And in my stead, all the night long,
Sing my God a grateful song.
8 Praise God, from whom all blessings
flow,
Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him above, y' angelic host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
HYMN 46.
Paraphrase of the 100th Psalm.
BE
REFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and he destroy.
2 His sovereign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and form'd us men;
And when like wandering sheep we
stray'd,
He brought us to his fold again.
3 We are his people, we his care,
Our souls, and all our mortal frame;
What lasting honours shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to thy name?
4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful
songs.
High as the heaven our voices raise;
And earth, with her ten thousand
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
5 Wide as the world is thy command,
Vast as eternity thy love;
Firm as a rock thy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.
HYMN 47.
Praise to the Redeemer.
our Redeemer's glorious name awake the sacred song!
O may his love (immortal flame!)
tune every heart and tongue.
2 His love, what mortal thought can
reach?
what mortal tongue display? Imagination's utmost stretch in wonder dies away.
3 He left his radiant throne on high,
left the bright realms of bliss,
And came to earth to bleed and die!
was ever love like this?
4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay
our humble thanks to thee;
May ever heart with rapture say,
"The Saviour died for me."
5 O may the sweet, the blissful theme
fill every heart and tongue;
Till strangers love thy charming name,
and join the sacred song.
Communion with Christ.
", our exalted Lord,
Fain would our hearts and voices raise
A cheerful song of sacred praise,
2 But all the notes which mortals know,
Are weak, and languishing, and low;
Far, far above our humble songs,
The theme demands immortal tongues.
3 Yet whilst around his board we meet
And worship at his sacred feet;
O let our warm affections move,
In glad returns of grateful love.
14 Yes, Lord, we love, and we adore,
But long to know and love thee more;
And whilst we taste the bread and wine,
Desire to feed on joys divine.
5 Let faith our feeble senses aid,
To see thy wondrous love display'd;
Thy broken flesh, thy bleeding veins,
Thy dreadful agonizing pains.
6 Let humble penitential woe,
With painful, pleasing anguish flow;
And thy forgiving love impart
Life, hope and joy to every heart.
HYMN 49.
WELCOME, sweet day of rest,
that saw the Lord arise;
Welcome to this reviving breast,
and these rejoicing eyes.
2 The King himself comes near
to feast his saints to-day;
Here we may sit, and see him here,
and love, and praise, and pray.
3 One day amidst the place
where Jesus is within,
Is better than ten thousand days
of pleasure and of sin.
4 My willing soul would stay
in such a frame as this,
Till it is call'd to soar away
to everlasting bliss.
Preparations for religious Worship. FAR from my thoughts, vam world, be gone,
Let my religious hours alone;
From flesh and sense I would be free,
And hold communion, Lord, with thee.
2 My heart grows warm with holy fire,
And kindles with a pure desire,
To see thy grace, to taste thy love,
And feel thine influence from above.
3 When I can say that God is mine,
When I can see thy glories shine,
I tread the world beneath my feet,
And all that men call rich and great.
4 Send comfort down from thy right
hand,
To cheer me in this barren land;
ame, in heaven and earth And in thy temple let me know
The joys that from thy presence flow,
Thine Eyes shall see the King in his Beauty. Isaiah xxxiii. 17. SHOULD nature's charms, to please
in sweet assemblage join,
All nature's charms would droop and die,
Jesus, compared with thine.
2 Vain were her fairest beams display'd,
and vain her blooming store;
Her brightness languishes to shade,
her beauty is no more.
9 But ah, how far from mortal sight
the Lord of glory dwells!
A veil of interposing night
his radiant face conceals.
4 O could my longing spirit rise
on strong immortal wing,
And reach thy palace in the skies,
my Saviour and my King!
There thousands worship at thy feet,
and there (divine employ !)
The triumphs of thy love repeat,
in songs of endless joy.
6 Thy presence beams eternal day
o'er all the blissful place;
Who would not drop this load of clay,
and die to see thy face?
The Excellency and Sufficiency of the
Scriptures.
FATHER of mercies! in thy word
what endless glory shines!
For ever be thy name adored.
for these celestial lines.
2 Here may the wretched sons of want exhaustless riches find;
Riches above what earth can grant,
and lasting as the mind.
3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows,
and yields a free repast,
Sublimer sweets than nature knows
invite the longing taste.
4 Here, the Redeemer's welcome voice
spreads heavenly peace around;
And life, and everlasting joys
attend the blissful sound.
5 O may these heavenly pages be
my ever dear delight;
And still new beauties may I see,
and still increasing light.
6 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord,
be thou for ever near;
Teach me to love thy sacred word,
and view my Saviour there.
HYMN 53.
The Seasons crowned with Goodness.
Psalm Ixv. 11.
ETERNAL source of every joy!
Well may thy praise our lips employ,
While in thy temple we appear,
To bail thee, sovereign of the year.
2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll, Thy hand supports and guides the whole:
The sun is taught by thee to rise,
And darkness when to veil the skies.
3 The flowery spring, at thy command,
Perfumes the air, and paints the land;
The summer rays with vigour shine
To raise the corn and cheer the vine.
4 Thy hand in autuinn richly pours
Through all our coast redundant stores;
And winters, soften'd by thy care,
No more the face of horror wear.
5 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and
days
Demand successive songs of praise;
And be the grateful homage paid,
With morning light and evening shade.
6 Here in thy house let incense rise,
And circling sabbaths bless our eyes,
Till to those lofty heights we soar,
Where days and years revolve no more,
HYMN 54.
A Funeral Thought.
HARK! from the tombs, a mournful
my ears, attend the cry: "Ye living men, come view the ground where you must shortly lie.
2" Princes, this clay must be your bed, "in spite of all your towers!
"The tall, the wise, the reverend head "must lie as low ours."
3. Great God! is this our certain doom? and are we still secure?
Still walking downward to the tomb; and yet prepare no more?
4 Grant us the power of quickening grace,
to fit our souls to fly;
Then when we drop this dying flesh,
we'll rise above the sky.
HYMN 55.
LORD of life, all praise excelling,
thou, in glory unconfined,
Deign'st to make thy humble dwelling
with the poor of humble mind.
2 As thy love, through all creation,
beams like thy diffusive light;
So the scorn'd and humble station
shrinks before thine equal sight.
3 Thus thy care, for all providing,
warm'd thy faithful prophet's tongue;
Who, the lot of all deciding,
to thy chosen Israel sung:
4 When thine harvest yields thee plea sure,
thou the golden sheaf shalt bind To the poor belongs the treasures of the scatter'd ears behind
These thy God ordains to bless The widow and the fatherless. 5 When thine olive plants increasing, pour their plenty o'er thy plain, Grateful thou shalt take the blessing, but not search the bow again.
Chorus. These, &c.
6 When thy favour'd vintage flowing, gladdens thy autumnal scene, Own the bounteous hand bestowing, but thy vines the poor shall glean. Chorus. These, &c.
7 Still we read thy word declaring mercy, Lord, thine own decree; Mercy, every sorrow sharing,
warms the heart resembling thee. 3 Still the orphan and the stranger, still the widow owns thy care, Screen'd by thee in every danger, heard by thee in every prayer. Hallelujah. Amen.
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5 From Christ their varied gifts derive, And, fed by him, their graces live; Whilst guarded by his potent hand, Amidst the rage of hell they stand. 6 So shall the bright succession run. Through all the courses of the sun; Whilst unborn churches, by their care, Shall rise and flourish large and fair. 7 Jesus, our Lord, their hearts shall know
The spring whence all these blessings flow;
Pastors and people shout his praise, Through the long round of endless days. HYMN 57.
Prayer for Ministers,
FATHER of mercies! bow thine ear, Attentive to our earnest prayer; We plead for those who plead for thee, Successful pleaders may they be! 2 How great their work, how vast their charge!
Do thou their anxious souls enlarge; Their best acquirements are our gain, We share the blessings they obtain. 3 Clothe, then, with energy divine, Their words, and let those words be thine;
To them thy sacred truth reveal, Suppress their fear, inflame their zeal. 4 Teach them to sow the precious seed, Teach them thy chosen flock to feed; Teach them immortal souls to gainSouls that will well reward their pain. 5 Let thronging multitudes around, Hear from their lips the joyful sound; In humble strains thy grace implore, And feel thy new-creating power. 6 Let sinners break their massy chains, Distressed souls forget their pains; Let light through distant reahas be spread,
And Zion rear her drooping head.
Whenever the Hymns are used at the celebration of divine service, a certain portion or portions of the Psalms of David in metre shall also be sung.
Showing where to find each Psalm or Hymn by its beginning,
God's temple crowns the holy mount
Had not the Lord, may Israel say
O God, my heart is fully bent
Happy the man whose tender care
Hear, O my people, to my law
He's blesst whose sins have pardon gain'd
He that has God his guardian made 49
Hold not thy peace, O Lord our God 44
How blest are they, who always keep 64
How blest is he, who ne'er consents
How good and pleasant must it be
How long wilt thou forget me, Lord
How many, Lord, of late are grown
How vast must their advantage be
I'll celebrate thy praises, Lord
In deep distress Loft have cry'd
In Judah the Almighty's known
In thee I put my steadfast trust
In vain, O man of lawless might
I waited meekly for the Lord
Jehovah reigns, let all the earth
Jehovah reigns; let therefore all
Judge me, O Lord, for I the paths
Just Judge of heaven, against my
foes
Let all the just to God, with joy
Let all the listening world attend
Let all the lands, with shouts of joy
Let David, Lord, a constant place
Let God, the God of battle rise
Lord, hear the voice of my complaint 4
Lord, hear my cry,regard my prayer 31
Lord, hear my prayer, and to my cry 76
Lord, hear the voice of my complaint 32
Jord, let thy just decrees the king 36!
O God, whose former mercies make 60
O God of hosts, the mighty Lord
O God, to whom revenge belongs
O Israel's Shepherd, Joseph's Guide 43
O Lord, thou art my righteous Judge 4
O Lord, my God, since I have placed 4
O Lord, my rock, to thee I cry
O Lord, our fathers oft have told
O Lord, to ray relief draw near
O Lord, the Saviour and defence
49 O Lord, I am not proud of heart
On thee, who dwell'st above the skies 71
30 praise the Lord, for he is good
O praise the Lord with one consent 73
O praise the Lord, and thou, my soul 78
O praise the Lord with hymns of joy 73
O praise ye the Lord
Preserve me, Lord, from crafty foes 75 17 Protect me from my cruel foes Resolved to watch o'er all my ways 33 Save me, O God, from waves that 72 roll
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