.* ■ ma&y-m % ■ FROM THE LIBRARY OF REV. LOUIS FITZGERALD BENSON, D. D. ! i BEQUEATHED BY HIM TO THE LIBRARY OF PRINCETON THEOLOGICAL SEMINARY Section n EXPORT BOOKSELLERS 32. GAY STREET. /s// COLLE PSALMS and HYMNS, VARIOUS AUTHOR S? Chiefly designed ] ■OR Public Worship. FOURTH EDITION. Carlisle : Printed by B. Scott, in the Market-PIace. 1811. COLLECTION, &c. Introductory to Public Worship. 1 Lord ! when we bend before thy throne And our Confessions pour, Teach us to feel the sins we own, And hate what we deplore. 2 Our broken spirits, pitying, see, And penitence impart — Then let a kindling glance from thee Beam Hope upon the heart. 3 When our responsive tongues essay Their gratciui Hymns to raiser Grant that >ur souls may join the lay, And mount to thee in praise. 4 Then on thy glories while we dwell, Thy mercies we'll reyjuew, Tiil Lov e divine transported tell Our God's our Father too 3 When we disclose our wants in Prayr7 May we our wills resign ! And not a thought our bosom share3 That is not wholly thine, a2 i INTRODUCTORY. 6 Let Faith each meek petition fill, And waft it to the skies, And teach our hearts *tis goodness still That grants it or denies. 2. 1 With one consent let all the earth To God their cheerful voices raise ; Glad homage pay with awful mirth, And sing before him songs of praise. 2 Convinc'd that he is God alone, From whom both we and all proceed ; We, whom he chooses for his own, The flock that he vouchsafes to feed. 3 O enter then his temple gate, Thence to his courts devoutly press, And still your grateful hymns repeat, And still his name with praises bless. 4 For he's the Lord, supremely good, His mercy is for ever sure ; His truth, which always firmly stood, To endless ages shall endure. S. 1 Lord of the Sabbath, hear our vows, On this thy day, in this thv house; And own, as grateful sacrifice, The songs which from the desert rise. INTRODUCTORY. 5 2 Thine earthly sabbaths, Lord, we love, But there's a nobler rest above ; To that our lab'ring souls aspire With ardent pangs of strong desire. 3 No more fatigue, no more distress; Nor sin, nor hell shall reach the place; No groans to mingle with the songs, Which warble'from immortal tongues. 4 No rude alarms' of raging foes ; No cares to brtak the long repose ; No midnight shade, no clouded sun, £ut sacred, high, eternal noon. 5 O long expected day, begin ; Dawn on these realms of woe and sin; Fain would we leave this weary road, And sieep in death to rest with God. 4. 1 Lord of hosts, how lovely fair E'en on earth thy temples are 1 Here thy waiting people see Much of heav'n and much ot thee. 2 From thy gracious presence flows Bliss that softens ali our woes j While thy Spirit's holy fire W7arms our hearts with pure desire. 3 Here we supplicate thy throne ; Here thou mak'st thy glories known; 6 FIRST DAY, Here we learn thy righteous ways, Taste thy love and sing thy praise. 4 Thus with festive songs of joy We our happy lives employ ; Love, and long to love thee more, Till from earth to heav'n we soar. FIRST DAY. First Morning. — Psalm 5. 1 Lord, hear the voice of my complaint* Accept my secret pray'r ; To thee alone, my king my God, Will I for help repair. 3 Thou in the morn my voice shalt hear* And with the dawning day To thee devoutly I'll look up, To thee devoutly pray. 3 And when thy boundless grace shall me To thy lov'd courts restore, On thee I'll fix my longing eyes, And humbly there adore. 4 To righteous men the righteous Lord, His blessings will extend : And, with his favour, all his saints, As with a shield, deiead. FIRST DA** Second Morning* i Compar'd with Christ, in all beside, No comeliness I see; The one thing needful, dearest Lord, Is to be one with thee. 2 The sense of thy expiring love Into my soul convey : Thyself bestow : for thee alone, My all in all, I pray. 3 Less then thyself will not suffice My comfort to restore : More than thyself I cannot crave,, . Aiid thou canst give no more. 4 Lov'd of my God,, for him again With love intense I'd burn : Chosen of thee 'ere time began, I'd chuse thee in return. 5 Whate'er consists not with thy love, O teach me to resign : I'm rich to all th' intents of bliss, If thou, O God, art mine. Evening. — Psalm 8. O thou, to whom all creatures bow, Within this earthly frame, Thro' all the world how great art thou ! How glorious is thy name ! & SECOND DM'. 2 In Heav'n thy wondrous acts are sung, Nor fully reckon d there; And yet thou mak'sl the infant tongue Thy boundless praise declare. 3 When Heav'n, thy beauteous work on high, Employs my wond'ring sight; The moon that nightly rules the sky, With stars of feebler light: 4 What's man (say I) that, Lord thou lov'st To keep him in thy mind ? Or what his offspring, that thou prov'st To them so wondrous kind : 5 Him next in power thou didst create To thy celestial train ; Ordain'd, with dignity and state^ O'er ah thy works to reign. 6 O thou to whom all creatures bow Within this earthly frame, Thro' all the world how great art thou! How glorious is thy name ! SECOND DAY. First Morning. — Psa-lm 9. 1 To celebrate thy praise, O Lord,. I will my heart prepare ; To all the list'ning world thy works, Thy wondrous works declare. SECOND DAY. 9 The thought of them shall to my soul Exalted pleasures bring; Whilst to thy name, O thou Most High, Triumphant praise I sing. 3 The Lord for ever lives, who has His righteous throne prepar'd, Impartial justice to dispense, To punish or reward. 4 God is a constant sure defence Agamst oppressing rage ; As troubles rise, his neediul aids In our behalf engage. 5 All those who have his goodness prov'd Will in his truth confide j Whose mercy ne'er forsook the man That on his help relyM. 6 Sing praises therefore to the Lord From Sion his abode ; Proclaim his deeds, till all the world Confess no other God. Second Morning, Gracious Lord! with mercy beaming, Let soma rays, descending here, Dry these cheeks in sorrow streaming, This grief-clouded bosom cheer, Gracious Saviour! Gracious Saviour! Gracious Saviour! This grief-clouded bosom cheer. ]0 SECOND DAY. 2 Thou hast suffer'd, Lord of Glory, Well I know what pangs were thine f Hence more bold 1 bend before thee, Lord of love, to pity mine. Gracious Saviour! Gracious Saviour! Gracious Saviour! Lord of love, to pity mine. 3 View'd I but a God surrounded With a blaze of Majesty, Sunk in awe, with fear confounded, Could I e'er look up to thee ! Gracious Saviour ! Gracious Saviour ! Gracious Saviour! Could I e'er look up to thee ! 4 But when I survey thy passion, On a sorrowing Saviour gaze, Fear is lost in adoration, .All is rapture, love, and praise. Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah* All is rapture, love, and praise. $ Lord ! and let me comfort borrow From that thought amidst my tears ^ Let me hope, too, that my sorrow To my God my soul endears. Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, To my God my soul endears. 6 Rapt'rous thought ! extatic treasure 5 Welcome every pang I prove ! THIRD DAY. Il Sorrow's joy, and pain is pleasure, If they wake my Saviour's love. Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, If they wake my Saviour's love. Evening. 1 Who can describe the joys that rise Thro' all the courts of paradise, To see a prodigal return, To see an heir of glory born ? 2 With joy the Father doth approve The fruit of his eternal love ; The Son with joy looks down, and sees The purchase of his agonies. 3 The spirit takes delight to view The holy soul he form'd anew ; And saints and angels join to sing The growing empire of their king. THIRD DAY. First Morning. — Psalm 16. 1 I strive each action to approve To God's all-seeing eye j No danger shall my hopes remove, Because he still is nigh. 2 Therefore my heart all grief defies, My glory does rejoice ; My flesh shall rest, in hope to rise Wak'd by his pow'rfui voice. $$ THIRD DAT. 3 Thou, Lord, when I resign my. breath, My soul from hell shalt free ; Nor let thy holy one in death The least corruption see. 4. Thou shalt the paths of life display, Which to thy presence lead ; Where pleasures dwell without allay, And joys that never fade. Second Morning, 1 Jesus, lover of my soul, Let me to thy bosom fly, While the raging billows roll, While the tempest still is high; Hide me, O my Savioui, hide, Till the storm of life is past ; Safe into the haven guide ; O receive my soul at last. 2 Other refuge have I none, Hangs my helpless soul on thee; Leave, ah ! leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me : .All my trust on thee is stay'd, All my help from thee I bring ; Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of thy wing. S Thou, O Christ, art all I want ; All in all in thee I find : Raise the fallen, cheer the faint, Heal the sick, and lead the blind ; THIRD DAY. 13 Just and holy is thy name, I am all unrighteousness, Vile and full of sin I am, Thou art lull of truth and grace. 4 Plenteous grace with thee is found, Grace to pardon all my sin; Let the healing streams abound ; Make and keep me pure within : Thou of life the fountain art, Freely let me take of thee : Spring thou up within my heart, Rise to all eternity. Evening. — Psalm 18. 1 No change of times shall ever shock My firm affection, Lord, to thee ; For thou hast always been a rock, A fortress and defence to me. 2 Thou my deliv'rer art, my God : My trust is in thy mighty pow'r: Thou art my shield from foes abroad, At home my safeguard and my tow'r. 3 To thee I'll still address my pray'r, (To whom all praise we justly owe;) So shall I, by thy watchful care, Be guarded from my treach'rous foe. 4 His subtle rage had near prevail'd When I distress'd and friendless lay ; But still, when other succours fail'd, God was my firm support and stay. 14 FOURTH DAY. FOURTH DAY. First Morning, 1 Comf, ye that love the Lord, And let your joys be known ; Join in a song with sweet accord, While ye surround his throne. Let those refuse to sing, Who never knew our God, But servants of the heav'nly King May speak their joys abroad. 2 The God that rules on high, That all the earth surveys ; That rides upon the stormy sky, And calms the roaring seas ; This awful G od is ours, Our Father and our love ; He will send down his heav'nly povv'rs To carry us above. 3 There we shall see his face, And never, never sin ; There, from the rivers of his grace, Drink endless pleasures in. Yea, and before we rise To that immortal s>tate, The thoughts of such amazing bliss Should constant joys create. 4 The men of grace have found Glory begun below ; Celestial fruit on earthly ground From faith and hope may grow. FOURTH DAY. Then let our songs abound, And ev'ry tear be dry; We're marching thro' Emanuel's ground To fairer worlds on high. Second Morning. — Psalm 19. 1 The heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord, Which that alone can rill ; Thefirraament and stars express Their sreat Creator's skill. 2 The dawn of each returning day Fresh beams of knowledge brings ; And from the dark returns of night Divine instruction springs. 3 Their pow'rful language to no realm Or region is connn'd; JTis nature's voice, and understood Alike by all mankind. 4 God's perfect law converts the soul, Reclaims from false desires ; With sacred wisdom his sure word The ignorant inspires. 5 Eut what frail man observes how oft He does from virtue fall ? O cleanse me from my secret faults. Thou God that know'st them all. G So shall my pray'r and praises be With thy acceptance blest; And I secure on thy defence, My strength and Saviuuxj rest. 16 FIFTH DAY. Evening. — Psalm 23. 1 The Lord is only my support, And he that doth me feed ; How can I then lack any thing Whereof I stand in need ! 2 He shall convert and glad my soul, And bring my mind in frame, To walk in paths of righteousness For his most holy name. 3 Tho' I were even at death's door, Yet would J tear no ill, For both thy rod and shepherd's crook Afford me comfort still. 4 Thou hast my table richly spread, In presence of my foes ; Thou hast my head with oil refresh'd, My cup with joy o'erflows. 5 Through all my life thy favour is Most frankly shewn to me, And in thy house for evermore My dwelling place shall be. FIFTH DAY. First Morning* 1 Lord! when we Creation scan, What thy pow'r has done for man, Lord ! our conscious tongues agree How much man must owe to thee. FIFTH DAY 17 2 Ev'ry note that cheers the vale, Ev'ry sweet that scents the gale, Ev'ry blooming flow'r we see Tells that Joy we owe to thee. 3 Ev'ry breath that heaves the breast, Ev'ry sound by voice exprest, EvYy thought the mind sets free Tells that Life we owe to thee. 4 But when we Redemption view, Gaze on all thy love could do, Lord ! our grateful hearts agree How much more we owe to thee. 5 When we think what we had been* Sunk in sorrow, lost in sin; Sure, from sin and sorrow free, More than Joy we owe to thee. -6 When we hear our Master say, " Death is vanqr.ish'd — Come away — " Heav'n is yours"— ^we sure must sec More than Life we owe to thee. Second Mornhig. — Psalm 24. 1 Erect your heads, eternal gates, Unfold to entertain The King of Glory ; see ! he come- With his celestial train. 2 Who is the King of Glory ? who ? The Lord for strength renown'd^ 18 nrtft d:4^. In battle mighty, o'er his foes Eternal victor crown'd. 3 Erect your heads, ye gates, unfold In state to entertain The King of glory ; see ! he comes With all his shining train. 4 Who is this King of Glory ? who ? The Lord of hosts renown'd : Of Glory he alone is King, Who is with glory crown'd. Evenittg. — Psalm 29. -1 Ye princes that in might excel, Your grateful sacrifice prepare, God's glorious actions loudly tell, His wondrous pow'r to all declare. 2 To his great name fresh altars raise ; Devoutly due respect afford ; Him in his holy temple praise, Where he's with solemn state ador'd. 3 'Tis he that with amazing noise' The wat'ry ciouds in sunder breaks : The ocean trembles at his voice, When he from heaVn in thunder speaks, 4 How full of pow'r his voice appears ! With what majestic terror crown'd ! WThich from their roots tall cedars tears, And strews their scatter'd branches round. ft XT 11 DAY. Jty SIXTH DAY. First Morning. — Psalm 32. 1 He's bless'd, whose sins have pardon gaind? No more in judgment to appear; Whose guilf remission has obtain'd And whose repentance is sincere. 2 While I conceal'd the fretting sore, My bones consum'd without relief; All day I did with anguish roar, But no complaints assnag'd my grief. 3 Heavy on me thy hand remain'd, By day and night alike distress'd, Till quite of vital moisture drain'd, Like land with summer's draught oppress'd; 4 No sooner I my wound disclos'd, The guilt that tortur'd me within Than thy forgiveness interpos'd,. And mercy's healing balm p.ottr'din* 5 True penitents shall thus-succeed,.. Who seek thee whilst thoti may'st be found; And, from the common deluge freed, Shall see remorseless sinners drown'd. Second, M&rning. When all thy mercies, O my God, My rising soul .suxv-eys :: Transported with the view, I'm lost; In wonder, love and praise ? 20 SIXTH DAY* 2 Thy providence my life sustain'd, And all my wants redrest, While in the silent womb I layr Or hung upon the breast. 3 To all my weak complaints and cries Thy mercy lent an ear ; Ere yet my feeble thoughts had learned To form themselves, in pray'r. 4* Unnumber'd comforts on my soul Thy tender care bestow'd ;. Before my infant heart conceiv'd From whom those comforts flow'd. 5 When in the slipp'ry paths of youth, With heedless steps 1 ran; Thine arm, u isecn, convey'd me safe. And led me up to man. 6 Through ev'ry period of my life Thy goodness I'll pursue; And after death, in distant worlds, The pleasing theme renew. 7 Through all eternity to thee> A grateful song I'll raise i But oh ! eternity's too short To utter all thy praise. Evening. 1 Love divine, all loves excelling, Joy of heav'n to earth come down,; SIXTH DAY 21 Fix in us thy humble dwelling, All thy faithful mercies crown! Jesus, thou art all compassion! Pure, unbounded love thou art! Visit us with thy salvation ! Enter ev'ry trembling heart. fi Breathe, O breathe thy loving spirit Inio ev'ry trembling breast ;. Let us all in thee inherit, Let us find that second rest : Take away our pow'r of sinning, Alpha and Omega be, End of faith, as its beginning^ Set our hearts at liberty. 2 Come, Almighty t© deliver,, Let us all thy grace receive : Suddenly return, and never, Never more thy temples leave : Thee we wouid. be always blessings Serve thee as thy hosts above, Pray, and praise thee without ceasing, Glory in thy perfect love. 4 Finish then thy new creation,, Pure and spotless let us be ; Let us see thy great salvation, Perfectly restor'd in thee : Chang'd from glory into glory, Till in heav'n we take our place, Till we cast our crowns before thee, Lost in wonder^ love, and praise.. 22 SEVENTH' DAY, SEVENTH DAY. First Morning. — Psalm 36. 1 O Lord, thy mercy, my sure hope,. Above the heav'nly orb ascends ; Thy sacred truth's unmeasur'd'&cope . Beyond the spreading sky extends ; 2 Thy justice, like the hills,- remains ; Unfathom'd depths-thy judgments are ;; Thy providence the world sustains ; The whole creation is thy care. 3 Since of thy goodnass all partake, With what assurance should the just Thy shelt'ring wings their refuge maket„ And saints to thy protection trust ! 4 Such guests shalUo.thy courts be led To banquet on thy love's repast ; And drink, as from a fountain's headj Of joys that shall for ever last. 5 With thee the springs of life remain ;. Thy presence is eternal day : O ! let thy saints thy favour gain ; To upright hearts thy truth display. Second Morning. 1 When I survey thy wond'rous cross On which the prince of glory dy'd, My richest gain I count but loss, And pour contempt on all my pride*. SEVENTH DAV. 23 2 Forbid it, Lord, that I should boast, Save in the death of Christ my God j Ail the vain things that charm me most, I sacrifice them to his blood. 3 See from his 'head, his hands, his feet, Sorrow and "love flow mingled' down! Did e'er such love and~sdrrow meet, Or thorns compose so rich a crown i 4 His dying crimson, like a robe, Spreads o'er 'his body on the tree; Then am I dead -to all the globe, And ail the globe is dead to me. 9 5 Were the whole realm <5f nature mine} That were a present far too small ; Love so amazing, so divine, demands my soul, my life, my all. Evening. 1 Not all the blood of beasts On Jewish altars slain, Could give the guilty conscience -peace? Or wash away one stain. 2 But Christ, the heavenly lamb, Takes all bur sins away ; A sacrifice of nobler name, And richer blood than tliey% •3 My faith would lay her hand On that dear head of thine, 24 EIGHTH DAT. While like a penitent I stand, And there confess my sin. 4 My soul looks back to see The burdens thou didst bear When hanging on the cnr?ed tree, And hopes her guilt was there. 5 Believing we rejoice To see the curse lemove; We bless the lamb with cheerful voice And sing his bleeding love. EIGHTH DAY. First Morning. — Psalm 1-0. 1 I waited meekly for the Lord, Till he vouchsaf 'd a kind reply ; Who did his gracious ear afford, And heard from heav'n my humble cry. 2 He took me from the dismal pit, When founder d deep in miry clay ; On solid ground he plac'd my feet, And sufferd not my steps to stray. 3 The wonders he for me has wrought Shall fill my mouth with songs of praise ; And others, to his worship brought, To hopes or like deliv'rance raise. 4 For blessings shall that man reward, Who on th' Almighty Lord relies ; Who treats the proud with disregard And hates the hypocrite's disguise. EIGHTH DAY &} *, Second Morning. \ Hark my soul ! it is I he Lord; 'Tis thy Saviour, hear his word ; Jesus speaks and speaks to thee ; " Say, poor sinner ! Jov'st thou me ? 2 I deliver'd thee when bound, And when bleeding, heal'd thy wound ; Sought thee wand 'ring, set thee right, Turn'd thy dark riess Into light. 3 Can a woman's tender care Cease towards the child she bare ? Yes, she may forgetful be, Yet will I remember thee. ' 4 Mine is an unchanging love, Higher than the heights above ; Deeper than the depths beneath, Free and faithful, strong as death. 5 Thou shalt see my glory soon, When the work of grace is done ; Partner of my throne shalt be, Say, poor sinner! lov'st thou me r" 6 Lord, it is my chief complaint, That my love is weak and faint ; Yet I love thee and adore, Oh for grace to love thee more! 26 EIGHTH DAT. Evening. 1 Rejoice! the Lord is King, Your Lord and King adore : Mortals, give thanks and sing, And triumph evermore. Lift up your hearts, lift up your voice. Rojoice, again I say, rejoice! 2 Jesus the Saviour reigns, The God of truth and love, When he had purg'd our stains, He took his seat above : Lift up your hearts, &c. 3 His Kingdom cannot fail, He rules o'er earth and heav'nj The keys of death and hell Are to our Jestis giv'n : Lift up your hearts, &c. 4 He sits at God's right -hand, Till all his foes submit, And bow to his commands, And fall beneath his feet. Lift up your hearts, &c. § He all his foes shall quell, Shall all our sins destroy, Make every bosom swell With pure seraphic joy : Lift up your hearts, &c. r 6 Rejoice in glorious hope, Jesus the judge shall come, NINTH DAY. 2? And lake his servai ts up To their eternal home. We soon shall hear the archangel's voice, The tru.np of God shall sound, rejoice. NINTH DAY. First Morning 1 Come, thou fount of ev'rv blessirrg, Tune my heart to sing thy grace! Streams of mercy never ceasing, Call for songs of ceaseless praise : Teach me, Lord, the rapi'rous measures; Sung by flaming tongues above, Bid- me tell the countless treasures; Of my God's unchanging love. 2l Here. I raise my Ebenezer, Hither by thy help I'm come ; And I hope by thy good pleasure, Safely to arrive at home : Jesus 6ought me when a stranger Wand-ring from the fold of God; He to save my soul from danger Interpos'd his precious blood. 3 O! to grace how great a debtor Daily J'm constrain d to be ! Let that grace, Lord, like a fetter, Bind my wand'ring.. heart to thee ! Prone to wander, . Lord, I feel it; Prone to leave-the God I love — Here's my heart, O take and seal ir5 Seal.it from thy courts above. 2# NINTH DAY. Second Morning. — Psalm 146. 1 Th e Lord who made both heav'n and earth, And all thai they contain, Will never quit his steadfast truth, Nor make his promise vain. 2 The poor, opprest, from all their wrongs Are eas'd by. his decree^ He gives the hungry needful food, . And sets the pris'ners free. 3 By him the blind receive their sight, The weak and fali'n he rears ; With kind regard and tender love He for the righteous cares. 4 The God that doth in Sion dwell Js our eternal King: From age to age his reign endures, Let all his praises sing. Evening. 1 Jesus, thy blood and righteousness . My beauty, are, my glorious dress ; 'Midst flaming worlds in these array'd With joy shall I lift up my head. 2 When irom the dust of death I rise To take my mansion in the skies, Ev'n then shall this be all my plea, "Jesus hath iiv'd and died for me." fkBold shall I stand in that great day, fror who aught to'my charge' shall laV ? TENTH DAY. i9 While through thy blood absolv'J I am, From sin's tremendous curse and shame. 4 Thus Abraham ihe friend of God, Thus all the sinners bought with blood, Saviour of sinners thee proclaim, Sinners, of whom the chief I am., 5 This spotless robe the same appears, When ruin'd nature sinks in years; No age can change its glorious hue, The robe of Christ is ever new. € O! let the dead now hear thy voice, Eid, Lord, thy banish'd ones rejoice, Their beauty this, their glorious dress, Jesus, the Lord, our righteousness. TENTH DAY. First Morning. 1 With joy we meditate the gnce Of ous High Priest abave; His heart is. made of tenderness, His bowels melt with love. 2 Touch'd with a svmpaihy within, He knows our feeble frame : He knows what sore temptations mean, For he has felt the same, 3 Euf spotless, innocent) and pure, The great Redeemer stood, While Satan's fiery darts lie borex. And did resist to blood. iJO TENTH DAY. 4 He in (he days of feeble flesh, P.our'd out his cries and tears, Aii. I, in his measure, feels afresh What ev'ry member bears. 5 He'll never quench the smoking flax1, But raise it to, a rhme , The bruised reecUhe'il never break, Nor scorn the meanest name. Q Then let our humble faith address His mercy and his pow'r; We shall obtain deliv'ring grace In the distressing hour. Second Morjiiug.— Ps2im 5 1 . 1 Ha.ve mercy, Lord, on me, As thou art ever kind : Let. me opprest with loads of guilt, . Thy wonted mercy find. 2 Wash off my foul offence, And cleanse me from my sin : For I confess my crime, and see How great my guilt has bet ii. 3 Make me to hear with joy Thy kind forgiving voice, That so the bones which thou hast broke May with fresh strength rejoice. 4».Blot out my crying sins, Nor me in anger view ; Create in me a heart that's clean, An upright mind renew. TENTH DAY. 31 Withdraw not thou thy help, Nor cast me from thy sight Nor let thy Holy Spirit take Its everlasting flight. Evening, Join all the glorious names Of wisdom, love, and pow'r, That ever mortals knew, That angels ever bore; All are too mean To speak his worth, Too mean to set My Saviour forth. Great Prophet of my God, My tongue would bless thy name; By thee the joyful news Of our salvation came ; The joyful news Of sin forgiv.'n, Of hell subdu'd. And peace with heav'n. I love my Shepherd's voice, His watchful eyes' shall keep My wahd'ring soul among The thousands of his sheep : He feeds his flock, He calls their names His bosom bears The tender Iambs. #2 ELEVENTH DAY. 4- Jesus my great High Priest, OfFer'd his blood and dy'd ; My guilty conscience seeks JNo sacrifice beside. His pow'rful blood Did once atone ; And now it pleads Before the throne. \5 My dea*r Almighty Lord, My conqu'ror and my king, Thy sceptre and thy sword, Thy reigning grace I sing. Thine Is the pow'r j Behold I sit In willing bonds Beneath thv icet. ELEVENTH DAY. Fhst Morning, 1 O what shall I do my Saviour to praise, So faithful and true, so plenteous i'ri grace, So strong to "deliver, so good to- redeem The weakest believer that hangs upon him ! 2 How happy the mafa whose heart is set free, The people that can be joyful in rhee ! Their joy is to walk m the Light of thy face, And still they are talking of Jesus's grace. ' 3 Their daily delight shall be in thy' name, They shall, as thtir right, thy righteousness claln. ELEVENTH DAV. 33 Thy righteousness wearing, and cleans'd by thy blood, Bold shall they appear in the presence of God. 4 For thou art their boast, their glory and pow'r ; And I also trust to see the glad hour, My soul's new creation, a life from the dead ; The day of salvation thai lifts up my head. 5 For Jesus, my Lord, is now my defence ; 1 trust in his word, none plucks me from thence; Since I have found favour, he all things will do, My king and my Saviour shall make me anew, 6 Yes, Lord, I shall see the bliss of thine own ; Thy secret to me shall soon be made known ; For sorrow and sadness I joy shall receive, And share in the gladness of all that believe. Second Morning. — Psalm 57. 1 O God, my heart is fix'd, 'tis bent, Its thankful tribute to present ; And, with my heart, my voice I'll raise To thee, my God, in songs of praise. 2 Awake my glory, ha*p and lute, No longer let your strings be mute, And I, my tuneful pait to take, Will with the early dawn awake. 3 Thy praises, Lord, I will resound To ai the list'ning nations round : "34 ELEVENTH DAY. Thy mercy highest heav'n transcends ; Thy truth beyond the clouds extends. 4 Be thou, O God, exalted high ; And as thy glory fills the sky, So let it be on earth display'd, Till thou art here, as there obey'd. Evening. 1 Oh! for a closer walk with God, A calm and heav'nly frame ; . A light to shine upon the road That leads me to the Lamb. 2 Where is the blessedness I knew When first I saw the Lord ? Where is the soul-refreshing view Of Jesus, and his word ? 3 W hat peaceful hours I then enjoy'd ? How sweet their mem'ry still r But now I feel an aching void, The world can never fill. 4 Return, O holy dove, return, Sweet messenger of rest ! I hate the bins that made thee mourn, And drove thee from my breast ! 5 The dearest idol I have known, What'er that idol be, H*lp me to tear it from thy throne And worship only thee. TWELFTH DAY. $$ So shall my walk be close with God, Calm and serene my frame ; So purer light shall mark the road That leads me to the Lamb. TWELFTH DAY. First Morning. 1 From all that dwell below the skies,. Let the Creator's praise arise ; Let the Redeemer's name be sung Thro' ev'ry land, by ev'ry tongue. Eternal are thy mercies, Lord, Eternal truth attends thy word ; Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more. 2 Your lofty themes, ye mortals bring, In songs of praise divinely sing ; The great salvation loud proclaim, And shout for joy the saviour's name. In ev'ry land begin the song j To ev'ry land the strains belong ; In cheerful sounds your voices raise, And fill the world with loudest praise. Second Morning. He dies the friend of sinners dies t Lo ! Salem's daughters weep around ; A solemn darkness veils the skies ! A sudden trembling shakes the ground I g6 TWELFTH DAY. Come, saints, and drop a tear or two For him who groan'd beneath your load ! He shed a thousand drops for you, A thousand drops of richest blood. 2 Here's love and grief beyond degree, The Lord of Glory dies for man! But lo ! what sudden joys we see, Jesus, the dead, revives again ! The rising God forsakes the tomb, (In vain the tomb forbids his rise) Cherubic legions guard him home, And shout him welcome to the skie*. 3 Break off your tears, ye saints and tell How high our great Deliv'rer reigns ; Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell, And led the monster, death, in chains : Say, " Live for ever, wond'rous King ! " Born to redeem, and strong to save !" Then ask the monster — M where';; thy sting ? "And whtre's thy vict'ry, boasting grave?" Evening — Psalm 67. 1 To bless thy chosen race, In mercy Lord, incline ; And cause the brightness of thy face On all thy saints to shioe. 2 That so thy wondrous way May through the world be known : Whilst distant lands their tribute pay, And thy salvation own. THIRTEENTH DAY, 37 .? Let d iff 'ring nations join To celebrate thy fame ; Let all the world, O Lord, combine To praise thy glorious name. 4- O let them shout and sing With joy and pious mirth: For thou, the righteous judge and king, Shalt govern ail the earth. THIRTEENTH DAY. First Morning, 1 Jesus, where'er thy people meet, There they behold thy mercy seat ; Where'er they seek thee, thou art found, And ev'ry place is hallow'd ground. 2 For thou, within no walls confin'd, Inhabitest the humble mind ; Such ever bring thee where they come, And going, take thee to their home. 3 Dear Shepherd of thy chosen few I Thy former mercies here renew ; Here, to our waiting hearts proclaim The sweetness or thy saving name. 4? Here may we prove the pow'r of pray'r, To strengthen faith, and sweeten care; To teach our faint desires to rise, And bring all heav'n before our eyes. 38 THIRTEENTH DAV. Second Morning. — Psalm 1 46. I O praise (he Lord, and thou, my soul, For ever bless his namej His wondrous love, while life shall last, My constant praise shall claim : 5 On kings, the greatest sons of men, Let none for aid rely : They cannot save in dang'rous times, Nor timely help apply. 3 Depriv'd of breath, to dust they turn, And there neglected lie, And all their thoughts and vain designs Together with them die. 4 Then happy he, who Jacob's God For his protector takes ; Who still, with well-plac'd hope, the Lord His constant refuge makes. Evening, 1 O for a heart to praise my God, A heart from sin set free ! A heart that always feels the blood, So freely spilt for me ! 2 A heart resignM, submissive, meek, My great Redeemer's throne ; Where only Christ is heard to speak, Where Jesus reigns alone. FOURTEENTH DAY. 39 3 A humble, lowly, contrite heart, Believing, true, and clean; W hich neither life nor death can part From him that dwells within : 4 A heart in ev'ry thought renewed, And full of love divine; Perfect and right, and pure, and good, A copy, Lord of thine ! 5 My heart, thou know'st can never rest, Till thou create my peace ; Till of my Eden re-possest, From ev'ry sin I cease. 6 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart, Come quickly from above ; Write thy new name upon my heart, Thy new, best name of love. FOURTEENTH BAY. First Morning. — Psalm 149, O praise ye the Lord, Prepare your glad voice His praise in the great Assembly to sing, In our great Creator Let Isr'el rejoice ; And children of Sion £e giad in their king. 40 FOURTEENTH DAY, 2 Let them his great name Exto! in the dance; With timbrel and harp His praises express, Who always takes pleasure His saints to advance, And with his solvation The humble to bless. 3 Ey angels in heav'n Of ev'ry degree, And saints upon earth All praise be address'd ; To God in three persons, One God ever bless'd ; . As it has been, now is, And alwavs shall be. Second Morning, 1 Jesus! and »haU it ever be, A mortal man asham'd of thee! Asham'd of thee, whom angels praise, Whose glories shine thro' endless days ! 2 Asham'd of Jesus ! sooner far Let ev'ning blush to own a star; He sheds the beams of light divine O'er this benighted soul of mine. 3 Asham'd of Jesus ! just as soon Let midnight be asham'd of noon : 'Tis midnight wirh my soul, till he, Bright morning star! bids darkness flee. FOURTEENTH t>AY. 41 4 Asham'd of Jesus ! that dear friend, On whom my hopes of heav'n depend; No, when I blush, be this my shame, That I no more revere his name. 3 Asham'd of 7esus! yeg, I may, When I've no guilt to wash away, No tears to wipe, no good to crave, No fears to quejl, no soul to save. 5 Tilt then, sor is my boasting vain* Till then, I boast a Saviour siain, And O ! may this my glory be, That Saviour not asham'd of me. Evening. 1 Salvation! O the joyful sound I What pleasure to our ears 1 A sov'reign balm for ev'ry wound, A cordial for our fears. Cho. Glory, honour, praise and power Be unto the lamb for ever I Jesus Christ is our Redeemer I Hallelujah praise the Lftrd ! 2 Salvation ! let the echo n*y The spacious earth around, While all the armies of the sky Conspire to raise the sound. 42 FIFTEENTH DAY 3 Salvation ! O thou bleeding lamb ! To thee the praise belongs : Salvation shall inspire our hearts, And dwell upon our tongues. FIFTEENTH DAY. First Morning, — Psalm 14-8. 1 Ye boundless realms of joy, Exalt your Maker's fame ; His praise your songs employ Above the starry frame; Your voices raise, Ye cherubim And seraphim, To sing his praise. 41 Thou moon that rul'st the night, And sun that guid'st the day. Ye glitt'ring stars of light, To him your homage pay ; His praise declare, Ye heav'ns above, And clouds that move In liquid air. 3 Let them adore the Lord And praise his holy name, By whose almighty word They all from nothing came. FIFTEENTH DAY. i»3 And all shall last, From changes free : His firm decree Stands ever fast. Second Morning. — Psalm 89. \ Blest are the souls that hear and know The gospel's joyful sound ; Peace shall attend the pain they go, And light their steps surround. 2 Their joy shall bear their spirits up, Through their Redeemer's name: His righteousness exalts their hope, Nor Satan dares condemn. 3 The Lord, our glory and defence, Strength and salvation gives : Israel, thy king for ever reigns, Thy God for ever lives. Evening. 1 Children of the heav'nly king, As ye journey, sweetly sing; Sing your Saviour's worthy praise, Glorious in his works and ways. 2 Ye are traveling home to God, In the way the fathers trod ; They are happy now, and ye Soon their happiness shall ^ee. 44 SIXTEENTH DAY. 3 O ye banisti'd seed ! be glad ; Christ our advocate is made j Us to save, our flesh assumes, Brother to our souta becomes. 4 Shout, ye little flock, and bTest, You on Jesus' throne shall rest ; There your seat is now prepared, There your kingdom and reward. £ Fear not, brethren, joyful stand On the borders of your land ; Jesus Christ, your Father's son, Bids you undismay'd go on. & Lord ! obediently we'll go, Gladly leaving all below ; Onlv thou our leader be, And we stiii will follow thee ! SIXTEENTH DAY. First Morning. 1 Before Jehovah's awful throne, Ye nations, bow with saered joy; Know that the Lord is God alone ; He can create, and he destroy. 2 His sov'reign pow'r, without our aid, Made us of clay, and form'd us. men : And when like wand ring sheep we stray'dj JHe brought us to his fold again. SIXTEENTH DAY, 45 3 We'll crowd thy gates wstn thankful songs High as the heav'ns our voices raise ; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, Shall fill thy courts with sounding piaise* 4 Wide as the world is thy command * Vast as eternity thy love ! Firm as a rock thy truth shall stand, When rolling years shall cease to move, Second Morning: 1 There is a fountain filPd with blood Drawn from Emmanuel's veins; And sinners plung'd beneaih that flood, Lose all their guilty stains. 2 The dying thief rejoic'd to see That fountain in his day ; And there have I, as rile as he, Wash'd all my sins away. 3 Dear dying lamb! thy precious blood Shall never lose its pow'r, Till all the ransom'd church of God Be sav'd to sin no more. 4 E'er since, by faith, 1 saw the stream Thy flowing wounds supply, Redeeming love has been my theme, And shall be till I die. 5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song Til sdng thy pow'r to 6av£, 46 SIXTEENTH DAY. When this poor lisping stamm'ring tongue' Lies silent in ihe grave. 6 Lord, I believe thou hast prepar'd (Unworthy though I be) For me a blood bought free reward, A golden harp for me ! ? Tis strung, and tun'd, for endless years, And form'ri by pow'r divine, To sound in God the Father's ears No other name but thine. Evening. — Plasm 67. 1 O God of hosts, the mighty Lord, How lovely is the place, Where thou, entffronM in glory, shew'st The brightness of thy face ! 2 My longing soul faints with desire To view thy blest abode : My panting heart and flesh cry out For thee the living God. 3 The birds, more happv far than I, Around thy temple throng; Securely there they build, and there Securely hatch their young. 4 O Lord of hosts, mv king and God, How highly blest are they, Who in thy temple always dwell, And there thy praise display ! SEVENTEENTH DAY. 47 5 Thrice happy they, whose choice has thee Their sure protection made ; Who long to tread the sacred ways That to thy dwelling lead. 6 They thus proceed from strength to strength, And still approach more near, Till all on Sion's holy Mount Before their God appear. SEVENTEENTH DAY. First Morning, 1 Wjnter has a joy for me, While the Saviour's charms I read, Lowly, meek, from blemish free, In the snow-drop' s pensive head. 2 Spring returns and brings along Lite-invigorating suns : Hark! the turtle's plaintive song Seems to speak his dying groans ! 3 Summer has a thousand charms, All expressive of his worth ; *Tis his sun that lights and warms, His the air that cools the earth. 4 What has autumn left to say ? — Nothing of a Saviour's grace ? Yes, the beams of milder day Tell me of his smiling lace. 48 SEVENTEENTH DAY. 5 Light appears with early dawn, •While the sun makes haste to rise; See his hleediug beauties drawn On the blubhes of the skies. £ Ev'ning with a silent pace, Slowly moving in the west, Shews an emblem of his grace, Points to an eternal rest. Second Morning, \ Laden with guilt, and full of fears, I fly to thee, my Lord ; And not a glimpse of hope appears, But in thy written word. 2 The volume of my Father's grace Does all my grief assuage : Here I behold my Saviour's face Almost in ev'ry page. 3 This is the field where hidden lies The pearl of price unknown; That merchant is divinely wise Who makes the pearl his own. 4 Here consecrated water flows To quench my thirst of sin ; Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, Nor danger d"F. -Us therein. 5 This is the judge that ends the strife, Where wit and reason fail; SEVENTEENTH DAY. 49 My guide to everlasting life, Through all this gloomy vale. 6 O ! may thy councils, mighty God! My roving feet command ; Nor I forsake the happy road, That leads to thv right hand. Evening. 1 Our days, alas! oar mortal days Are short and wretched too ; " Evil and few," the patriarch says ; And well the patriarch knew. 2 'Tis but, at best, a narrow bound, That heav'n allows to men ; And pains and sins run through the round Of threescore years and ten. 3 Well, if ye must be sad and few, Run on, my days, in haste ; Moments of sin, and months of woe, Ye cannot fly too fast. i Let heav'nly love prepare my soul, And call her to the skies, Where years of long salvation roll, And glory never dies. £0 EIGHTEENTH HAY. EIGHTEENTH DAY. First Morning. 1 Lord, art thou all-seeing? 'midst that blaze of glory, The failings of mortals dost thou descry ? "Shall ev'ry bosom be display'd before thee ? Each wand'ring thought that's flitting, Each word my lip that'? quitting, Each deed my hand's committing, Scann'd by thine eye } 2 Lord, art thou all-just? and do thy lawi unerring, The children of guilt to vengeance consign ! What's this within me, fear and horror stirring • 'TirConcience deeply wounded, That bids me think, confounded, If sin's by death surrounded, What fate is mine? 3 Lord, art thou all-pow'rful? Author o: Creation! What madness /or mortals thine arm to dare Js it too late for humble adoration ? . In frowns his brows are bending, Th' avenging stroke's descending, Hope's last taint strain is ending, Lost in despair ! 4 But thou art all-good — Away with evV) tremor — The beamings of mercy burst thro' the gloom EIGHTEENTH DAY. 51 Welcome, my Saviour! Welcome, my Re- deemer ! I hear his voice inviting, My languid faith exciting, My raptur'd soul delighting — Lord, Lord, I come 1 Second Morning, — Psalm 90. 1 O God ! our help in ages past, Our hope for years to come, Our shelter from the stormy blast, And our eternal home. 2 Under the shadow of thy throne Still may we dwell secure ! Sufficient is thine arm alone, And our defence is sure. 3 Before the hills in order stood, Or earth receiv'd her frame, From everlasting thou art God, To endless years the same. 4 A thousand ages in thy sight Are like an ev'ning gone ; Short as the watch, that Saviour, where'er thv steps I see, Dauntless, untir'd I follow thee; O let thy hand support me still, And lead me to thy holy hill! If rough and thorny be the way, My strength proportion to my day ; Till toil, and grief, and pain shall cease, Where all is calm, and joy, and peace. TWENTY-FIRST DAY. 61 Second Morning. 1 Sing we praises to the Lord; Hallelujah. Bless his name with one accord ; Hallelujah. For 'tis owing to his care, Hallelujah. What we have, and what we are. Hallelujah. 2 He first made us by his pow'r He preserves us ev'ry hour ; Food and raiment all are his ; Present comfort, future bliss. Hallelujah. Hallelujah Hallelujah. Hallelujah. 3 He directs our steps by day, Pointing out the safest way ; And, at night, in mercy still, Guards us from ah kinds of ill. Hallelujah, Hallelujah. Hallelujah. Hallelujah. 4 God forgave us, when undone, Hallelujah. And redeem'd us by his Son ; Hallelujah. 62 TWENTY-SECOND DAY. Raise your voices, then, and sing Hallelujah. Thanks to heav'n's eternal King. Hallelujah. Evening. — Psnlm 1 06. 1 O render thanks to God above, The fountain of eternal love ! Whose mercy, firm through goes past, Has stood and shall for ever la&t. 2 Who can his mighty deeds express? Not only vast, but numberless ! What mortal eloquence can raise His tribute of immortal praise? 3 Happy are they, and only they, Who from thy judgments never stray : Wrho know what's right, not only so, But always practice what they know. 4 Extend to me that favour, Lord, Thou to thv chosen dost afford : When thou return'st to set them free, Let thy salvation visit me. TWENTY-SKCOND DAY. First Morning. 1 Go worship at Immanuel's feet9 See in his face what wonders meet! Earth is too narrow to express His worth, his glory, or his grace. TWENTY-SECOND DAT 68 2 Is he compar'd to wine or bread ? Dear Lord, our souls would thus be fed ; That flesh, that dying blood of thine, Is bread of lite, is heavn'ly wine. 3 Is he a tree ? The world receives Salvation from his healing leaves : That righteous branch, that fruitful bough, Is David's root and offspring too. 4 Is he a rose ? Not Sharon yields Such fragrancy in all her fields : Or if the lily he assume, The valiies bless the rich perfume. 5 Is he a rock? How firm he proves ! The rock of ages never moves ; Yet the sweet streams that from him flow, Attend us all the desert thro'. 6 Is he a way ? He leads to God ; The path is drawn in lines of blood ; There would I walk with hope and zeal, Till I arrive at Sion's hill. 7 O let me climb those higher skies, Where storms and darkness never rise; There he displays his pow'rs abroad, And shines and reigns th7 incarnate God. Second Morning. PART SECOND. 1 The whole creation can afford But some faint shadows of my Lord j 64 TWENTY-SECOND DAY. Nature, to make his beauties known, Must mingle colours not her own. 2 Is he design'd a corner s'one, For men to buiid their heav'n upon? I'll make him my foundation too, Nor fear the piots of hell beiow. 3 K he a temple? I adore Th' in-dwelling majesty and pow'r; .And stiil to this most holy place, Whene'er I pray, I turn my face. 4 Is he a st.ir ? He breaks the night, Piercing the shades with dawning light; I know his glories from afar, I know the bright, the morning star. 5 Is he a sun : His beams are grace, His course is jov and righteousness: Nations rejoice when he appears To chase their clouds and dry their tears. 6 Not earth, nor seas, nor sun, nor stars, Nor heav'n his full resemblance bears; His beauties we can never trace, Till we behold him face to face. Evening* I will praise thee evVv day. Now thine anger's turn'd away] Comfortable thoughts arise From the bleeding sacrifice ; TWENTY-THIRD DAY. 65 2 Here, in the fair gospel-field, Wells of free salvation yield Streams of life, a plenteous store, And my soul shall thirst no more. 3 Jesus is become at length My salvation and my strength ; And his praises shall prolong, While I live, my pleasant song. 4 Praise ye, then, his glorious name, Publish his exalted fame ! Still his worth your praise exceeds, Excellent are all his deeds. 6 Raise again the joyful sound, Let the nations roll it round ; Zion, shout, for this is he, God the Saviour dwells in thee. TWENTY-THIRD DAY. First Morning. — Psalm 113. 1 Ye saints and servants of the Lord, The triumphs of his name record ; His sacred name for ever bless : Where'er the circling sun display* His rising beams or setting rays, Due praise to his great name address. 2 God through the world extends his sway, The regions of eternal day 66 TWENTY-THIRD DAT. But shadows of his glory are : With him whose majesty excels, Who made the heav'n in which he dwells, Let no created pow'r compare. 3 Though 'tis beneath his state to view In highest heav'n what angels do, Yet he on earth vouchsafes his care : He takes the needy from his cell, Advancing him in courts to dwell, Companion to the greatest there. Second Morning. 1 Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears, And gird the gospel armour on ; March to the gates of endless joy, Where thy great Captain-Saviour's gone, £ Hell and thy sins resist thy course, But hell and sin are vanquish'd foes ; Thy Jesus nail'd them to the cross, And sung the triumph when he rose. 3 What tho' the prince of darkness rage, And waste the fury of his spite; Eternal chains confine him down To fi'ry deeps, and endless night. 4 What tho' thine inward lusts rebel, Tis but a struggling gasp for life ; The weapons of victorious grace Shall sky thy sins and end the strife. TWENTY-THIRD DAY. 67 o Rise then, my soul, march boldly on, Press forward to the heav'nly gate ; There peace and joy eternal reign, And glitt'ring robes for conqu'rors wail. 6 There shall I wear a starry crown, And triumph in almighty grace ; While all the armies of the skies Join in my glorious Leader's praise. Evening. 1 Thee we adore, eternal name ! And humbly own to thee How feeble is our mortal frame, What dying worms are we. 2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still, A.s months and days increase ; And ev'ry beating pulse we tell Leaves but the number less. 3 The year rolls round, and steals away The breath that first it gave ; Whate'er we do, where'er we be, We're traveling to the grave. 4 Dangers stand thick through all the ground, To push us to the tomb ; And fierce diseases wait around, To hurry mortals home. $ Great God ! on what a slender thread Hang everlasting things ! 68 TWENTY-FOURTH DAY. Th' eternal state of all the dead, Upon life's feeble strings ! fe Infinite joy or endless woe Attends on ev'ry breath ; And yet how unconcern'd we go Upon the brink of death ! 7 Waken, O Lord, our drowsy sense, To walk this dang'rous road ; And, if our soujs are hurry'd hence, May they be found with God ! TWENTY-FOURTH DAY, First Morning. Let earth and heav'n agree, Angels and men be join'd To celebrate with me The Saviour of mankind ; T' adore the all-atoning Lamb, And bless the sound of Jesu's name. Jesus ! transporting sound ! The joy of earth and heav'n, No other help is found, No other name is giv'n By which we can salvation have ! But Jesus came the world to save. Jesus! harmonious name! It charms the hosts above; They evermore proclaim, And wonder at his love ; TWENTY-FOURTH DAT 69 'Tis all their bliss to sing his grace, 'Tis heav'n to see our Jesu's face. His name -the sinner hears, And is from sin set free; 'Tis music in his ears, 'Tis life and victory, New songs do now his lips employ. And dances his glad heart for joy. Second Morni?ig. — Psalm 1 1 6 1 What shall I render to my God For all his kindness shewn ! My feet shall visit thine abode, My songs address thy throne. 2 Among the saints that fill thine house, My off' ring shall be paid, There shall my zeal perform the vows My soul in anguish made. S How much is mercv thy delight, Thou ever blessed God ! How dear thy servants in thy sight! How precious is their blood ! 4 How happy all thy servants are! How great thy grace to me ! My life which thou hast made thy cure, Lord, I devote to thee. 5 Now I am thine, for ever thine, Nor shall my purpose move ; TO TWENTY-FOURTH DAY. Thy hand hath loos'd my bands of pain And bound me with thy love. 6 Here in thy courts, I leave my vow, And thy rich grace record : Witness, ye saints, who hear me now, If I forsake the Lord. Evening. 1 Lord, what a wretched land is this That yields us no supply, No cheering fruits, no welcome trees, No streams of living joy ? 2 Yet the dear path to thine abode Lies through this horrid land ; Lord ! we would keep the heav'nly road, And run at thy command. 3 Our journey is a thorny maze, But we march upward still ; Forget these troubles of the ways And reach at Zion's hill. 4 See the kind angels at the gates Inviting us to come ! There Jesus the forerunner waits, To welcome travelers home ! 5 There, on a green and flow'ry mount Our weary souls shall sit, And, with transporting joys, recount The labours of our kct TWENTY-FIFTH DAY. 71 6 Eternal glories to the King That brought us safely through, Our tongue shall never cease to sing, And endless praise renew. TWENTY-FIFTH DAY. First Morning. — Psalm 121. 1 To Sion's hill I lift my eyes, From thence expecting aid, From Sion's hill, and Sion's God, Who heav'n and earth has made. 2 Rest then, my soul, in safety rest, Thy guardian will not sleep : His watchful care who Israel guards, Will Israel safely keep. 3 Sheltered beneath th' Almighty's wing, Thou shalt securely rest, Where neither sun nor moon shall thee By day or night molest. 4 At home, abroad, in peace, in war, Thy God shall thee defend ; Conduct thee through life's piigrimages Safe to thy journey's end. Second Morning. WHY"should the children of a king Go mourning all their days ; Great comforter! descend, and bring Some tokens of thy grace. 72 TWENTY- FIFTH DAY. 2 Dost thou not dwell in all thv saints, And seal them heirs of heav'n ? When wilt thou banish my complaints, And shew my sins forgiv'n ! * 3 Assure my concience of her part In the Redeemer's blood ; And bear thy witness with my heart, That I am born of God. 4 Thou art the earnest of his love, The pledge of joys to come ; And thy soft wings, celestial Dove, Will safe convey me home. Evening. 1 Plung'd in a gulph of dark despair, We wretched sinners lay, Without one cheering beam of hope, Or spark of glimm'ring day. Q With pitying eyes, the Prince of grace Beheld our helpless gn'ef; He saw, and (O amazing love !) He ran to our relief. 3 Down from the shining seats above With joyful haste he fled, Enter'dHhe grave in mortal flesh, And dwelt among the dead. 4 O ! for this love, let rocks and hills Their lasting silence break, T WENT V- SIXTH DAY. K And all harmonious human tongues The Saviour's praises speak. 5 Yes, we will praise thee, dearest Lord ! Our souls are all on flame ; Hosanna round the spacious earth To thine adored name. TWENTY-SIXTH DAY. First Morning. — Psalm 122. 1 O 'twas a joyful sound to hear Our tribes devoutly say, Up, Israel, to the temple haste, And keep your festal day. 2 'Tis thither, by divine command, The tribes of God repair, Before his ark to' celebrate His name with praise and pray'r. 3 O, pray we then for Salem's peace, For they shall prosp'rous be, (Thou holy city of our God !) Who bear true love to thee. 4- May peace within thy sacred walls A constant guest be found, With plenty and prosperity Thy palaces be crown'd. 5 For my dear brethren's sake, and friend* No less than brethren dear, I'll pray — may peace in Salem's tow'rs A constant e.u^t appear. 74 TWENTY-SIXTH DAY. 6 But most of all I'll seek thy good, And ever wish thee well, For Sion and (he Temple's sake, Where God vouchsafes to dwell. Second Morning. 1 Lo ! he comes with clouds descending, Once for favour'd sinners slain ! Thousand, thousanc saints attending, Swell the triumph of his train. Hallelujah! God appears on earth to reign. 2 Ev'ry eye shall now behold him Rob'd in dreadful msjcsty; Those who set at nought and sold him, Pierc'd and nail'd him to the tree, Deeply wailing, Shall the true Messiah see. 3 The dear tokens of his passion, Still his dazzling body bears j Cause of endless exultation To his ransom'd worshippers ; With what rapture Gaze we on those glorious scars ! 4 Yea ! Amen ! let all adore thee High on thine eternal throne! Saviour, take the pow'r and glory, Claim the kingdom for thine own, Jah, Jehovah! Everlasting God come down. TWENTY-SIXTFI DAY. 75 Evening, j Now begin the heav'nly theme, Sing aloud in Jesu's name, Ye, who Jesu's kindness prove, Triumph in redeeming love. 2 Ye who see the Father's grace Beaming in the Saviour's face ; As to Canaan on ye move, Praise and bless redeeming love. 3 Mourning souls dry up your tears, Banish all your guilty fears : See your guilt and curse remove, Cancell'd by redeeming -love. 4 Ye, alas ! who long have been, Willing slaves of death and sin ; Now from bliss no longer rove, Stop and taste redeeming love. 5 Welcome all by sin opprest, Welcome to his sacred rest, Nothing brought him from above, Nothing but redeeming love. 6 He subdu'd th' infernal pow'rs, His tremendous foes and ours, From their cursed empire drove, Mighty in redeeming love. f6 TWENTY-SEVENTH- DAY. 7 Hither then your music bring, Strike aloud each joyful string ; Mortals join the hosts above, Join to praise redeeming love. TWENTT-SEVENTH DAT. First Morning. — Psalm 126. 1 When Sion's God her sons recall'd From long captivity, It seem'd at first a pleasing dream Of what we wish'd to see. 2 But soon in unaccustom'd mirth We did our voice employ, And sung our great restorer's praise In thankful hymns of joy. 3 Our heathen foes repining stood, Yet were compelled to own, That great and wondrous was the work Our God for us had done. 4 'Twas great say they, 'twas wondrous great, Much more should we confess ; The Lord has done great things, whereof We reap the glad success. 5 To us bring back the remnant, Lord, Of Israel's captive bands, More welcome than refreshing show'rs To parch'd and thirsty lands. TWENTY-SEVEN vn DAY. it 6 That we whose work commenc'd in tears, Mav see our labours thrive, Till finished with success they make Our drooping hearts revive. 7 Tho' he despond that sows his grain, Yet doubtless he shall come To bind his fulUear'd sheaves, and bring The joyful harvest nome. Second Morning, 1 Thou hidden love of God, whose height, Whose depth unfathom'd no man knows, I see from far thy beauteous light, Inly I sigh for thy repose : My heart is pain'd, nor can it be At rest, till it finds rest in thee. 2 'Tis mercy all that thou hast brought My mind to seek her peace in thee; Yet while I seek, but find thee not, No peace my wand'ring soul shall see ; O when shall all my wand'rings end, And all my steps to thee- ward tend ? •} Is there a thing beneath the sun, That strives with thee my heart to share ? Ah ! tear it thence, and reign alone, The Lord of ev'ry motion there ! Then shall my heart from earth be free* When it hath found repose in thee. 78 TWENTY-SEVENTH DAY. 4 O hide this self from me, that I No more, but Christ in me may lire ! Mv vile affections crucify, Nor let one darling lust survive. In all things — nothing mav I see, Nothing desire or seek but thee. 5 O love thy sov'reign aid impart To save me from low-thoughted care. Chase this self-will through all my heart, Through all its latent mazes there : Make me thy duteous child, that I Ceaseless may ° Abba, Father," cry. 6 Each moment draw from earth away My heart, that lowly waits thy call : Speak to my inmost soul, and sav, " I am thy love, thy God, thy all!" To feel thy pow'r, to hear thy voice, To taste thy iove, be all my choice. Evening. — Psalm 1 30. 1 From lowest depths of woe To God I send my cry ; Lord, hear my supplicating voice, And graciously reply. 2 Should'st thou severely judge, Who of my nights 1 2 In darkest shades if he appear, My dawning is begun ; He is my soul's sweet morning star, And he my rising sun. 80 TWENTY-EIGHTH DAY. 3 The op'ning heav'ns around me shine With beams of sacred bliss, While Jesus shews his heart is mine, And whi&pers, ** I am his!" 4 My soul would leave this heavy clay At that transporting word, Run up, witn joy, the shining way T' embrace my dearest Lord. 5 Fearless of hell and ghastly death, Id break Ihro' ev'ry foe; The wings of love, and arms of faith, Should bear me conqu'ror through. Second Morning. 1 There is a land of pure delight, Where saints immortal reign ; Infinite day excludes, the night, And pleasures banish pain. 2 There everlasting spring abides, And never-with'ring flow'rs ; Death, like a narrow sea, divides This heav'nly land from ours. 3 Sweet fields, beyond the swelling flood, Stand dress'd in living green ; So to the Jews old Canaan stood. While Jordan roll'd between. 4 But tim'rous mortals start and shrink, To cross this narrow sea; TWENTY-EIGHTH DAY. &t And linger, shiv'ring on the brink, And fear to launch away. 5 O ! could we make our doubts remove, Those gloomy doubts that rise, And see the Canaan that we love With unbeclouded eyes : 6 Could we but climb where Moses stood, And view the landskip o'er, Nor Jordan's stream, nor death's cold flood, Should fright us from the shore. Evening. — Psalm 136. L To God, the mighty Lord, Your joyful thanks repeat : To him due praise afford, As good as he is great : For God does prove Our constant friend, " His boundless love Shall never end. 2 To him whose wond'rous pow'4' All other Gods obey, Whom earthly kings adore, This grateful homage pay, For God, &c. 3 By his almighty hand Amazing works are wrought : 82 TWENTY-NINTH DAY. The heav'ns by his command Were to perfection brought. For God, &c. 4 He spread the ocean round About the spacious land ; And made the rising ground Above the waters stand. For God, &c. 5 He does the food supply- On which the creatures live; To God who reigns on high Eternal praises give. For God will prove Our constant friend, His' boundless love Shall never end. TWETTY-NINTH DAY. First Morning.— Psalm 139. 1 Thou, Lord, by strictest search hast known My rising up, and lying down ; My secret thoughts are known to thee, Known long before conceiv'd by me. 2 Surrounded by thy pow'r I stand, On ev'ry side I find thy hand, Where, Lord, could I thy influence shun, Or, whither from thy presence run ? 3 If up to heav'n I take my flight, 'Tis, there thou dwell'st enthorn'd in light; TWENTY-NINTH DAY. 83 If down to hell's infernal plains, 'Tis there almighty vengeance reigns. 4 If I the morning's wings could gain, And fly beyond the western main, Thy swifter hand would first arrive, And there arrest thy fugitive. 5 Or, should I try to shun thy sight Beneath the sable wings of night ; One glance from thee, one piercing ray, Would kindle darkness into day. 6 The veil of night is no disguise, • . No screen from thy all-searching eyes; . Thro' midnight shades thou find'st thy way, As in the blazing noon of day. Second Morning. 1 Why should we start or fear to die! What tim'rous worms we mortals are ! Death is the gate of endless joy, And yet we dread to enter there. 2 The pains, the groans, and dying strife, Fright our approaching souls awayj Still we shrink back again to life, Fond of our prison and our clay. 3 O ! if my Lord would come and meet, My soul should stretch her wings in hastc3 Fly fearless thro' death's iron gate, Nor feel the terrors as she past. 84 TWENTY-NINTH DAY. 4 Jesus can make a dying bed Feel soft as downy pillows are, While on his breast I lean my head, And breathe my life out sweetly there. Evening. Sometimes alight surprises The christian while he sings; It is the Lord who rises With healing in his wings; When comforts are declining, He grants the soul again A season of clear shining, To cheer it after rain. In holy contemplation, We sweetly then pursue The theme of God's salvation. And find it ever new : Set free from present sorrow, We cheerfully can say, E'en let th' unknown to-morrow Bring with it what it may. It can bring with it nothing, But he will bear us thro' ; Who gives the lilies clothing, Will clothe his people 100 : Beneath (he spreading heavens, No creature but is fed ; And he who fe ds the ravens, Will give his children bread. THIRTIETH DAY. 85 Tho' vine nor fig-tree neither Their wonted fruit shall bear, Tho' all the fields should wither, Nor flocks nor herds be there : Yet God the same abiding, His praise shall tune my voice; For, while in him confiding, I cannot but rejoice. THIRTIETH DAY. First Morning. — Psalm 146. I'll praise my Maker while I've breath And, when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler pow'rs j My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While lite, and thought, and being last, Or immortality endures. Happv the man whose hopes rely On Israel's God ; he made the sky, And earth, and seas, wiih all their train His truth for ever stands secure ! He saves th' opprest, he feeds the poor, And none shall find his promise vain. The Lord pours eye-sight on the blind ; The Lord supports the fainting mind : He sends the lab ring conscience peace, He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless, And grants the pris'ner sweet release. 86 THIRTIETH DAY. 4 I'll praise him while he lends me breath, And when my voice is lost in death, Praise shall employ my nobler pow'rs : My days of praise shall ne'er be past, While life, and thought, and being last. Or immortality endures. Second Morning. Fa r above yon glorious cieling Of the azure- vaulted sky, Jesus sits, his love revealing To the splendid troops on high. Hosts seraphic, humbly bowing, At his footstool prostrate fall ; Saints and angels all avowing, God in Christ their all in all. Could we leave our foolish dreaming Of a fancied heav'n below, And see Jesu's glory beaming, How our souls would long to go ! Earth would then by us be spurned, All its vanities subside ; Fuel fitting to be burned, Are its honours, pleasure, pride. From the general conflagration, We should to our refuge fly, Clasp the hope of our salvation, Live in Christ, in Jesus die. We in him our rest regaining, All his blessedness should prove ; THIRTIETH DAY. 87 O'er our foes victorious reigning, Perfected in spotless love. 4 We should for his day be waiting When the full reward is giv'n : When his glorious work compleating, Jesus takes his church to heav'n. Pure from ev'ry stain of nature, There in holiness to shine ; Modell'd like its great Creator, All immortal, all divine. Evening. — Psalm 150. 1 O praise the Lord in that blest place, From whence his goodness largely flows s Praise him in heav'n, where he his face Unveil'd in perfect glory shews. 2 Praise him for all his mighty acts, Which he in our behalf has done; His kindness this return exacts, With which our praise should equal run. 3 Let the shrill trumpet's warlike voice Make rocks and hills his praise rebound, Praise him with harp's melodious noise, And gentle psaltry's silver sound. 4 Let virgin troops soft trimbrels bring, And some with graceful motion dance ; Let instruments of various strings, . With organs join'd, his praise advance. 88 THIRTIETH DAY. 5 Let them who joyful hymns compose To cymbals set their songs of praise; Cymbals of common use, and those That loudly sound on solemn days, £ Let all that vital breath enjoy, The breath he does to them afford, In just returns of praise employ : Let ev'ry creature praise the Lord. PSALMS and HYMNS. PSALM 1. I How bless'd is he who ne'er consent* By ill advice to walk ; Nor stands in sinners' ways nor sits Where men profanely talk i Q But makes the perfect law of God His bus'ness and delight; Devoutly reads therein by day, And meditates by night. 3 Like some fair tree, which, fed by streams, With timely fruit does bend, He still shall flourish, and success All his designs attend. 4 Ungodly men, and their attempts, No lasting root shall find ; Untimely blasted, and dispers'd Like chaff before the wind.- 5 Their guilt shall strike the wicked dumb Before their Judge's face : No formal hypocrite shall then Among the saints have place. 6 For God approves the just man's ways 5 To happiness they tend : But sinners, and the paths they tread : Shall both in ruin end. M 90 PSALMS. rSALM XIII. 1 How long wilt thou forget me, Lord? Must I for ever mourn ? Shall thy devouring jealous rage Like fire for ever burn ? 2 How long shall anxious thoughts my soul, And grief my heart oppress ? How long my enemies insult, And I have no redress ? 3 Oh! hear, and to my longing eyes Restore thy wonted light; Haste thee to help me, lest I sleep In everlasting night. 4 Beneath the shadow of thy wing I find a sure abode ; My lips with triumph shall declare My refuge is in God. 5 Since I have always plac'd my trust Beneath thy mercy's wing, Thy saving health will come, and then My heart with joy shall spring. C Then shall my song, with praise inspir'd, To thee my God, ascend, Who to thy servant in distress Such bounty didst extend. PSALMS. 91 PSALM XVII. i Lord, I am thine: but thou wilt prove My faith, my patience, and my love ; When men of spite against me join, They are the sword, the hand is thine. 2 Their hope and portion lies below ; 'Tis all the happiness they know, 'Tis all they seek : they take their shares, And leave the rest among their heirs. 3 What sinners value, I resign ; Lord, His enough that thou art mine ; I shall behold thy blissful face, And stand complete in righteousness. 4 This life's a dream, an empty show ; But the bright world to which I go Hath joys substantial and sincere : When shall I wake and find me there ? 5 O glorious hour ! O blest abode ! I shall be near, and like my God ! And flesh and sin no more controul The sacred pleasures of my soul. 6 My flesh shall slumber in the ground, Till the last trumpet's joyful sound ; Then burst the chains with sweet surprise, And in my Saviour's image rise. 92 rSALMS. PSALM XX. 1 The Lord to thy request attend, And hear thee in distress ; The name of Jacob's God defend^. And grant thy arms success : 2 To aid thee from on high repair, And strength from Sjon give ; Remember all thy off' rings there, Thy sacrifice receive. 3 To compass thy own hearts desire, Thy counsels still direct ; May kindly all events conspire To bring them to effect. 4 To thy salvation, Lord, for aid We cheerfully repair, With banners in thy name display'd ; " The Lord accept thy pray'r." 5 Our hopes are fix'd, that now the Lord Our Sovereign will defend ; From Heav'n resistless aid afford, And to his pray'r attend. 6 Some trust in steeds for war design'd, On chariots some rely; Against them all we'll call to mind The pow'r of God most high. 7 Still save us, Lord, and still proceed Our rightful cause to bless : Hear, King of heav'n, in times of need, The pray'rs that we address. rsA'LMS. 93 PSALM XXII. t My God, my God, why leav'st thou me, When I with anguish faint ? Oh ! why so far from me remov'd, And from my loud complaint ? £ All day, but all the day unheard, To thee do 1 complain ; With cries implore relief ail night, But cry all night in vain. 3 Yet thou art still the righteous judge Of innocence oppres'd ; And therefore Isr'el's praises are Of right to thee address'd. 4 On thee our ancestors rely'd, And thy deliv'rance found ; With pious confidence they pray'd, And with success were crown'd. 5 Withdraw not then so far from me, When trouble is so nigh ; O send me help ! thy help, on which Alone I can rely. 6 Thus, in thy sacred courts will I My cheerful thanks express, In presence of thy saints perform The vows of my distress. 7 The meek companions of my grief Shall find my table spread ; And all that seek the Lord shall be With joys immortal fed. 91 PSALM a. JSALM XXV. 1 To God in whom I trust I lift my heart and voice ; O ! let me not be put to shame, Nor let my foes rejoice. 2 Those who on thee rely, Let no disgrace attend : Be that the shameful lot of such As wilfully offend. 3 To me thy truth impart, And lead me in thy way : For thou art he that brings me help : On thee I wait all day. 4 Thy mercies, and thy love, O Lord, recall to mind ; And graciously continue still As thou wert ever, kind. 5 Let all my youthful crimes Be blotted out by thee ; And, for thy wondrous goodness' sake, In mercy think on me. $ His mercy and his truth The righteous Lord displays, In bringing wand'ring sinners home, And teaching them his ways. 7 He those injustice guides Who his direction seek ; And in his sacred paths shall lead The humble and the meek. PSALMS. 95 PSALM XXXII. i O blessed souls are they, Whose sins are Cover'd o'er ; Divinely blest, to whom the Lord Imputes their guilt no more. 2 They mourn their follies past. And keep their hearts with care ; Their lips and lives without deceit Shall prove their faith sincere. 3 While I conceal'd my guilt I felt the fest'ring wound; 'Till I confess'd my sins to thee, And ready perdon found. 4 Let sinners learn to pray, Let saints keep near the throne ; Our help in times of deep distress, Is found in God alone. PSALM XXXIII, 1 Rejoice, ye righteous, in the Lord, This work belongs to you : Sing of his name, his ways, his word, How holy, just, and true! 2 His mercy and his righteousness, Let heav'n and earth proclaim ; His works of nature and of grace Reveal his wond'rous name. 96 PSALMS. 3 His wisdom and almighty word The heav'nly arches spread : And by the spirit of the Lord Their shining hosts were made. 4 He bid the liquid waters flow To their appointed deep j The flowing seas their limits know, And their own station keep. 5 Ye tenants of the-spacious earth, With fear before him stand : He spake, and nature took its birth, And rests on his command. G He scorns the angry nation's rage, And breaks their vain designs ; His counsel stands through ev'ry age, And in full glory shines. PSALM xxxiv. 1 Through all the changing scenes of life, In trouble, and in joy, The praises of my God shall still My heart and tongue employ. 2 Of his dehVrance I will boast, Till all that are distrest From my example comfort take, And charm their griefs to rest. 3 O ! make but trial of his love ; Experience will decide, PSALMS. 97 How bless'd they are, and only they, Who in his truth confide. 4 For God from heav'n beholds the just With favourable eyes; And, when distress'd, his gracious ear Is open to their cries : 5 Deliv'rance to his saints he gives, When his relief they crave; He's nigh to heal the broken heart, The contrite soul to save. 6 Fear him ye saints; and you will then Have nothing else to fear : Make you his service your delight : Hell make your wants his care. PSALM XLV. 1 I'll speak the honours of my King; His form divinely fair ; None of the sons of mortal race May with the Lord compare. 2 Sweet is thy speech, and heavn'ly grace Upon thy lips is shed ; Thy God witii blessings infinite Hath crown'd thy sacred head. 3 Gird on thy sword, victorious Prince ! Ride with majestic sway ; Thy terror shall strike thro' thy foes, And make the world obey. 98 PSALMS. 4 Thy throne, O God, for ever stands; Thv word of grace shall prove A peaceful sceptre in thy hands, To rule thv saints by love. 5 Justice and (ruth attend thee still, But mercy is Ihy choice ; And God, thy God, thy soul shall fill With most peculiar joys. PSALM XLVI. 1 God is the refuge of his saints, When storms of sharp distress invade ; Ere we can offer our complaints Behold him present with his aid. 2 Let mountains from their seats be hurl'd Down to the deep and bury'd there j Convulsions shake the solid world, Our faith shall never yield to fear. 3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar, In sacred peace our souls abide ; While ev'ry nation, ev'ry shore, Trembles and dreads the swelling tide. 4 There is a stream whose gentle flow Supplies the city of our God ! Life, love, and joy, still gliding thro' And wat'ring our divine abode. 5 That sacred stream, thine holy word, That all our raging fear controuls : Sweet peace thy promises afford, And give new strengh to fainting souls. rsALMS. 99 € Sion enjoys her monarch's love, Secure against a threat'ning hour; Nor can her firm foundations move, Built on his truth, and arm'd with pow'r. PSALM XLVIII. 1 Far as thy name is known, The world declares thy praise ; Thy saints, O Lord, before thy throne, Their songs of honour raise. 2 With joy let Judah stand On Sion's chosen hill, Proclaim the wonders of thy hand, And counsels of thy will. 3 Let strangers walk around The city where we dwell, Compass and view thine holy ground, And mark the building well ; 4 The orders of thy house, The worship of thy court, The cheerful songs, the solemn vows j And make a fair report. 5 How decent and how wise ! How glorious to behold ! Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes And rites adorn'd with gold. 100 PSALMS. 6 The God we worship now, Will guide us till we die; Will be our God while here below, And our's above the sky. PSALM LI. 1 O God of mercy, hear my call, My load of guilt remove; Break, down this separating wall That bars me from thy iove. 2 Give me the presence of thy grace; Then my rejoicing tongue Shall speak aloud thy righteousness, And make thy praise my song. 3 No blood of goafs nor heifers slain, For sin could e er atone ; The death of Christ shaii still remain Sufficient and alone. 4 A soul opprest with sin's desert, My God will neer despise; An ncniblr gro*n. a bioken heart, is our best sacrifice. PSALM LXV. 1 Fok thee, O God, our constant prai' In Sion waits, thy chosen seat : Our promis'd altars there we'll raise, And all our zealous vows complete. PSALMS. 101 2 From out ihy unexhausted store Thv rain relieves the thirsty ground : Makes lands, that barren were before, With corn and useful fruits abound. 3 Thy goodness does the circling year With fresh returns of plenty crown ; And where thv glorious paths appear, Thy fruitful clouds drop fatness down. 4 They drop on barren forests, chang'd By them to pastures fresh and green : The hills about, in order rancr'd, In beauteous robes of joy are seen. 5 Large flocks the cheerful down adorn, At thy command the vallevs bring A plenteous crop of full-ear'd corn, And seems, for jov, to shout and sing. PSALM LXXXtV. 1 How pleasant, how divinely fair, O Lord ot hobts, thy dwellings are! With long desire my spirit faints, To meet m' assemblies of thy saints. 2 My tlesh would rest in thine abode, My paming heart cries out for God; My God! my King' why should I be So far from all my joys and thee? 3 Blest are the saints who sit on high, Around thv =hrone or majest> ; Thy brighrest glories shine above, And all their work is praise and love, 102 PSALMS. 4 Blest are the touls that find a place Within the temple of thy grace ; There they behold thy gentler rays, And seek thy face, and learn thy praise. 5 Blest are the men whose hearts are set To find the way to Zion's gate, God is their strength, and thro' the road They lean upon their helper, God. 6 Cheerful they walk with growing strength, Till all shall meet in heav'n at length, Till all before thy face appear, And join in nobler worship there. PSALM LXXXIX. 1 Thy mercies, Lord, shall be my song, My song on them shall ever dwell j To ages yet unborn my tongue, Thy never-failing truth shall tell. 2 I have affirm'd, and still maintain, Thy mercy shall for ever last ; Thy truth, that does Ihe heav'ns sustain, Like them shall stand for ever fast. 3 For such stupendous truth and love Both heav n and earth just praises owe; By choirs of angels sung above, And by assembled saints below. PSALMS. 103 PSALM xcr. 1 He that hath made his refuge God, Shall find a most secure abode; Shall walk all day beneath his shade, And there at night shall rest his head. 2 Then will I say, "My God, thy pow'r Shall be my fortress and my tow'r : I, that am form'd of feeble dust, Make thine almighty arm my trust." 3 Thrice happy man ! thy Maker's care Shall keep thee from the fowler's snare ; Satan, the fowler, who betrays Unguarded souls a thousand ways. 4 Just as a hen protects her brood From birds of prey that seek their blood, Under her feathers ; so the Lord Makes his own arm his people's guard. 5 If burning beams of noon conspire To dart a pestilential fire, God is their life, his wings are spread, . To shield them with an healthful shade. 6 If vapours with malignant breath Rise thick, and scatter midnight death, Isr'ei is safe ; the poison'd air Grows pure, if Isr'ePs God be there. 101 PSALMS. rSALM XCII. 1 Sweet is the work, my God, my King, To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing; To shew thy love by morning light, And talk or all thy truth by night. 2 Svvett is the day of sacred rest, No mortal care shall seize my breast; O may my heart in tune he found; Like David's harp, of solemn sound. 3 In thee mv heart shall triumph Lord, And bless thy works, and bless thy word : Thy works of grace, how bright they shine! How deep thy counsels! how divine 1 4 O may I see, and hear, and know, What mortals cannot reach below f And all my pow rs find sweet employ In that eternal world or joy. psalm xcrn. 1 With glory clad, with strength array'd, The Lord, that o'er all nature reigns, The world's foundations strongly laid, And the vast fabric still sustains. 2 How surely 'stablish'd is thy throne, Which shall no change or period see ! For thou. O Lord, and thou alone, Ait God from all eternity. PSALMS. 105 3 The floods to heav'n lift up their voice, And toss the troubled waves on high; But God above can still their noise, And make the angry sea comply. 4 Thy promise, Lord, is ever sure ; And they that in thy house would dwell, That happy station to secure, Must still in holiness excel. FSALM CXII. 1 That man is bless'd who stands in awe Of God, and loves his sacred law, His seed on earth shall be renown'd, And with successive honours crown'd. 2 His house, the seat of wealth, shall be An inexhausted treasury; His justice, free from all decay, Shall ble ssings to his heirs convey. 3 The soul that's fill'd with virtue's light, Shines brightest in affliction's night, 111 tidings never can surprise His heart that fix'd on God relies. 4 His lib'ral favours he extends ; To some he gives, to others lends; To pity the distress'd inclin'd, As well as just to all mankind, o 106 MALMS. 5 Beset with threat'ning dangers round : Unmov'd shall he maintain his ground : The sweet remembrance of the just Shall flouruh when he sleeps in dust. -©♦OB- PSALM CXVIII. 1 This is the day the Lord hath made, He calls the hours his own ; Let heav'n rejoice, let earth be glad, And praise surround the throne. 2 To-day he rose and left the dead, And Satan's empire fell ; To-day the saints his triumph spread, And all his wonders tell. 3 Hosannah to th' anointed king, To David's holy son ! Help us., O Lord ; descend and bring Salvation from the throne. 4 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men With messages of grace ; Who comes in God the Father's name, To save our sinful race. 5 Hosannah in the highest strains The church on earth can raise ; The highest heav'ns in which he reigns, Shall give him nobler praise. PSALMS. 107 PSALM CXIX. 1 Father, I bless thy gentle hand ; How kind was thy chastising rod, That forc'd my conscience to a stand, And brought my wand'ring soul to God. 2 Foolish and vain, I went astray ; Ere I had felt thy scourges, Lord, I left my guide, and lost my way ; But now I love and keep thy word, 3 'Tis good for me to wear the yoke, For pride is apt to rise and swell; 'Tis good to bear my father's stroke, That I might learn his statutes well. 4> The law that issues from thy mouth, Shall raise my cheerful passions more Than all the treasures of the south, Or western hills of golden ore. 5 Thy hands have made my mortal frame, Thy spirit form'd my soul within ; Teach me to know thy wondrous name, And guard me safe from death and sin. 6 Then all that love and fear the Lord, At my salvation shall rejoice ; For I have hoped in thy word, And made thy grace my only choice, 10b PSALMS. * PSALM CXXI. 3 Up to the hills I lift mine eyes, Th' eternal hills beyond the skies ; Thence all her help my soul derives; There my almighty refuge lives. 2 He lives, the everlasting God, That built the world, that spread the flood j. The heav'ns with all their hosts he made, And the dark regions of the dead. 3 He guides our fetty he guards our way, His morning smiles bless all the day : He spreads the ev'ning veil, and keeps The silent hours while Isr'el sleeps. 4 Ssr'el, a name divinely blest, May rise secure, securely rest ; Thy holy Guardian's wakeful eyes Admit no slumber nor surprise. 5 No sun shall smite thy head by day, Nor the pale moon with sickly rav Shall blast thy couch : no baleful star Dart his malignant fire irom far. 6 On thee foul spirits have no pow'r; And in thy last departing hour, Angels, that trace the airy road, Shall bear thee homeward to thy God. PSALMS. 109 PSALM CXXXIII. 1 How vast must (heir advantage be t How great their pleasure prove! Who live like brethren^ and consent In offices of love. 2 True love is like that precious oil, Which, pour'd on Aaron's head, Ran down his beard, and o'er his robes Its costly moisture shed. 3 'Tis like refreshing dew, that does On Hermon's top distil ; Or like the early drops that fall On Sion's fruitful hill. 4 For Sion is the chosen seat, Where the Almighty King The promis'd blessing has ordain'd, And life's eternal spring. PSALM CXLI. 1 My God, accept my early vows, Like morning incense in thy house,, And let my nightly worship rise Sweet as the evening sacrifice. 2 Walch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord, From ev'ry rash and heedless word j Nor let my feet incline to tread The guilty path where sinners lead* 110 PSALMS. 3 O may the righteous when I stray, Smite and reprove my wand'ring way ! Their gentle words like ointment shed, Shall never bruise, but cheer my head, 4 When I behold them prest with gfief, I'll cry to heav'n for their relief ; And by my warm petitions prove How much I prize their faithful love. PSALM CXLV. 1 Sweet is the mem'ry of thy grace, My God, my heav'nly King; Let age to age thy righteousness In sounds of glory sing. 2 God reigns on high, but not confines His goodness to the skies ; Thro' the whole earth his bounty shines, And ev'ry want supplies. 3 With longing eyes thy creatures wait On thee for daily food ; Thy lib'ral hand provides their meat, And fills their mouths with good. 4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord, How slow thine anger moves ; But soon he sends his pard'ning word, To cheer the souls he loves. PSALMS. Ill Creatures, with all their endless race, Thy pow'r and praise proclaim ; But saints, that taste thy richer grace, Delight to bless thy name. 112 HYMNS. HYMN I. 1 To the cross I turn me sighing, Jesus view for sinners dying, Rack'd with doleful agony. Was e'er sorrow like his sorrow ? Would I weep ? from hence I'll borrow Tears of duteous sympathy. 2 Yet, my Saviour's tribulation Pays the price of my salvation, Bids my streaming eyes be dry; By his stripes my wounds are healed, By his blood my pardon sealed, Now, my soul, thou shalt not die. 3 On the cross he groans extended — Love and grief thus sweetly blended, Kindred grief and love impart : Henceforth, for thy sorrow mourning, And thy love with love returning, Lord ! to thee I yield my heart. HYMNS. 115 HYMN II. 1 When I read the contradiction, Christ endur'd my. soul to gain; Gaze upon the crucifixion j Shall I of the cross complain ! Let not, Lord, thy sore affliction Have been borne for me in vain. 2 Lo ! upon the tree extended, Jesus bows his dying head ; Bears the wrath of God offended ; Suffers in the sinner's stead. Now thy days of woe are ended, 'Twas for thee, my soul he bled. 3 E'en in death, his love was sealed To the lost repentant thief : By his stripes our wounds were healed ; Joy obtained by his grief. Lord, thy grace, to me revealed, Gives thy mourning child relief. 4 After earth's deceitful pleasure Never more my heart shall rove-: Farewell ev'ry worldly treasure 1 Now my treasure is above : I shall draw, in plenteous measure, From the fountain-head of love. 5 Praise henceforth and adoration To the throne of grace I'll bring? 114 HYMNS. Hail, O Israel's consolation ! Let each ransom'd sinner sing T Hail thou God of our salvation ! Hail, O Prophet, Priest, and King ! HYMN III. 1 God of mv lift, to thee belong The thankful heart, the grateiul song; TouchM by thy love each tuneful chord, Resounds the goodness oi the Lord. 2 Thou hast preserved my fleeting breath, And chas'd the gloomy shades of death, The venom'd arrows vainly fly, When God our great deliverer's nigh. 3 Yet why, dear Lord, this fender care, Why does thy hand so kindly rear, An useless cumbrer of the ground, On which no pleasant fruits are found ? 4 Still may *he barren fig-free stand, And cultivated by thy hand, Verdure, and bloom, and fruit afford, Meet tribute to its bounteous Lord. b So shall thy praise employ my breath Thro' life ; and in the arms of death, My soul the pleasant theme prolong ; Then rise to aid th' angelic song. HYMNS. 115 HYMN IV. 1 O let me, heav'nly Lord, extend My view to life's approaching end; Instructed by thy wisdom, learn How soon my fabric shall return To earth — and in the silent tomb, Its seat of lasting rest assume. 2 What are my days ! (a span their line) And what my age compar'd with thine f Our life advancing to its close, While scarce it's earliest dawn it knows: Swift like a fleeting shade we run, • And vanity and man are one. 3 God of my father's, here, as they, I walk the pilgrim of a day A transient guest, thy works admire, And instant to my home retire: Where shall I then my refuge see ? On whom repose my hope but thee? 4- Before thy throne my knees I bend ! To thee my ceaseless pray'rs ascend : " O spare me, LorJ, a while, O spare; My strength renew, m> heart pivpare, Ere life's short circuit wander \i o'er, I perish and am seen no more." 116 HYMNS, HYMN V. 1 Our Lord is risen from the dead, Our Jesus is gone up on high, The pow'rs of hell are captive led, Dragg'd to the portals of the sky. 2 There his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chaunt Ihe solemn lay ; " Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates, Ye everlasting doors, give way 1 , 3 Loose all your bars of massy light, And wide unfold th' etherial scene : He claims those mansions as his right, Receive the king of glory in." 4 " Who is the king of glory, who ?" " The Lord, who all his foes o'ercame, The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew, And Jesus is the conq'ror's name." 5 Lo ! his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chaunt the solemn lay : " Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates ; Ye everlasting doors, give way." 6 " Who is the king of glory, who ?" " The Lord of glorious pow'r possest, The king of saints and angels too, God over all for ever blest." HYMNS. 117 HYMN VI. I O God, how endless is thy love! Thy gifts are ev'ry ev'ning new ; And morning mercies from above, Gently distil like early dew. 2. Thou spread'st the curtain of the night, Great guardian of our sleeping hours ; Thy sovVeign word restores the light, And quickens all our drowsy pow'rs. 3 Lord, may we yield to thy command, To thee still consecrate our days ! Perpetual blessings from thine hand Demand perpetual songs of praise. HYMN VII. 1 Praise ye the Lord : 'tis good to raise Our hearts and voices in his praise ; His nature and his works invite, To make this duty our delight. 2 He form'd the stars, those heav'nly flames, He counts their number?, calls their names j His wisdom's vast and knows no bound, A deep, where all our thoughts are drown'd. 3 Great is the Lord, and great his might, And ail his glories, infinite: He crowns the meek, rewards the just. And treads the wicked to the dust. 118 HYMNS. 4 His saints are lovely in his sight, He views his children with delight : He sees their hopes, he knows their fear, Beholds and loves his image there. 5 Praise God from whom all blessings flow, Praise him all creatures here below ! Praise him above, ye heav'nly host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. HYMN VIII. 1 He is a God of sov'reign love Who promis'd heav'n to me, And taught my thoughts to soar above Where happy spirits be. 2 Prepare me, Lord, for thy right hand, Then come the joyful day ! Come death, and come celestial band, To bear my soul away. 3 Then my beloved, take my soul Up to thy blest abode ; Thai, face to face, I may behold My Saviour and my God. HYMN IX. 1 Awake our souls, away our fears, Let ev'ry trembling thought be gone, Awake and run the heav'nly race, And put a cheerful courage on. HYMNS. 119 2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny road, And mortal, spirits tire and faint ; But we forget the mighty God, Who feeds the streng tti of ev'ry saint. 3 Almighty God, thy matchlets pow'r Is ever new, and ever young; And firm endures, while endless years Their everlasting circles run 4 From thee, the overflowing spring, .Believers drink a fresh supply, While such as trust their native strength, Shall fade away, and droop, and die. 3 Swift as an eagle cuts the air, . O may we mount to thine abode ! On wings of love, to Jesus fly, Nor tire amidst the heav'nly road. HYMN" x. 1 Awake, and sing the song Of Moses and the Lang; 44 Peace on eann, and mercy mild; " God and sinners reconcil'd ;** Joyful, all ye nations, rise, Join tne tnuraphs or the skies, VV nh ill' angelic host proclaim, '* Christ is born in Bethlehtm.* OCCASIONAL. 153 2 Christ, by highest heav'n ador'd, Christ, the everlasting Lord ; Late in time behold him come, Offspring of a virgin's womb : Veil'd in flesh, the Godhead see, Hail tii' incarnate Deity ! Pleas'd, as man, with men V appear, Jesus our Immanuel here. 3 Hail, the heav'n-born Prince of Peace, Hail, the Sun of Righteousness ! Light and life to all he brings, Ris'n with healing in his wings; Mild, he lays his glory by, Born, that man no more mav die, Born to raise the sons of earth, Born to give them second birth. 4 Come, desire of nations, come, Fix in us thy humble home ; Rise, the woman's conqu'iing seec?| Bruise in us the serpent's head : Adam's likeness now t fface, Stamp thine image in its place j Second Adam from above, Reinstate us in thy love. 154 OCCASIONAL. FOR A PUBLIC FAST. 1 See, gracious God, before thy throne Thy mourning people bend ! 'Tis on thy sov'reign grace alone Our humble hopes depend. Q Tremendous judgments from thy hand, Thy dreadful pow'r display ; Yet mercy spares this guilty land, And stili we live to pray. 3 Great God! and why is Britain spar'd, Ungrateful as we are ! O make thy awful warnings heard, While mercy cries, " forbear." 4 O turn us, turn us, gracious Lord, By thine ai mighty grace ; Then shall our hearts obey thy word And humbly seek thy face. 5 Then should insulting foes invade, We shall not sink in fear; Secure of never failing aid, If God, our God be near. SACRAMENTAL HYMNS. Come, (hou high and lofty Lord! Lowly, meek, incarnate word ! Humbly stoop to earth again : Come, and visit abject man ! Jesu, dear expected guest ! Thou art bidden to the feast : For thyself our hearts prepare ! Come, and sit, and banquet there* Jesu, we the promise claim : We are met in thy great name ; In the midst do thou appear, Manifest thy presence here ! Sanctify us, Lord, and bless ! Breathe thy Spirit, give thy peace; Thou thyself within us move : Make our feast a feast of love. Make us all in thee compleat ; Make us ail for plory meet S Meet t' appear before ihy sight, Partners with the saints in light : Call, O call us each by name To the marriage of the Lamb : Let us lean upon thv breast ! Love be there our endless feast ! I Where two or three, with sweet accord, Obedient to their sov'reign Lord, 156 SACRAMENTAL. Meet to recount his acts of grace, And offer solemn pray'r and praise : 2 " There," says the Saviour, " will I be, " Amid this little company ; u To them unveil my smiling face, " And shed my glories round the place." 3 We meet at thy command, dear Lord, Relying on thy faithful word : Now send thy Spirit from above, Now fill our hearts with heav'nly love. 1 Sinners, obey the gospel-word ! Haste to the supper of the Lord : Be wise to know your gracious day, All things are ready j come away.' Q Ready the Father is to own, And kiss his late returning son : Ready your gracious Saviour stands, And spreads for you his bleeding hands. 3 Ready the Spirit of his love, Just now the stony heart to move : T* apply, and witness with his blood, And wash, and seal, the sons of God. 4 Come then, ye sinners, to your Lord, In Christ to Paradise restor'd, His proffer'd benefits embrace, The plenitude of gospel grace. SACRAMENTAL. 157 9 A pardon written with his blood, The favour, and the peace of God j The seeing eye, the feeling sense, The mystic joys of penitence : 6 The godly grief, the pleasing smart, The meltings of a broken heart ! The tears that tell your sins forgiv'n :' The sighs that waft your souls to heav'n : 7 The guileless shame, the sweet distress, Th' unutterable tenderness : The genuine, meek humility : The wonder, " why such love to me V 3 Th' o'erwhelming pow'r of saving grace^ The sight that veils the seraph's face : The speechless awe that dares not move, And all the silent heav'n of love. DISMISSION. Sometimes a light surprises, page 8 j or Come, ye that love the Lord, page ]| or Some sweet savour of thy favour Shed abroad in ev'ry heart : Heav'n waid as to thee we go Leaving guilt and fear below : Blessing, praising without ceasing, Eid us, Lord, depart. or 1 This, this is the God we adore, Our faithful unchangeable friend ; Whose love is as great as his powV, And neither knows measure nor end, 2 'Tis Jesus the first and the last, Whose spirit shall guide us safe home ; We'll praise him for all that is past, And trust him for all that's to comt. or 1 May the grace of Christ our Saviou^ And the Father's boundless love, With the holy Spirit's favour, Rest upon us from above. 2 Thus may we abide in union With each other, and the Lord ; And possess, in sweet communion, Joys which earth can not afford. INDEX, Alas ! and did my Saviour bleed As new born babes desire the breast Awake and sing the song Awake our souls, away our fears Before Jehovah's awful throne Begone unbelief Blest are the souls that hear and know Blest be the Faiher and his love Blow, ye the trumpet, blow Children of the heav'nly king Christ the Lord, is ris'n to-day Come, Holy Ghost ; Creator, come Come, Holy Spirit, Heav'nly Dove Come let us anew Come let us join Come, thou fount of ev'ry blessing Come, ihou high and lofty Lord Come, ye that love the Lord Compar'd with Christ in all beside Erect your heads, eternal gates Far above yon glorious ceiling Far as thy name is known Far ln>m die world, O Lord, I flee Father, 1 bless thy gentle hand Father of Heav'n! whose gracious hand For thee, O God, our constant praise From ail that dwell below the SKies From lowest depths of woe Glory to thee, my God, this night God is the refuge of his saints God moves in a mysterious way God of mv life, to thee oelong Go worship at Immanuel's feet PACE. TUNE. 144 St. Cuthbert 227 Weston Favel 119 Mount Ephr. 1 1 3 Ellen 44 Proper 100 52 Hanover 43 Carlisle 141 Suffolk 138 Ports, new 43 Hull 147 Sicil. Marin, 149 Ashley 150 Hatfield 143 125 Weston Favel 27 Canterbury 154 Sicii. Marin. 14 Solway 7 Weston ,Favel 17 Doncaster 86 Canterbury 99 Mount Eph 150 Univers. tune 107 Surrey 56 Islington 100 Suffolk 35 Stephenson 78 Galiaway 58 Suffolk 98 Proper 100 131 B rods worth 1 14 Surrey €2 Stephen-son 160 INDEX. Gracious Lord, with mercy beaming Great Gcd ! what do I see and hear Happy the heart where graces reign Hark, my soul, it is the Lord Hark, the herald angels sing Have mercy, Lord, on tue He dies, the friend of sinners dies He is a God of sov' reign love He's blest, whose sins have pardon gain'd He that hath made his refuge God Holy Lord God! I love thy truth Hosannah to the Prince of light How bless'd is he who ne'er consents How blest thy creature is, O God How long wilt thou forget me, Lord How pleasant, how divinely fair ! How sweet the name of Jesus sounds How vast must their advantage be I'll praise my Maker while I've breath- I'll speak the honours of my king I strive each action to approve I thirst, but not as once I did I waited meekly for the Lord I will praise thee ev'ry day Jesu, my Saviour, in thy face Jesus ! and thall it ever be ftsus ! lover of my soul ' fesus ! thou art my righteousness ] esus 1 thy blood and righteousness Jesus ! where'er thy people meet oin all the glorious names Laden vtith guilt, and full of fears Lst earth and heav'n agree Lo ! he comes with clouds descending Lord, art thou all-seeing ? Lord, hear the voice of my complaint JLoid, I am thine ; but thou wilt prove 9 Helms! ey 140 Luth. Hymn 54 Sheffield 25 Sieil. Marin. 132 Hull 30 Gattaway 35 Kent 118 Sheffield 19 Kensington 103 Stephenson 132 Rockingham 14S Irish 89 Carlisle 132 Wakefield 90 St Cuthbert 101 Kensington 133 Brunswick 109 Univer. tune 85 Holden 97 Irish 1 1 Cumberland 134 Kent 24 Mecklenburg .64 Hull 121 Islington 40 Leeds 12 Hotham 120 Irish 28 Leeds 37 Islington 31 Ports, new 48 Bedford 68 Ports, new 74 Helmsley 50 Portuguese 6 Brunswick 91 Kent INDEX. Lord of Hosts, how lovely fair Lord of the Sabbath, hear our vows Lord, we adore thy dark designs Lord, what a wretched land is this Lord, what is man ! extremes how widt Lord, when we bend before thy throne Lord, when we creation scan Love divine, all loves excelling May the grace of Christ our SavicOUF My former hopes are rled My God, accept my early vows My God, how perfect are thy ways My God, my God, why leav'st thou me My God, the spring of all my joys My sou), inspir'd with sacred love No change of times shall ever shock Not all the blood of beasts Now begin the heav'nly theme O blessed souls are they O come, loud anthems let us sing O for a heart to praise my God O God ! how endless is thy love O God ! my heart is fix'd,. 'tis bent O God of hosts ! the mighty Lord O God of mercy ! hear my call O God ! our help in ages past Oh ! for a closer walk with God Oh ! if my soul was form'd for woe O let me, heav'nly Lord, extend O Lord, my best desire fulfil O Lord; thy meicy my sure hope O praise the Lord, and thou my soul O praise the Lord in that blest place O praise ye the Lord O render thanks to God above O thou to whom all creatures bow O thou to whose all-searching sight O thou who earnest from above O 'twas a joyful sound to hear 161 5 Hotham 4 Surrey 121 Kensington 70 St. Cuthbert 135 Kensington 3 Univers.tune 16 Sicil. Marin. 20 Canterbury 157 58 Gallway 109 Suffolk 129 Lincoln 93 Brunswick 78 Cumberland 57 Kent 13 Proper 100 23 Gallway 73 Hull 95 Gallway 55 Surrey 38 Ephraim 117 Fambridge 33 Rockingham 46 Weston Favel 100 Brunswick 51 Huddersfield 34 Ephraim 146 Bedford 115 Luth, hymri 136 Cumberland 22 Kent 38 Broadsworth 87 Sutfolk 39 Hanover 62 Rockingham 7 Hatfield 60 Islington 151 Kensington ^3 Sakm 162 INDEX. Our days, alas ! our mortal days 49 Brodsworth Our Lord is ris'n from the dead 1 1 6 Mecklenburg O what shall I do my Saviour to praise 32 Hanover Plung'd in a gulph of dark, despair 72 Eedford Praise God, from whom all blessings flow 142 Praise ye the Lord : 'tis good to raise 117 Suffolk Rejoice, the Lord is king 26 Ports, new Rejoice, ye righteous, in the Lord 95 Wakefield Rise, my soul, ana stretch thy wings 122 Salvation! O the joyful sound 41 Ashley See, gracious God, before thy throne 154 Sing we praises to the Lord 61 Triumph Sinners, obey the gospel word 156 Fambridge Some sweet savour of thy favour 158 Sometimes a light surprises 156 Stand up, my soul, shake off thy fears 66 Ellen Suiely Christ thy griefs hath borne 145 Popish Sweei is the mem'ry of thy grace 1 10 Eden Sweet is the work, my God, my King 104 Fambridge That man is blest who stands in awe 105 Rockingham The heav'ns declare ihy glory, Lord 15 Cumberland Thee we adore, eternal name 67 Lincoln The Lord is only my support 16 Univers. tune The Lord to thy request attend 92 Eden The Lord who made both heav'n and earth 28 Brunswick There is a fountain fill'd with blood 45 Eden There is a lano of pure delight 80 VVakefield The whole creation can arlord 63 Kensington This is the day the Lord hath made 106 Sheffield This, this is the God we adore 158 Thou dear Redeemer, dying Lamb 123 Cumberland Thou hidden love of God, whose height I 77 Luth. hymn Thou, Lord, by strictest starch hast known 82 Rockingham Through ail the changing scenes of life 96 Hatfield Thy mercies. 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