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10 Thor my God, thy righteous
Mystrong deliverance, and my shield;
n him I trust, whose matchless power Makes to my sway fierce nations yield. | Lord, what’s in man, that thou shouldst love Of him such tender care to take? What in his offspring could thee move Such great account of him to make : The life of man docs quickly fade, His thoughts but empty are and vain, Iis days are like a flying shade, Of whose short stay no signs remain. In solemn state, O God, descend, Whilst heaven its lofty head inclines; he samoking hills asunder rend, Of thy approach the awful signs. Discharge thy awful lightnings round, And make thy scatter'd foes retreat; hem with thy pointed arrow's wound, And their destruction soon complete. 8 Do thou, O Lord, from heaven engage Thy boundless power my foes to quell, nd snatch me from the stormy rage Of threatening waves, that proudly swell. ght thou against my foreign foes, Who utter speeches false and vain; ho, though in solemn leagues they close, Their sworn engagements me tain. So I to thee, O King of kings, 'n new-made hymns my voice shall raise, d instruments of many strings shall help she thus to sing thy praise: • God does to kings his aid afford, To them his sure salvation sends; "is he that from the murdering sword His servant David still defends.”
Who, though in solemn leagues they
Well planted in some fruitful place; Our daughters shall like pillars show, Design'd some royal court to grace. 13 Qur' garners fill'd with various store, Shall us and ours with plenty feed; Our sheep, increasing more and more, Shall thousands and ten thousands breed. 14 Strong shall our labouring oxen grow, Nor in their constant labour faint; Whilst we no war nor slavery know, And in our streets hear no complaint. 15. Thrice happy is that people's case, Whose various bfessings thus abound; Who God's true worship still embrace, And are with his protection crown'd. PSALM, CYLV. HEE J will bless, my God and King, Thy endless praise proclaim; This tribute daily I will bring, And ever bless thy name. 3 Thou, Lord, beyond compare art great, And highly to be praised; Thy Majesty, with boundless height, Above our knowledge raised. 4 Renown'd for mighty acts, thy fame To future time extends; From age to age thy glorious name Successively descends. 5, 6 Whilst Ithy glory and renown, And wondrous works express, The world with methy might shall own, And thy great power confess. 7 The praise that to thy love belongs, They shall with joy proclaim; Thy truth of all their grateful songs Shall be the constant theme. 8 The Lord is good; fresh acts of grace His pity still supplies; His anger moves with slowest pace, His willing mercy fligs. 9, 10 Thy love through earth extends its fame, To all thy works exprest; These show thy praise, whilst thy great Ilanne Is by thy servants blest. 11 They, with a glorious prospect fired, Shall of thy kingdoms speak; And thy great power, by all admired, Their lofty subject make. 12 God’s glorious works of ancient date Shall thus to all be known; And thus his kingdom's royal state
Fight thou against my foreign foes,
With public splendour shown.
73 PSALM 146, 147.
13 His steadfast throne, from changes
8 By him the blind receive their sight
Praise the Lord with hymnsoo And celebrate his fame; For pleasant, good, and omely *tis To praise his holy name. 2 Hij holy city Godwill build, Though levell'd with the ground; Bring back his people, though disperiod Through all the nations round. 3, 4 He kindly heals the brokenhearts, And all their wounds does close; He tells the number of the stars, Their several names he knows. 5,6 Great is the Lord, and greathis power, IIis wisdom has no bound; The meek he raises, and throws down The wicked to the ground. 7 To God, the Lord, a hymn of praise With gratosul voices sing; - To songs ostriumph tune th. harp, And strike each warbling string. . 8 He covers heaven with clouds, and thence Refreshing rain bestows; Through him, on mountain tops, the grass With wondrous plenty grows. 9 He savage beasts, that loosely range, With timely food supplies; | He feeds the raven's tenderbrood, And stops their hungry cries. 10 He values not the warlike steed, But does his strength disdain; The mimble foot, that swiftly runs, No prize from him can gain. 11 but he to him that fears his name His tender love extends; To him that on his boundlessgrace With steadfast hope depen 12, 13 Let Sion and Jerusalem To God their praise address; Who fenced their gates with masthas, And does their children bless: . . 14, 15 Through all their bordershegives
Is done as soon as said. . . . . . "
11, 12 Let all of royal birth, With those of humbler frame, And judges of the earth, His matchless praise proclaim: In this design, Let youths with maids, And hoary heads With children join. 13 United zeal be shown, His wondrous fame to raise, Waose glorious name alone Deserves our endless praise: ; Earth's utmost ends His power obey; Ilis glorious sway The sky transcends. 14 His chosen saints to grace, He sets them up on high, And favours Israel's race, Who still to him are migh: Otherefore raise Your grateful voice, And still rejoice The Lord to praise.
Praiseye the Lord, Prepare yourglad voice, II is praise in the great Assembly to sing: In our great Creator Let Israel rejoice; And children of Sion Be glad in their King. 3,4 Letthem his great naume Extol in the dance; With timbrel and harp His praises express; Who always takes pleasure His saints to advance, And with his salvation The humble to bless. 5, 6 With glory adorn'd, His people shall sing To God, who their beds With safety does shield; Their mouths fill'd with praises Of him their great King; Whilst a two-edged sword Their right hand shall wield; 7, 8 Just vengeance to take For injuries past; To punish those lands For ruin design'd; With chains, as their captives, To tie their kings fast, With fetters of iron, Their nobles to bind. 9 Thus shall they make good, When them they destroy, The dreadful decree
6 Large flakes of snow, like fleecy wool, Lescend at his command; und hoary frost, like ashes spread, Is scatter'd o'er the land. 7 When, join'd to these, he does his hail In little morsels break, Who can against his piercing cold Secure defences make 2 ; Iłe sends his word, which melts the ice; He makes his wind to blow; nd soon the streams, congeal’d before, In plentcous currents slow. By him his statutes and decrees To Jacob's sons were shown; md still to Israel's chosen seed His righteous laws are known. | No other nation this can boast; Nor did he e'er afford heathen lands his oracles, And knowledge of his word.
E boundless realms of joy, Exaltyour Maker’s fame; spraise your song employ yove the starry srame: Your voices raise, Ye Cherubin, And Seraphim, To sing his praise. 4 Thou moon, that rul'st the might, ld sun, that guid'st the day, glittering stars of light, him your homage pay: His praise declare, Ye heavens above, And clouds that move In liquid air. 3 Let them adore the Lord, ld praise his holy name, whose Almighty word ey all from nothing came: And all shall last, From changes free; His firm decree Stands ever fast. 3 Let earth her tribute pay, aise him ye dreadful whales, d fish that through the sea ide swift with glittering scales; | Fire, hail, and snow, And misty air, Mind winds that, where He bids them, blow. o' By hills and mountains, all | teful concert join'd; cedars stately tall, d trees for fruit design'd; Iły every beast, And creeping thing, And fowl of wing,
His name be blest.
Which God does proclaim:
. 6 Let all that vital breath enjoy,
O Praise the Lord in that blest place, From whence his goodness largely flows; Praise him in heaven, where he his face, Unveil'd, in perfect glory shows. 2 Praise him for all the 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 psalt'ry’s silver sound. 4 Let virgin troops soft timbrels bring, And some with graceful motion dance; Let instruments of various string, With organsjcin'd, his praise advance. 5 Let them who joyful lymns compose, To cymbals set their songs of praise; Cymbals of common use, and those That loudly sound on solemn days.
The breath he does to them afford, Injust returns of praise employ: Let every creature praise the Lord.
GLORIA PATRI. Common Measure.
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God whom we adore,
Beglory, as it was, is now,
The Song of the Angels. For the Nativity of our blessed Lord and Saviour. Luke, ii. verse 8–15. 7"HILE shepherds watch'd their flocks by night, All seated on the ground, The angel of the Lord came down, And glory shome around. 2 * Fear not,” said he, for mighty dread Had seized their troubled mind; * Glad tidings of great joy I bring * To you, and all mankind. 3 * To you, in David’s town, this day * Is born, of David’s line, * The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord ; “And this shall be the sign: 4 * The Heavenly Babe you there shall sind. • To human view display’d, All meanly wrapp'd in swathing bands, • And in a manger laid.’ 5 Thus spake the Seraph, and forthwith Appear'd a shining throng Of Angels, praising God, who thus Address'd their joyful song: ; : All glory be to God on high, • And to the earth be peace; Good-will, henceforth, from heaven to men, * Begin, and never cease.”
The Song of Men responsive to the Song of the Angels.
TIILE Angels thus, O Lord, rejoice, Shall men no anthem raise? } may we lose these useless tongues, When we forget to praise! : Th cm let us swell responsive motes, And join the heavenly throng; Tor angels no such love have known As we, to wake their song. Good-will to sinful dust is shown, And peace on earth is given; For lo! th’ incarnate Saviour comes with news of joy from heaven : Mercy and truth, with sweet accord, His rising beams adorn; et heaven and earth in concert sing, • The promised child is born P Glory to God in highest strains, Hoy highest worlds is paid ; e glory, them, by us proclaim’d, And by our lives display’d;
6 Till we attain thqse blissful realms
Fi OM whence these direful omens round, Which heaven and earth amaze? Wherefore do earthquakes cleave the ground? Why hides the sun his rays : 2 Well may the earth astonish’d shake, And nature sympathize : The sum as darkest might be black! Their Maker, Jesus, dies' 3 Behold fast streaming from the tree His all-atoning blood! Is this the Infinite * 'tis he, My Saviour and my God 4 For me these pangs his soul assail, For me this death is borne; * . My sins gave sharpness to the nail, And pointed every thorn. 5 Let sin no more my soul enslave, Break, Lord, its tyrant chain; O save me, whom thou cam’st to save, Nor bleed, nor die in vain :
HYMN IV. FOR EASTER-DAY. On the Resurrection.
SoCE Christ our Passover is slain,
And made, henceforth, alive to God, Through Jesus Christ our Lord,