
               Word
               for
               ever
               sure
               ,
            
             
               When
               once
               his
               Promise
               is
               engag'd
            
             
               Performance
               is
               secure
               .
            
          
           
             
               9
               ,
               10.
               
            
             
               Holy
               and
               rev'rend
               is
               his
               Name
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               be
               had
               in
               dread
               ;
            
             
               This
               true
               Religious
               Fear
               of
               God
            
             
               Is
               Wisdom's
               Well-spring
               head
               .
            
             
               Good
               understanding
               have
               they
               all
            
             
               That
               carefully
               endeavour
            
             
               To
               practise
               his
               Commandements
               ;
            
             
               His
               Praise
               endures
               for
               ever
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               XLI
               .
               Psal.
            
             135.1
             ,
             2.
             
          
           
             
               SIng
               Hallelujah
               ,
               ye
               that
               serve
            
             
               The
               God
               by
               us
               ador'd
               ;
            
             
               O
               bless
               the
               High
               and
               Glorious
               Name
            
             
               Of
               our
               Almighty
               Lord.
            
             
               O
               ye
               that
               are
               admitted
               thus
            
             
               Within
               his
               House
               to
               stand
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               his
               Holy
               Courts
               attend
            
             
               The
               Word
               of
               his
               command
               .
            
          
           
             
               3
               ,
               4.
               
            
             
               Praise
               ye
               the
               Lord
               for
               he
               is
               good
               ;
            
             
               Sing
               praises
               to
               his
               Name
               ;
            
             
               For
               it
               is
               sweet
               to
               be
               employ'd
               ,
            
             
               His
               praises
               to
               proclaim
               .
            
             
               For
               God
               hath
               chosen
               to
               himself
            
             
               Beloved
               
               Jacob's
               Race
               ,
            
             
             
               And
               Isr'el
               the
               chief
               Treasure
               is
            
             
               Of
               his
               peculiar
               Grace
               .
            
          
           
             
               5
               ,
               6.
               
            
             
               For
               well
               I
               know
               the
               Lord
               is
               great
               ,
            
             
               And
               that
               this
               Lord
               of
               ours
            
             
               Transcends
               all
               Gods
               ,
               and
               hath
               his
               Seat
            
             
               Above
               all
               Sov'reign
               Pow'rs
               .
            
             
               His
               Word
               created
               all
               at
               first
               ,
            
             
               His
               Pleasure
               rules
               them
               still
               :
            
             
               His
               Sov'reign
               uncontrolled
               mind
            
             
               Heav'n
               ,
               Earth
               ,
               and
               Seas
               fulfil
               .
            
          
           
             
               19
               ,
               20
               ,
               21.
               
            
             
               O
               
               Isr'el's
               house
               ,
               bless
               ye
               the
               Lord
            
             
               With
               them
               of
               
               Levi's
               Tribe
               ;
            
             
               All
               that
               devoutly
               fear
               the
               Lord
            
             
               Due
               praise
               to
               him
               ascribe
               .
            
             
               Let
               us
               all
               now
               in
               
               Sion's
               Courts
            
             
               The
               Lord's
               High
               Praise
               record
               ,
            
             
               Who
               dwelleth
               at
               Jerusalem
               :
            
             
               Praise
               ye
               ,
               praise
               ye
               the
               Lord.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               XLII
               .
               Psal.
            
             136.1
             ,
             2
             ,
             3.
             
          
           
             To
             the
             Tune
             of
             Psal.
             67.
             
          
           
             
               O
               Render
               thanks
               to
               God
               ,
            
             
               For
               he
               is
               very
               good
               ;
            
             
               His
               Mercies
               sure
               do
               still
               endure
               ,
            
             
               And
               have
               for
               ever
               stood
               .
            
             
               The
               God
               of
               Gods
               proclaim
               ,
            
             
               The
               Lord
               of
               Lords
               great
               Name
               ;
            
             
               His
               Mercies
               sure
               do
               still
               endure
               ,
            
             
               Eternally
               the
               same
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               4
               ,
               5
               ,
               6
               ,
               7
               ,
               8
               ,
               9.
               
            
             
               Who
               wond'rous
               things
               hath
               done
               ,
            
             
               Made
               Earth
               and
               Heav'n
               alone
               ;
            
             
               His
               Mercies
               sure
               do
               still
               endure
            
             
               To
               Ages
               all
               made
               known
               .
            
             
               Gave
               Sun
               ond
               Moon
               their
               Light
               ,
            
             
               To
               rule
               both
               day
               and
               night
               ;
            
             
               His
               Mercies
               sure
               do
               still
               endure
               ,
            
             
               For
               they
               are
               infinite
               .
            
          
           
             
               10
               ,
               11
               ,
               12
               ,
               13
               ,
               14
               ,
               16.
               
            
             
               Who
               
               Egypt's
               First-born
               slew
               ,
            
             
               And
               thence
               his
               Isr'el
               drew
               ;
            
             
               His
               Mercies
               sure
               do
               still
               endure
               ,
            
             
               And
               ever
               so
               shall
               do
               .
            
             
               Led
               them
               through
               parted
               Seas
               ,
            
             
               And
               Desarts
               ,
               unknown
               ways
               ;
            
             
               His
               Mercies
               sure
               do
               still
               endure
               ,
            
             
               Worthy
               eternal
               praise
               .
            
          
           
             
               17
               ,
               18
               ,
               19
               ,
               22
               ,
               23
               ,
               24.
               
            
             
               That
               famous
               Kings
               destroy'd
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               Land
               Isr'el
               enjoy'd
               ;
            
             
               His
               Mercies
               sure
               do
               still
               endure
               ,
            
             
               And
               evermore
               abide
               .
            
             
               Our
               lost
               Estate
               he
               knows
               ,
            
             
               Redeems
               us
               from
               our
               Foes
               ;
            
             
               His
               Mercies
               sure
               do
               still
               endure
               ,
            
             
               A
               Spring
               that
               overflows
               .
            
          
           
             
               25
               ,
               26.
               
            
             
               Who
               still
               provideth
               meat
            
             
               Whereof
               all
               flesh
               may
               eat
               ;
            
             
               His
               Mercies
               sure
               do
               still
               endure
               ,
            
             
               For
               ever
               full
               and
               great
               .
            
             
             
               The
               God
               of
               Heav'n
               therefore
            
             
               With
               thankful
               thoughts
               adore
               ;
            
             
               His
               Mercies
               sure
               do
               still
               endure
            
             
               Henceforth
               for
               evermore
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               XLIII
               .
               Psal.
            
             146.1
             ,
             2
             ,
             3
             ,
             4.
             
          
           
             
               SIng
               Hallelujah
               ,
               O
               my
               Soul
               ,
            
             
               To
               the
               Eternal
               King
               ;
            
             
               Yea
               ,
               whilst
               I
               any
               Being
               have
               ,
            
             
               His
               praises
               I
               will
               sing
               .
            
             
               Trust
               not
               in
               Kings
               ,
               though
               ne're
               so
               great
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               in
               man's
               mortal
               Seed
               ,
            
             
               Whose
               pow'r
               is
               not
               sufficient
            
             
               To
               help
               you
               in
               your
               need
               .
            
             
               Because
               his
               breath
               doth
               soon
               depart
               ,
            
             
               Then
               turns
               he
               to
               his
               Clay
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               the
               Counsels
               of
               his
               heart
            
             
               Do
               perish
               in
               that
               day
               .
            
          
           
             
               5
               ,
               6.
               
            
             
               Happy
               is
               he
               whose
               certain
               Help
            
             
               From
               
               Jacob's
               God
               descends
               ;
            
             
               Thrice
               happy
               he
               whose
               fixed
               Hope
            
             
               On
               God
               ,
               his
               God
               depends
               .
            
             
               Who
               form'd
               the
               Earth
               ,
               &
               Heav'ns
               high
               frame
               ,
            
             
               Who
               made
               the
               swelling
               Deep
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               that
               is
               within
               the
               same
               ;
            
             
               Who
               Truth
               doth
               ever
               keep
               .
            
          
           
             
               7
               ,
               8.
               
            
             
               Who
               with
               right
               Judgment
               still
               proceeds
            
             
               For
               those
               that
               be
               opprest
               ,
            
             
               Takes
               care
               that
               hungry
               Souls
               be
               fed
               ,
            
             
               And
               Pris'ners
               be
               releas'd
               .
            
             
             
               The
               Lord
               doth
               give
               the
               blind
               their
               sight
               ,
            
             
               The
               bowed
               down
               doth
               raise
               ;
            
             
               In
               righteous
               men
               he
               takes
               delight
               ,
            
             
               And
               loveth
               them
               always
               .
            
          
           
             
               9
               ,
               10.
               
            
             
               Strangers
               and
               Widows
               he
               preserves
               ,
            
             
               The
               Orphans
               Cause
               doth
               own
               ,
            
             
               But
               as
               for
               sinners
               prosp'rous
               state
               ,
            
             
               He
               turns
               it
               upside
               down
               .
            
             
               The
               Lord
               shall
               reign
               eternally
               ;
            
             
               Thy
               God
               ,
               O
               Sion
               Hill
            
             
               Shall
               reign
               to
               all
               Posterity
               ;
            
             
               O
               praise
               him
               ,
               praise
               him
               still
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               XLIV
               .
               Psal.
            
             147.1
             ,
             2
             ,
             3.
             
          
           
             
               PRaise
               ye
               the
               Lord
               ,
               for
               it
               is
               meet
            
             
               Our
               God's
               due
               praise
               to
               sing
               ,
            
             
               For
               the
               employment
               is
               most
               sweet
               ,
            
             
               And
               Praise
               a
               comely
               thing
               .
            
             
               The
               Lord
               builds
               up
               Jerusalem
               ,
            
             
               His
               out-casts
               he
               restores
               ;
            
             
               With
               comfort
               heals
               the
               broken
               hearts
               ,
            
             
               And
               bindeth
               up
               their
               sores
               .
            
          
           
             
               5
               ,
               6
               ,
               11.
               
            
             
               Unsearchable
               his
               Wisdom
               is
               ,
            
             
               His
               Pow'r
               admits
               no
               bound
               ;
            
             
               He
               raiseth
               up
               the
               humble
               Souls
               ,
            
             
               Treads
               sinners
               to
               the
               ground
               .
            
             
               The
               Lord
               's
               intire
               delight
               and
               joy
            
             
               Is
               ever
               in
               the
               Just
               ,
            
             
               In
               them
               that
               fear
               him
               faithfully
               ,
            
             
               And
               in
               his
               Mercy
               trust
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               12
               ,
               13
               ,
               14.
               
            
             
               O
               praise
               the
               Lord
               ,
               Jerusalem
               ,
            
             
               Thy
               God
               ,
               O
               Sion
               ,
               praise
               ,
            
             
               Who
               makes
               thy
               Bars
               and
               strength'neth
               them
               ,
            
             
               Wherewith
               thy
               Gates
               he
               stays
               .
            
             
               Thy
               Children
               in
               thee
               he
               hath
               blest
               ,
            
             
               Makes
               in
               thy
               Borders
               peace
               ;
            
             
               He
               fills
               thee
               with
               the
               very
               best
            
             
               Of
               all
               the
               Field's
               increase
               .
            
          
           
             
               19
               ,
               20.
               
            
             
               The
               sacred
               Dictates
               of
               his
               Lips
            
             
               He
               hath
               to
               Jacob
               shown
               ;
            
             
               His
               Statutes
               and
               his
               Judgments
               are
            
             
               To
               chosen
               Isr'el
               known
               .
            
             
               He
               hath
               not
               dealt
               so
               favourably
            
             
               With
               any
               Land
               beside
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               have
               they
               known
               his
               Judgments
               so
               ,
            
             
               The
               Lord
               be
               magnifi'd
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               XLV
               .
               Psal.
            
             148.1
             ,
             2
             ,
             3.
             
          
           
             
               SIng
               Hallelujah
               ,
               praise
               the
               Lord
            
             
               Ev'n
               from
               the
               Heavens
               high
               ,
            
             
               And
               from
               the
               heights
               his
               praise
               proclaim
               ,
            
             
               Above
               the
               starry
               Sky
               .
            
             
               His
               Angels
               all
               his
               praise
               begin
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               his
               Hosts
               of
               Might
               ;
            
             
               Praise
               him
               both
               Sun
               and
               Moon
               ;
               praise
               him
               ,
            
             
               O
               all
               ye
               Stars
               of
               Light.
               
            
          
           
             
               4
               ,
               5
               ,
               6
               ,
               7
               ,
               8
               ,
               9
               ,
               10.
               
            
             
               Ye
               Heav'n
               of
               Heav'ns
               and
               Waters
               there
               ,
            
             
               Praise
               your
               Creator's
               Name
               ,
            
             
             
               For
               by
               his
               Great
               Decree
               you
               do
            
             
               Continue
               still
               the
               same
               .
            
             
               Praise
               God
               from
               th'
               Earth
               ,
               ye
               Whales
               &
               Deeps
               ,
            
             
               Fire
               ,
               Hail
               ,
               and
               stormy
               Wind
               ,
            
             
               Hill
               ,
               Trees
               ,
               and
               Cattle
               ,
               Worms
               and
               Fowl
               ,
            
             
               Each
               in
               your
               sev'ral
               kind
               .
            
          
           
             
               11
               ,
               12
               ,
               13.
               
            
             
               Kings
               of
               the
               Earth
               and
               People
               there
               ,
            
             
               Princes
               and
               Judges
               all
               ,
            
             
               Young
               Men
               ,
               and
               Maidens
               ev'ry
               where
               ,
            
             
               Old
               Men
               ,
               and
               Children
               small
               :
            
             
               O
               let
               them
               praise
               the
               Lord's
               Great
               Name
               ,
            
             
               For
               that
               excels
               alone
               ;
            
             
               His
               Glory
               is
               above
               the
               frame
            
             
               Of
               Earth
               ,
               and
               Heav'ns
               high
               Throne
               .
            
          
           
             
               —
               149.1
               ,
               2
               ,
               4
               ,
               5.
               
            
             
               But
               above
               all
               ,
               let
               
               Isr'el's
               Saints
            
             
               Of
               their
               Redeemer
               sing
               ,
            
             
               And
               let
               the
               Sons
               of
               Sion
               Hill
            
             
               Be
               joyful
               in
               their
               King.
            
             
               For
               God
               takes
               pleasure
               in
               his
               Saints
               ,
            
             
               Will
               crown
               the
               humble
               Heads
               ,
            
             
               Therefore
               let
               them
               triumph
               in
               him
            
             
               And
               sing
               upon
               their
               Beds
               .
            
          
           
             
               148.14
               .
            
             
               For
               he
               exalts
               his
               
               Isr'el's
               Horn
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               his
               Saints
               doth
               raise
               ;
            
             
               A
               People
               near
               and
               dear
               to
               him
               ,
            
             
               O
               give
               the
               Lord
               his
               praise
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               XLVI
               .
               Psal.
            
             47.6
             ,
             7
             ,
             9.
             
          
           
             
               SIng
               praise
               to
               God
               ,
               sing
               praise
               with
               joy
               ,
            
             
               Sing
               praises
               to
               our
               King
               ,
            
             
             
               For
               Christ
               is
               King
               of
               all
               the
               World
               ,
            
             
               All
               skilful
               praises
               sing
               .
            
             
               With
               shouts
               of
               Joys
               He
               is
               gone
               up
            
             
               To
               His
               Imperial
               Throne
               ;
            
             
               Our
               Lord
               is
               with
               the
               Trumpets
               sound
            
             
               To
               Heav'n
               in
               Triumph
               gone
               .
            
          
           
             
               —
               2.8
               .
               —
               22.27
               .
            
             
               At
               his
               request
               is
               giv'n
               to
               him
            
             
               The
               priv'lege
               of
               his
               Birth
               ,
            
             
               For
               His
               the
               Heathen
               Lands
               shall
               be
               ,
            
             
               And
               utmost
               Parts
               on
               Earth
               .
            
             
               The
               Kindreds
               of
               the
               Nations
               all
            
             
               Shall
               worship
               in
               his
               sight
               ;
            
             
               For
               he
               must
               govern
               great
               and
               small
               ;
            
             
               All
               Nations
               are
               his
               right
               .
            
          
           
             
               —
               72.2
               ,
               4
               ,
               6
               ,
               7
               ,
               11.
               
            
             
               With
               Justice
               shall
               he
               judge
               the
               Poor
               ,
            
             
               Set
               the
               Oppressed
               free
               .
            
             
               Like
               showrs
               of
               Rain
               to
               parched
               ground
            
             
               Shall
               his
               Dominion
               be
               .
            
             
               The
               Just
               shall
               flourish
               in
               his
               days
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               shall
               be
               at
               peace
               ,
            
             
               Until
               the
               very
               Moon
               decays
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               her
               Motions
               cease
               .
            
             
               Yea
               all
               the
               Kings
               and
               higher
               Pow'rs
            
             
               Shall
               kneel
               before
               his
               Throne
               .
            
             
               All
               Nations
               and
               their
               Governours
            
             
               Shall
               serve
               this
               King
               alone
               .
            
          
           
             
               18
               ,
               19.
               
            
             
               Praise
               ye
               the
               Lord
               of
               Hosts
               ,
               and
               sing
            
             
               To
               
               Israel's
               God
               each
               one
               ;
            
             
               For
               he
               doth
               every
               wond'rous
               thing
               ,
            
             
               Ev'n
               he
               himself
               alone
               .
            
             
             
               And
               blessed
               be
               his
               glorious
               Name
            
             
               All
               times
               eternally
               ;
            
             
               Let
               th'
               Earth
               be
               filled
               with
               his
               fame
               ;
            
             
               
                 Amen
                 ,
                 Amen
              
               ,
               say
               I.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               XLVII
               .
               Psal.
            
             89.1
             ,
             19.
             
          
           
             
               TH'
               Eternal
               Mercies
               of
               the
               Lord
            
             
               My
               Song
               shall
               still
               express
               ;
            
             
               My
               Mouth
               to
               Ages
               shall
               record
            
             
               Thy
               Truth
               and
               Faithfulness
               .
            
             
               For
               thou
               hast
               laid
               our
               Help
               upon
            
             
               A
               Prince
               of
               mighty
               Pow'r
               ;
            
             
               A
               chosen
               one
               thou
               hast
               advanc'd
            
             
               To
               be
               the
               Saviour
               .
            
          
           
             
               20
               ,
               21
               ,
               27
               ,
               28
               ,
               29.
               
            
             
               With
               sacred
               Oyl
               thou
               didst
               anoint
            
             
               David
               ,
               whom
               thou
               hadst
               found
               ;
            
             
               He
               's
               girt
               with
               strength
               for
               saving-work
               ,
            
             
               His
               Head
               with
               Glory
               crown'd
               .
            
             
               Mercies
               through
               him
               are
               kept
               for
               us
               ,
            
             
               And
               Promises
               are
               sure
               ;
            
             
               His
               Sacred
               Seed
               and
               Sov'reign
               Throne
            
             
               For
               ever
               shall
               endure
               .
            
          
           
             
               30
               ,
               31
               ,
               32
               ,
               33
               ,
               34.
               
            
             
               But
               if
               his
               Seed
               transgress
               the
               Laws
            
             
               And
               Statutes
               of
               their
               God
               ,
            
             
               Then
               wilt
               thou
               visit
               their
               offence
            
             
               With
               a
               correcting
               Rod.
            
             
               Yet
               with
               not
               quite
               withdraw
               thy
               Love
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               let
               thy
               Promise
               fade
               ;
            
             
               Thy
               Cov'nant
               thou
               wilt
               never
               break
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               change
               what
               thou
               hast
               said
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               35
               ,
               52.
               
            
             
               Having
               confirm'd
               it
               by
               an
               Oath
               ,
            
             
               A
               Sacred
               Oath
               ,
               and
               High
               ;
            
             
               Thy
               Faithful
               Ones
               are
               well
               assur'd
            
             
               Thou
               wilt
               not
               ,
               caust
               not
               lye
               .
            
             
               Blessed
               for
               ever
               be
               the
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               And
               blest
               be
               God
               agen
               ;
            
             
               And
               let
               the
               Church
               with
               one
               accord
            
             
               Resound
               
                 Amen
                 ,
                 Amen
              
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               XLVIII
               .
               Psal.
            
             110.1
             ,
             2
             ,
             3.
             
          
           
             
               JEhovah
               to
               my
               Lord
               thus
               spake
               ,
            
             
               Sit
               thou
               at
               my
               right
               hand
               ,
            
             
               Until
               I
               make
               thy
               baffled
               Foes
            
             
               Subject
               to
               thy
               command
               .
            
             
               God
               shall
               from
               Sion
               send
               that
               Rod
            
             
               In
               which
               thy
               strength
               appears
               ;
            
             
               Thy
               People
               in
               that
               day
               of
               Pow'r
            
             
               Shall
               all
               be
               Voluntiers
               .
            
          
           
             
               Mov'd
               with
               the
               Beauties
               of
               thy
               Church
            
             
               Young
               Converts
               then
               shall
               Come
               ,
            
             
               As
               num'rous
               as
               the
               Pearls
               of
               Dew
            
             
               That
               drop
               from
               Morning's
               womb
               .
            
          
           
             
               4
               ,
               5
               ,
               6
               ,
               7.
               
            
             
               The
               Lord
               a
               solemn
               Oath
               hath
               sworn
               ,
            
             
               Which
               he
               will
               never
               break
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               art
               an
               everlasting
               Priest
               ,
            
             
               As
               was
               Melchizedek
               .
            
             
               And
               being
               thus
               rais'd
               to
               his
               Throne
               ,
            
             
               Kings
               that
               his
               Reign
               oppose
            
             
               With
               all
               the
               adverse
               Heathen
               Pow'rs
            
             
               Shall
               perish
               as
               his
               Foes
               .
            
             
             
               Because
               he
               shall
               vouchsafe
               to
               taste
            
             
               The
               Brook
               that
               's
               in
               the
               way
               ;
            
             
               Thus
               shall
               the
               Lord
               lift
               up
               his
               head
            
             
               To
               triumph
               and
               bear
               sway
               .
            
          
           
             
               Rev.
               5.12
               ,
               9
               ,
               13.
               
            
             
               Therefore
               to
               thee
               ,
               O
               Lamb
               of
               God
               ,
            
             
               Riches
               and
               Pow'r
               belong
               ,
            
             
               Wisdom
               and
               Honour
               ,
               Glory
               ,
               Strength
               ,
            
             
               And
               ev'ry
               praising
               Song
               .
            
             
               Thou
               as
               our
               Sacrifice
               was
               slain
               ,
            
             
               And
               by
               thy
               precious
               Blood
               ,
            
             
               From
               ev'ry
               Tongue
               and
               Nation
               hast
            
             
               Redeem'd
               us
               unto
               God.
               
            
          
           
             
               Blessing
               and
               Honour
               ,
               Glory
               ,
               Pow'r
            
             
               From
               all
               in
               Earth
               and
               Heav'n
               ,
            
             
               To
               him
               that
               sits
               upon
               the
               Throne
               ,
            
             
               And
               to
               the
               Lamb
               be
               giv'n
               .
            
          
        
      
       
         
           Hymns
           for
           some
           particular
           occasions
           proper
           to
           be
           sung
           after
           Meals
           .
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               XLIX
               .
               Psal.
            
             104.24
             ,
             27
             ,
             28.
             
          
           
             
               HOW
               many
               are
               thy
               Works
               ,
               O
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               In
               Wisdom
               all
               compos'd
               ?
            
             
               The
               Earth
               by
               thee
               is
               richly
               stor'd
            
             
               With
               Treasures
               there
               inclos'd
               .
            
             
               On
               thee
               do
               all
               the
               Creatures
               wait
               ,
            
             
               And
               as
               Expectants
               stand
               ,
            
             
               To
               have
               their
               seasonable
               food
            
             
               From
               thy
               dispensing
               hand
               .
            
             
             
               That
               which
               thou
               giv'st
               as
               thou
               seest
               best
               ,
            
             
               They
               gather
               for
               their
               food
               ;
            
             
               Thy
               liberal
               hand
               thou
               openest
               ,
            
             
               And
               they
               are
               fill'd
               with
               good
               .
            
          
           
             
               14
               ,
               15.
               
            
             
               For
               Cattle
               thou
               mak'st
               Grass
               to
               spring
               ,
            
             
               And
               Herbs
               for
               Man's
               own
               use
               ;
            
             
               Convenient
               food
               for
               ev'ry
               thing
            
             
               Thou
               mak'st
               the
               Earth
               produce
               .
            
             
               To
               glad
               Man's
               heart
               ,
               the
               fruitful
               Soil
            
             
               Brings
               forth
               the
               Grape
               for
               Wine
               ,
            
             
               Heart-strength'ning
               Bread
               ,
               and
               precious
               Oyl
               ,
            
             
               Which
               makes
               his
               face
               to
               shine
               .
            
          
           
             
               —
               22.26
               .
               —
               103.22
               .
            
             
               The
               Meek
               shall
               eat
               and
               be
               suffic'd
               ,
            
             
               And
               those
               that
               do
               endeavour
            
             
               To
               know
               the
               Lord
               ,
               shall
               praise
               his
               Name
               ,
            
             
               Your
               hearts
               shall
               live
               for
               ever
               .
            
             
               O
               bless
               the
               Lord
               ye
               Works
               of
               his
            
             
               Wherewith
               the
               World
               is
               stor'd
               ,
            
             
               Where-ever
               his
               Dominion
               is
               ,
            
             
               My
               Soul
               ,
               bless
               thou
               the
               Lord.
               
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               L.
            
             [
             
               For
               the
               same
               occasion
            
             .
             ]
             Psal.
             145.1
             ,
             2
             ,
             9.
             
          
           
             
               THY
               Sacred
               Name
               I
               will
               advance
               ,
            
             
               My
               King
               and
               God
               of
               Love
               ;
            
             
               I
               'll
               bless
               thee
               now
               ,
               't
               will
               be
               my
               work
            
             
               Eternally
               above
               .
            
             
               The
               Lord
               is
               very
               good
               to
               all
               ,
            
             
               As
               we
               do
               daily
               find
               ,
            
             
             
               For
               all
               his
               works
               in
               ev'ry
               place
            
             
               Taste
               of
               his
               Mercies
               kind
               .
            
          
           
             
               10
               ,
               15
               ,
               16.
               
            
             
               Therefore
               from
               all
               thy
               works
               thou
               dost
            
             
               Tributes
               of
               praise
               receive
               ;
            
             
               But
               Saints
               much
               more
               with
               thankful
               hearts
            
             
               Their
               Adorations
               give
               .
            
             
               All
               Creatures
               do
               expect
               from
               thee
            
             
               Supplies
               of
               daily
               food
               ;
            
             
               Thine
               open-handed
               bounty
               fills
            
             
               All
               their
               desires
               with
               good
               .
            
          
           
             
               —
               111.5
               .
               —
               37.19
               .
            
             
               Chiefly
               to
               them
               that
               fear
               his
               Name
            
             
               He
               giveth
               meat
               good
               store
               ,
            
             
               Because
               he
               will
               be
               mindful
               of
            
             
               His
               Cov'nant
               evermore
               .
            
             
               They
               shall
               not
               blush
               in
               evil
               times
               ,
            
             
               Nor
               hang
               their
               drooping
               head
               ;
            
             
               When
               Famine
               reigns
               they
               shall
               not
               want
               ,
            
             
               But
               be
               suffic'd
               with
               Bread.
               
            
          
           
             
               —
               145.21.1
               .
            
             
               My
               thankful
               Mouth
               shall
               be
               employ'd
            
             
               God's
               praises
               to
               proclaim
               ;
            
             
               Let
               all
               the
               World
               adore
               his
               Pow'r
               ,
            
             
               And
               ever
               bless
               his
               Name
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             Hymn
             LI.
             [
             Proper
             to
             be
             sung
             at
             Family-Catechizing
             .
          
           
             
               Psal.
               34.11
               ,
               12
               ,
               13
               ,
               14.2
               Cor.
               13.11
               .
            
             
               COme
               Children
               ,
               with
               a
               willing
               heart
            
             
               Unto
               my
               words
               give
               ear
               ,
            
             
               I
               will
               instruct
               you
               what
               it
               is
            
             
               Th'
               Eternal
               God
               to
               fear
               .
            
             
               Who
               is
               the
               Man
               that
               would
               live
               long
            
             
               And
               lead
               a
               blessed
               Life
               ,
            
             
               See
               thou
               restrain
               thy
               hasty
               Tongue
            
             
               From
               all
               deceit
               and
               strife
               .
            
             
               Depart
               from
               evil
               and
               do
               good
               ,
            
             
               Seek
               peace
               ,
               and
               peace
               pursue
               ;
            
             
               Be
               of
               one
               mind
               ,
               and
               dwell
               in
               Love
               ,
            
             
               And
               God
               shall
               dwell
               with
               you
               .
            
          
           
             
               Psal.
               2.11
               .
               —
               119.9
               .
            
             
               See
               that
               ye
               do
               your selves
               employ
            
             
               In
               God's
               true
               Service
               here
               ;
            
             
               Mix
               trembling
               always
               with
               your
               joy
               ,
            
             
               And
               worship
               him
               in
               fear
               .
            
             
               For
               how
               shall
               Young
               men
               cleanse
               their
               way
               ,
            
             
               To
               walk
               before
               the
               Lord
               ?
            
             
               Surely
               by
               taking
               heed
               thereto
            
             
               According
               to
               his
               Word
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               second
               Part.
               Psal.
               90.16
               .
               —
               102.28
               .
            
             
               
                 Thy
                 great
                 and
                 blessed
                 work
                 ,
                 O
                 God
                 ,
              
               
                 Unto
                 thy
                 Servants
                 show
                 ,
              
               
               
                 And
                 let
                 their
                 tender
                 Children
                 too
              
               
                 Thy
                 Grace
                 and
                 Glory
                 know
                 .
              
               
                 So
                 shall
                 thy
                 joyful
                 Servants
                 Race
              
               
                 In
                 happy
                 state
                 remain
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 the
                 blest
                 Issue
                 of
                 their
                 Loins
              
               
                 Thy
                 Favour
                 shall
                 sustain
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 —
                 22.30
                 ,
                 31.
                 
              
               
                 And
                 thus
                 a
                 Seed
                 shall
                 serve
                 the
                 Lord
              
               
                 Accounted
                 and
                 foreknown
                 ,
              
               
                 A
                 Generation
                 of
                 the
                 Lord's
              
               
                 Which
                 he
                 himself
                 doth
                 own
                 .
              
               
                 They
                 shall
                 arise
                 with
                 Joy
                 to
                 tell
              
               
                 His
                 Righteousness
                 to
                 those
              
               
                 Who
                 shall
                 be
                 born
                 when
                 we
                 are
                 gone
              
               
                 That
                 God
                 did
                 thus
                 dispose
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 89.29
                 .
              
               
                 And
                 so
                 shall
                 
                 David's
                 spiritual
                 Seed
              
               
                 Be
                 made
                 to
                 last
                 always
                 :
              
               
                 And
                 his
                 Establish'd
                 Throne
                 abide
              
               
                 As
                 Heav'ns
                 Eternal
                 days
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               LII
            
             .
             [
             
               Proper
               to
               be
               sung
               when
               a
               Child
               is
               born
               into
               the
               Family
               .
            
             ]
          
           
             
               Psal.
               128.1
               ,
               2
               ,
               3.
               
            
             
               BLest
               is
               the
               Man
               who
               fears
               the
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               And
               therefore
               him
               obeys
               ,
            
             
               That
               keeps
               his
               feet
               within
               the
               Paths
            
             
               Of
               his
               prescribed
               ways
               .
            
             
               Thou
               shalt
               with
               pleasure
               eat
               the
               sweet
            
             
               Of
               what
               thy
               pains
               have
               got
               ;
            
             
             
               Prosperity
               shall
               gild
               thy
               days
               ,
            
             
               And
               crown
               thy
               happy
               Lot.
            
             
               Thy
               Wife
               shall
               like
               the
               spreading
               Vines
            
             
               With
               choicest
               fruit
               abound
               ;
            
             
               Thy
               Children
               like
               green
               Olive
               Plants
            
             
               Adorn
               thy
               Table
               round
               .
            
          
           
             
               —
               127.3
               ,
               4
               ,
               5.
               
            
             
               For
               Children
               are
               an
               Heritage
            
             
               Which
               from
               the
               Lord
               doth
               come
               ;
            
             
               And
               his
               Reward
               by
               Marriage
            
             
               Is
               ev'ry
               fruitful
               Womb.
            
             
               As
               Arrows
               fitted
               to
               the
               Bow
            
             
               Are
               in
               a
               strong
               Man's
               hand
               ;
            
             
               So
               Children
               of
               the
               growing
               youth
            
             
               Their
               Parents
               Glory
               stand
               .
            
             
               That
               Man
               enjoys
               a
               happy
               state
            
             
               Whose
               Quiver's
               thus
               supply'd
               ;
            
             
               He
               needs
               not
               fear
               when'ere
               his
               Cause
            
             
               Shall
               in
               the
               Gate
               be
               try'd
               .
            
          
           
             
               —
               107.41
               .
               —
               113.9
               .
            
             
               Thus
               God
               the
               Poor
               doth
               set
               on
               high
               ,
            
             
               And
               from
               all
               harm
               doth
               keep
               ,
            
             
               And
               multiplies
               his
               Family
            
             
               Like
               to
               a
               Flock
               of
               Sheep
               .
            
             
               The
               solitary
               Wife
               he
               makes
            
             
               A
               House-keeper
               well-stor'd
               ,
            
             
               With
               Joy
               to
               breed
               her
               faithful
               Seed
               ;
            
             
               Wherefore
               praise
               ye
               the
               Lord.
               
            
          
        
         
           
           
             
               Hymn
               LIII
            
             .
             [
             
               Proper
               to
               be
               sung
               when
               Death
               is
               in
               the
               Family
               ,
               or
               in
               the
               Family
               of
               any
               Neighbour
               or
               Relation
               .
            
             ]
          
           
             
               Psal.
               102.11
               .
               —
               103.16
               .
            
             
               THE
               days
               wherein
               my
               Life
               doth
               pass
            
             
               Are
               like
               the
               Ev'ning
               shade
               ;
            
             
               And
               I
               am
               like
               the
               with'ring
               Grass
            
             
               Which
               suddenly
               doth
               fade
               :
            
             
               For
               it
               is
               gone
               and
               quickly
               too
               ,
            
             
               When
               some
               bleak
               Wind
               goes
               o're
               ,
            
             
               And
               then
               the
               place
               whereon
               it
               grew
            
             
               Shall
               never
               know
               it
               more
               .
            
          
           
             
               —
               39.4
               ,
               5
               ,
               6.
               
            
             
               Lord
               ,
               make
               me
               understand
               my
               End
            
             
               And
               Days
               uncertain
               Date
               ,
            
             
               That
               I
               may
               clearly
               apprehend
            
             
               The
               frailty
               of
               my
               State.
            
             
               Behold
               thou
               hast
               my
               days
               reduc'd
            
             
               Unto
               a
               narrow
               span
               ;
            
             
               Mine
               Age
               to
               thine
               as
               nothing
               is
               ,
            
             
               Vain
               at
               the
               best
               is
               Man.
            
             
               The
               Worldling
               walks
               in
               a
               vain
               show
               ,
            
             
               Vexeth
               and
               toils
               in
               vain
               ;
            
             
               He
               heaps
               up
               Wealth
               ,
               but
               doth
               not
               know
            
             
               To
               whom
               it
               will
               remain
               .
            
          
           
             
               The
               second
               Part.
               
            
             
               
                 7
                 ,
                 8.
                 
              
               
                 And
                 now
                 ,
                 O
                 Lord
                 ,
                 what
                 wait
                 I
                 for
                 ,
              
               
                 What
                 are
                 these
                 Hopes
                 at
                 best
                 ?
              
               
               
                 My
                 Hopes
                 in
                 thee
                 ,
                 Lord
                 ,
                 only
                 are
                 ,
              
               
                 On
                 thee
                 my
                 Soul
                 doth
                 rest
                 .
              
               
                 Break
                 thou
                 these
                 Cords
                 of
                 Sin
                 and
                 Guilt
                 ,
              
               
                 Wherewith
                 my
                 Soul
                 is
                 ty'd
                 ;
              
               
                 Let
                 me
                 not
                 be
                 the
                 scorn
                 of
                 Fools
                 ,
              
               
                 That
                 Piety
                 deride
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 9
                 ,
                 11.
                 
              
               
                 When
                 thou
                 my
                 comforts
                 didst
                 remove
              
               
                 I
                 spake
                 not
                 but
                 was
                 dumb
                 ,
              
               
                 Because
                 I
                 knew
                 my
                 suff'rings
                 ,
                 Lord
                 ,
              
               
                 From
                 thy
                 good
                 hand
                 did
                 come
                 .
              
               
                 When
                 thou
                 for
                 sin
                 dost
                 Man
                 correct
                 ,
              
               
                 His
                 Beauties
                 fade
                 and
                 dye
              
               
                 Like
                 Garments
                 fretted
                 by
                 the
                 Moth
                 ;
              
               
                 Sure
                 all
                 are
                 vanity
                 .
              
            
             
               
                 12
                 ,
                 13.
                 
              
               
                 My
                 mournful
                 state
                 ,
                 O
                 Lord
                 ,
                 regard
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 to
                 my
                 Cry
                 give
                 Ear
                 ;
              
               
                 I
                 am
                 a
                 stranger
                 here
                 on
                 Earth
              
               
                 As
                 all
                 my
                 Fathers
                 were
                 .
              
               
                 O
                 spare
                 me
                 ,
                 Lord
                 ,
                 and
                 give
                 me
                 space
                 ,
              
               
                 My
                 strength
                 and
                 peace
                 restore
                 ,
              
               
                 Before
                 I
                 go
                 away
                 from
                 hence
                 ,
              
               
                 And
                 shall
                 be
                 seen
                 no
                 more
                 .
              
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               LIV.
            
             [
             For
             the
             like
             occasion
             .
             ]
          
           
             
               Psal.
               90.1
               ,
               2
               ,
               3
               ,
               4.
               
            
             
               LORD
               thou
               hast
               been
               in
               Changes
               past
            
             
               Our
               Refuge
               and
               Abode
               ,
            
             
               From
               Age
               to
               Age
               ,
               beyond
               all
               Time
               ,
            
             
               Thou
               art
               Eternal
               God.
            
             
             
               When
               thou
               recallest
               Man
               to
               dust
               ,
            
             
               He
               can
               no
               longer
               stay
               ,
            
             
               A
               thousand
               years
               are
               in
               thy
               sight
            
             
               Past
               off
               as
               yesterday
               .
            
          
           
             
               5
               ,
               9.
               
            
             
               Swept
               with
               a
               hasty
               torrent
               hence
            
             
               Like
               a
               vain
               dream
               we
               pass
               ,
            
             
               Spring
               up
               ,
               and
               grow
               ,
               and
               wither
               soon
            
             
               As
               doth
               the
               short-liv'd
               Grass
               .
            
             
               For
               in
               thy
               wrath
               our
               sinful
               days
            
             
               To
               a
               swift
               Period
               tend
               .
            
             
               Our
               years
               ,
               by
               us
               unheeded
               ,
               like
            
             
               An
               idle
               Story
               end
               .
            
          
           
             
               10
               ,
               12
               ,
               14.
               
            
             
               Our
               Age
               to
               seventy
               years
               is
               set
               ,
            
             
               Or
               if
               we
               do
               arrive
            
             
               To
               fourscore
               years
               ,
               it
               's
               all
               but
               grief
               ,
            
             
               We
               rather
               dye
               than
               live
               .
            
             
               Lord
               ,
               teach
               us
               this
               Religious
               Art
            
             
               Of
               numbring
               out
               our
               days
               ,
            
             
               That
               so
               we
               may
               apply
               our
               heart
            
             
               To
               sacred
               Wisdom's
               ways
               .
            
             
               O
               fill
               us
               early
               with
               thy
               Grace
               ,
            
             
               That
               so
               we
               may
               rejoyce
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               our
               days
               ,
               to
               the
               last
               breath
               ,
            
             
               Triumph
               in
               heart
               and
               voice
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               LV.
            
             [
             
               Petition
               for
               the
               Church
               of
               God
               ,
               and
               for
               the
               Nation
               .
            
             ]
          
           
             
               Psal.
               74.12
               .
               —
               44.4
               .
               —
               7.9
               .
            
             
               LORD
               ,
               thou
               art
               
               Isr'el's
               King
               of
               old
               ,
            
             
               That
               hast
               Salvation
               brought
               ;
            
             
             
               Command
               thou
               that
               Deliv'rance
               now
               ,
            
             
               For.
               Jacob
               may
               be
               wrought
               .
            
             
               Let
               Sinners
               sin
               come
               to
               an
               end
               ,
            
             
               But
               stablish
               stedfastly
            
             
               The
               righteous
               men
               ,
               O
               righteous
               God
               ,
            
             
               That
               Heart
               and
               Reins
               dost
               try
               .
            
          
           
             
               —
               85.9
               .
               —
               80.3
               .
            
             
               Let
               thy
               Salvation
               be
               at
               hand
            
             
               To
               those
               that
               do
               thee
               fear
               ,
            
             
               That
               Glory
               may
               adorn
               our
               Land
               ,
            
             
               And
               be
               a
               Dweller
               there
               .
            
             
               Turn
               us
               ,
               O
               God
               ,
               to
               thee
               again
               ,
            
             
               For
               we
               too
               long
               have
               swerv'd
               ;
            
             
               Cause
               thou
               thy
               face
               on
               us
               to
               shine
               ,
            
             
               And
               we
               shall
               be
               preserv'd
               .
            
          
           
             
               —
               126.4
               ,
               5
               ,
               6.
               
            
             
               Thy
               Captiv'd
               Churches
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               restore
            
             
               As
               Streams
               in
               Southern
               parts
               ;
            
             
               For
               they
               that
               sow
               in
               tears
               are
               sure
            
             
               To
               reap
               with
               joyful
               hearts
               .
            
             
               He
               that
               his
               precious
               Seed
               bears
               out
               ,
            
             
               And
               tears
               behind
               him
               leaves
               ,
            
             
               Shall
               come
               again
               with
               joy
               ,
               no
               doubt
               ,
            
             
               And
               with
               him
               bring
               his
               sheaves
               .
            
          
           
             
               —
               14.6
               .
            
             
               O
               that
               the
               sweet
               Salvation
               then
            
             
               Which
               Isr'el
               waits
               for
               still
               ,
            
             
               Were
               fully
               come
               to
               all
               good
               men
               ,
            
             
               From
               out
               of
               Sion
               Hill.
            
             
               When
               God
               his
               People's
               Bondage
               turns
            
             
               That
               Freedom
               once
               is
               had
               ,
            
             
               Then
               Jacob
               shall
               rejoyce
               that
               mourns
               ,
            
             
               And
               Isr'el
               shall
               be
               glad
               .
            
          
        
         
           
           
             
               Hymn
               LVI
               .
               Psal.
            
             133.
             
             [
             
               To
               be
               often
               sung
               in
               Families
               .
            
             ]
          
           
             
               O
               Happy
               Families
               on
               Earth
            
             
               Resembling
               that
               above
               ,
            
             
               Where
               Brethren
               peacefully
               unite
            
             
               In
               sweet
               Accord
               and
               Love.
            
             
               'T
               is
               like
               the
               precious
               Ointment
               pour'd
            
             
               On
               
               Aaron's
               sacred
               Head
               ,
            
             
               Which
               down
               his
               Face
               and
               Garments
               rich
            
             
               Its
               fragrant
               Odors
               spread
               .
            
             
               'T
               is
               as
               the
               Dew
               which
               melting
               Clouds
            
             
               On
               
               Hermon's
               top
               distill
               ,
            
             
               Or
               fruitful
               Showres
               which
               Heav'ns
               let
               fall
            
             
               On
               
               Sion's
               Holy
               Hill.
            
             
               For
               there
               the
               God
               of
               Love
               commands
            
             
               And
               pours
               out
               blessings
               store
               ,
            
             
               The
               Comforts
               of
               this
               present
               Life
               ,
            
             
               And
               Life
               for
               evermore
               .
            
          
        
      
       
         
           Four
           Hymns
           of
           Praise
           to
           be
           sung
           in
           the
           Tune
           of
           the
           
           100th
           Psalm
           .
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               LVII
               .
               Psal.
            
             9.1
             ,
             7
             ,
             8.
             
          
           
             
               WIth
               my
               whole
               heart
               I
               'll
               bless
               thee
               ,
               Lord
               ,
            
             
               And
               all
               thy
               mighty
               works
               proclaim
               ,
            
             
               My
               Joy
               in
               thee
               shall
               fill
               my
               Soul
               ,
            
             
               Whilst
               I
               sing
               praises
               to
               thy
               Name
               .
            
             
               Th'
               Almighty
               Ever-living
               God
            
             
               Hath
               fixt
               his
               Throne
               in
               Heav'nly
               Light
               ,
            
             
             
               When
               He
               appears
               to
               Judge
               the
               World
               ,
            
             
               His
               Sentence
               will
               be
               just
               and
               right
               .
            
          
           
             
               10
               ,
               11
               ,
               14.
               
            
             
               All
               those
               that
               know
               thy
               faithful
               Name
            
             
               Their
               Hope
               and
               Trust
               in
               thee
               will
               place
               ;
            
             
               For
               never
               didst
               thou
               ,
               Lord
               ,
               forsake
            
             
               Any
               that
               duly
               sought
               thy
               Face
               .
            
             
               Sing
               Praises
               to
               the
               Holy
               One
               ,
            
             
               Who
               said
               he
               would
               in
               Sion
               dwell
               ;
            
             
               Therefore
               in
               
               Sian's
               Daughter's
               Gates
            
             
               With
               Joy
               his
               great
               Salvation
               tell
               .
            
          
           
             
               —
               130.7
               ,
               8.
               
            
             
               Let
               us
               depend
               on
               God
               alone
               ,
            
             
               Because
               with
               him
               rich
               Mercy
               is
               ,
            
             
               And
               full
               Redemption
               from
               all
               sin
            
             
               He
               gives
               with
               plent'ous
               Grace
               to
               his
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               LVIII
               .
               Psal.
            
             45.2
             ,
             3
             ,
             4.
             
          
           
             
               O
               Glorious
               King
               ,
               thy
               Form
               Divine
            
             
               All
               Earthly
               Beauties
               doth
               out-shine
               ;
            
             
               Into
               thy
               Lips
               all
               Grace
               is
               pour'd
               ,
            
             
               On
               thee
               Eternal
               Blessings
               show'rd
               .
            
             
               Gird
               on
               thy
               Sword
               ,
               and
               in
               thy
               Might
            
             
               For
               wronged
               Truth
               and
               Justice
               fight
               ,
            
             
               That
               all
               the
               World
               may
               understand
            
             
               The
               Terror
               of
               thy
               Conqu'ring
               Hand
               .
            
          
           
             
               6
               ,
               7.
               
            
             
               Thy
               Throne
               ,
               O
               God
               ,
               doth
               still
               endure
            
             
               Thy
               Sceptre
               is
               most
               just
               and
               pure
               .
            
             
               That
               which
               is
               right
               thou
               lovest
               best
               ,
            
             
               But
               wickedness
               thou
               dost
               detest
               .
            
             
             
               And
               therefore
               God
               thy
               God
               hath
               shed
            
             
               Such
               Oyl
               of
               Gladness
               on
               thy
               Head
               ,
            
             
               As
               hath
               preferr'd
               thee
               far
               before
            
             
               The
               Highest
               Angels
               evermore
               .
            
          
           
             
               9
               ,
               11
               ,
               13
               ,
               17.
               
            
             
               The
               Queen
               and
               her
               Attendants
               stand
            
             
               To
               worship
               thee
               ,
               at
               thy
               right
               Hand
               .
            
             
               Her
               Clothing
               of
               wrought
               Gold
               is
               seen
               ,
            
             
               But
               all
               her
               Glory
               is
               within
               .
            
             
               In
               all
               succeeding
               Times
               thy
               Name
            
             
               Shall
               be
               preserv'd
               with
               lasting
               Fame
               :
            
             
               Whilst
               thy
               glad
               Followers
               shall
               crown
            
             
               With
               endless
               Praise
               thy
               High
               Renown
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               LIX
               .
               Psal.
            
             46.
             1
             ,
             2.
             
          
           
             
               GOD
               is
               our
               Refuge
               and
               Defence
               ,
            
             
               Our
               Hope
               is
               in
               his
               Providence
               ,
            
             
               Which
               still
               affords
               a
               present
               Aid
               ,
            
             
               When
               greatest
               Troubles
               do
               invade
               .
            
             
               Therefore
               we
               shall
               not
               need
               to
               fear
               ,
            
             
               No
               ,
               though
               the
               Earth
               removed
               were
               .
            
             
               Or
               though
               the
               Hills
               and
               Mountains
               steep
            
             
               Lay
               bury'd
               in
               the
               angry
               Deep
               .
            
          
           
             
               3
               ,
               4
               ,
               5.
               
            
             
               Although
               the
               raging
               Waters
               make
            
             
               The
               Mountains
               with
               their
               swelling
               shake
               ,
            
             
               Yet
               calmer
               Rivers
               do
               embrace
            
             
               God's
               City
               ,
               his
               fair
               Dwelling-place
               .
            
             
               Whose
               Tabernacles
               by
               his
               Love
            
             
               Are
               kept
               that
               they
               can
               never
               move
               ;
            
             
               For
               he
               ,
               in
               times
               of
               great
               distress
            
             
               His
               early
               succour
               will
               address
               .
            
          
           
             
             
               6
               ,
               7
               ,
               9
               ,
               10
               ,
               11.
               
            
             
               The
               threatning
               Tempest
               he
               allays
               ,
            
             
               And
               is
               his
               People's
               strength
               and
               praise
               .
            
             
               He
               maketh
               Strife
               and
               Wars
               to
               cease
               ,
            
             
               And
               crowns
               the
               trembling
               Earth
               with
               Peace
               .
            
             
               This
               is
               our
               God
               ,
               whose
               awful
               sway
            
             
               Both
               Heav'n
               and
               Earth
               must
               still
               obey
               .
            
             
               The
               Lord
               of
               Hosts
               is
               with
               his
               own
               ,
            
             
               And
               
               Jacob's
               God
               their
               Refuge
               known
               .
            
          
        
         
           
             
               Hymn
               LX.
               Psal.
            
             93.1
             ,
             2.
             
          
           
             
               THE
               Lord
               doth
               Reign
               ,
               and
               like
               a
               King
               ,
            
             
               Puts
               on
               his
               Robes
               of
               Glorious
               Light
               :
            
             
               Tremble
               thou
               Earth
               ,
               when
               he
               appears
            
             
               Clothed
               and
               girt
               with
               boundless
               Might
               .
            
          
           
             
               2.
               
            
             
               Under
               his
               Rule
               th'unquiet
               World
            
             
               Will
               gain
               Establishment
               and
               Peace
               ;
            
             
               Of
               old
               his
               Empire
               did
               begin
               ,
            
             
               And
               ,
               like
               himself
               ,
               shall
               never
               cease
               .
            
          
           
             
               3.
               
            
             
               In
               vain
               the
               World
               's
               Rebellious
               Pow'rs
            
             
               In
               tumults
               and
               commotions
               rise
               ,
            
             
               Like
               the
               enraged
               Floods
               that
               swell
            
             
               And
               bid
               defiance
               to
               the
               Skies
               .
            
          
           
             
               4.
               
            
             
               The
               Lord
               on
               high
               is
               mightier
               far
            
             
               Than
               all
               this
               loud
               and
               threatning
               Noise
               ;
            
             
               And
               the
               proud
               Sea's
               unruly
               VVaves
            
             
               Are
               still'd
               by
               his
               commanding
               Voice
               .
            
          
           
             
               5.
               
            
             
               Lord
               ,
               as
               thy
               Pow'r
               can
               never
               fail
               ,
            
             
               So
               all
               thy
               Promises
               are
               sure
               .
            
             
               'T
               is
               thy
               Perfection
               to
               be
               true
               ,
            
             
               And
               theirs
               that
               serve
               thee
               to
               be
               pure
               .
            
          
           
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           agreeable
           to
           the
           Text
           than
           any
           heretofore
           .
        
         
           Of
           Free
           Justification
           by
           Christ.
           Written
           first
           in
           Latine
           by
           
             John
             Fox
          
           ,
           Author
           of
           the
           Book
           of
           Martyrs
           ,
           against
           Osorius
           ,
           &c.
           
           And
           now
           Translated
           into
           English
           ,
           for
           the
           benefit
           of
           those
           who
           love
           their
           own
           Souls
           ,
           and
           would
           not
           be
           mistaken
           in
           so
           great
           a
           Point
           .
        
         
           An
           Earnest
           Call
           to
           Family-Religion
           :
           Or
           a
           Discourse
           concerning
           Family-Worship
           .
           Being
           the
           substance
           of
           Eighteen
           Sermons
           .
           Preached
           by
           
             Samuel
             Slater
             ,
             A.
             M.
          
           Minister
           of
           the
           Gospel
           .
        
         
         
           The
           Preaching
           of
           Christ
           ;
           and
           the
           Prison
           of
           God
           ,
           as
           the
           certain
           Portion
           of
           them
           that
           reject
           Christ's
           Word
           .
           Opened
           in
           several
           Sermons
           on
           I
           Pet.
           3.
           19.
           
           By
           
             Samuel
             Tomlyns
             ,
             M.
             A.
          
           and
           Minister
           of
           the
           Gospel
           of
           Christ
           in
           Marleborough
           .
        
         
           Ornaments
           for
           the
           Daughters
           of
           Zion
           :
           Or
           the
           Character
           and
           Happiness
           of
           a
           Virtuous
           Woman
           ;
           in
           a
           Discourse
           which
           directs
           the
           Female
           Sex
           how
           to
           express
           
             the
             Fear
             of
             God
          
           in
           every
           Age
           and
           State
           of
           their
           Life
           ;
           and
           obtain
           both
           Temporal
           and
           Eternal
           Blessedness
           .
           Written
           by
           
             Cotton
             Mather
          
           .
        
         
           The
           Confirming
           Work
           of
           Religion
           ,
           and
           its
           great
           things
           made
           plain
           by
           their
           primary
           Evidences
           and
           Demonstrations
           ;
           whereby
           the
           meanest
           in
           the
           Church
           may
           soon
           be
           made
           able
           to
           render
           a
           rational
           account
           of
           their
           Faith.
           
        
         
           The
           Present
           Aspect
           of
           our
           Times
           ,
           and
           of
           the
           Extraordinary
           Conjunction
           of
           things
           therein
           ;
           in
           a
           rational
           View
           and
           Prospect
           of
           the
           same
           ,
           as
           it
           respects
           the
           publick
           hazard
           and
           safety
           of
           Brittain
           in
           this
           day
           .
           These
           two
           last
           by
           
             Robert
             Fleming
          
           ,
           Author
           of
           the
           fulfilling
           of
           the
           Scriptures
           ,
           and
           Minister
           at
           Rotterdam
           .
        
         
           
           England's
           Alarm
           :
           Being
           an
           account
           of
           God's
           most
           considerable
           Dispensations
           of
           Judgment
           and
           Mercy
           towards
           these
           Kingdoms
           ,
           for
           fourteen
           years
           last
           past
           ;
           and
           also
           of
           the
           several
           sorts
           of
           Sins
           and
           Sinners
           therein
           ;
           especially
           the
           Murmurers
           against
           this
           Present
           Government
           .
           With
           an
           Earnest
           
           Call
           to
           speedy
           Humiliation
           and
           Reformation
           ,
           and
           Supplication
           ,
           as
           the
           chief
           means
           of
           prospering
           their
           Majesties
           Councels
           and
           Preparations
           .
           Dedicated
           to
           the
           King
           and
           Queen
           .
        
         
           A
           Family
           Altar
           Erected
           to
           the
           honour
           of
           the
           Eternal
           God
           :
           Or
           ,
           a
           solemn
           Essay
           to
           promote
           the
           Worship
           of
           God
           in
           Private
           Houses
           :
           Being
           some
           Meditations
           on
           Gen.
           3.
           5
           ,
           2
           ,
           3.
           
           With
           the
           Best
           Entail
           ,
           or
           Dying
           Parents
           Living
           Hopes
           for
           their
           Surviving
           Children
           ,
           grounded
           upon
           the
           Covenant
           of
           God's
           Grace
           with
           Believers
           and
           their
           Seed
           .
           Being
           a
           short
           Discourse
           on
           2
           Sam.
           23.
           5.
           
           By
           
             Oliver
             Heywood
          
           Minister
           of
           the
           Gospel
           .
        
         
           The
           Gospel
           Mystery
           of
           Sanctification
           opened
           in
           sundry
           practical
           Directions
           ,
           suited
           especially
           to
           the
           Case
           of
           those
           who
           labour
           under
           the
           guilt
           and
           power
           of
           In-dwelling
           Sin.
           To
           which
           is
           added
           a
           Sermon
           of
           Justification
           .
           By
           
             Walter
             Marshall
          
           Minister
           of
           the
           Gospel
           ,
           &c.
           
        
         
           Death
           improved
           ,
           and
           immoderate
           Sorrow
           for
           Deceased
           Friends
           and
           Relations
           reproved
           .
           Wherein
           you
           have
           many
           Arguments
           against
           Immoderate
           Sorrow
           ,
           and
           many
           profitable
           Lessons
           which
           we
           may
           learn
           from
           such
           Providences
           .
           By
           
             E.
             Bury
          
           ,
           formerly
           Minister
           of
           great
           Bolas
           in
           Shropshire
           ,
           Author
           of
           the
           Help
           to
           Holy
           Walking
           ,
           and
           the
           Husbandman's
           Companion
           ,
           &c.
           
        
         
           The
           Poor
           Man's
           Help
           ,
           and
           Young
           Man's
           Guide
           :
           Containing
           ,
           1.
           
           Doctrinal
           Instructions
           for
           the
           right
           informing
           of
           his
           Judgment
           .
           2.
           
           Practical
           Directions
           for
           the
           general
           course
           of
           his
           Life
           .
           3.
           
           Particular
           Advices
           for
           the
           well
           
           managing
           of
           every
           day
           with
           reference
           to
           his
           Natural
           Actions
           ;
           Civil
           Employments
           ,
           Necessary
           Recreations
           ,
           Religious
           Duties
           ,
           particularly
           Prayer
           ,
           Publick
           in
           the
           Congregation
           ,
           Private
           in
           the
           Family
           ,
           Secret
           in
           the
           Closet
           ,
           Reading
           the
           Holy
           Scriptures
           ,
           Hearing
           the
           Word
           Preached
           ,
           and
           Receiving
           the
           Lord's
           Supper
           .
           By
           
             William
             Burkitt
          
           ,
           M.
           A.
           of
           Pembrook-Hall
           in
           Cambridge
           ,
           and
           now
           Vicar
           of
           Dedham
           in
           Essex
           ,
           and
           Author
           of
           the
           Practical
           Discourse
           of
           Infant
           Baptism
           .
        
         
           A
           plain
           Discourse
           about
           rash
           and
           sinful
           Anger
           ;
           as
           a
           help
           for
           such
           as
           are
           willing
           to
           be
           relieved
           against
           so
           sad
           and
           too
           generally
           prevailing
           a
           Distemper
           even
           amongst
           Professors
           of
           Religion
           ;
           being
           the
           substance
           of
           some
           Sermons
           Preached
           at
           Manchester
           .
           By
           
             Hen.
             New-come
          
           ,
           M.
           A.
           and
           Minister
           of
           the
           Gospel
           there
           ,
           and
           Author
           of
           the
           Improvement
           of
           Sickness
           .
        
         
           The
           Rod
           or
           the
           Sword
           ,
           the
           present
           Dilemma
           of
           the
           Nations
           of
           
             England
             ,
             Scotland
          
           and
           Ireland
           ,
           considered
           ,
           argued
           and
           improved
           on
           Ezek.
           21.
           14.
           
           By
           a
           true
           Friend
           to
           the
           Protestant
           Interest
           ,
           and
           the
           Present
           Government
           .
        
         
           A
           Present
           for
           such
           as
           have
           been
           Sick
           and
           are
           recovered
           :
           Or
           ,
           a
           Discourse
           concerning
           the
           Good
           that
           comes
           out
           of
           the
           Evil
           of
           Affliction
           :
           Being
           several
           Sermons
           Preached
           after
           his
           being
           raised
           from
           a
           Bed
           of
           Languishing
           .
           
             By
             Nathaniel
             Vincent
          
           ,
           M.
           A.
           and
           Author
           of
           the
           Conversion
           of
           the
           Soul.
           The
           true
           Touchstone
           of
           Grace
           and
           Nature
           .
           Discourse
           of
           Conscience
           .
           Treatise
           of
           Prayer
           and
           Love
           ,
           &c.
           
        
         
           Some
           passages
           in
           the
           Holy
           Life
           and
           Death
           
           of
           the
           Late
           Reverend
           Mr.
           
             Edmund
             Trench
          
           ,
           most
           of
           them
           drawn
           out
           of
           his
           own
           Diary
           .
           Published
           by
           
             Joseph
             Boyse
          
           Minister
           in
           Dublin
           .
        
         
           Advice
           to
           an
           Only
           Child
           ,
           or
           Excellent
           Counsel
           to
           all
           Young
           Persons
           ,
           containing
           the
           sum
           and
           substance
           of
           Experimental
           and
           Practical
           Divinity
           .
           Written
           by
           an
           Eminent
           and
           Judicious
           Divine
           ,
           for
           the
           private
           use
           of
           an
           Only
           Child
           .
           Now
           made
           publick
           for
           the
           benefit
           of
           all
           .
        
         
           An
           Account
           of
           the
           Blessed
           Trinity
           ,
           argued
           from
           the
           Nature
           and
           Perfection
           of
           the
           Supream
           Spirit
           ,
           coincident
           with
           the
           Scripture
           Doctrine
           ,
           in
           all
           the
           Articles
           of
           the
           Catholick
           Creeds
           ;
           Together
           with
           its
           Mystical
           ,
           Foederal
           ,
           and
           Practical
           Uses
           in
           the
           Christian
           Religion
           .
           By
           
             William
             Burrough
          
           Rector
           of
           Cheyns
           in
           Bucks
           .
        
         
           A
           Discourse
           of
           Justification
           ,
           being
           the
           sum
           of
           Twenty
           Sermons
           .
           By
           
             Walter
             Cross
          
           ,
           M.
           A.
           
        
         
           Practical
           Discourses
           on
           Sickness
           ,
           and
           Recovery
           .
        
         
           A
           Discourse
           concerning
           Trouble
           of
           Mind
           ,
           in
           three
           Parts
           .
           By
           
             Tim.
             Rogers
          
           ,
           M.
           A.
           Also
           a
           Treatise
           of
           Consolation
           ,
           by
           the
           same
           Author
           .
        
         
           FINIS
           .