PSALM CXLV.

HEE I will bless, my God and King,
This tribute daily I will bring,
3 Thou, Lord, beyond compare art great,
Thy majesty, with boundless height,

4 Renown'd for mighty acts, thy fame
From age to age thy glorious name
5,6 Whilst I thy glory and renown,
The world with me thy might shall own,
7 The praise that to thy love belongs,
Thy truth of all their grateful songs
8 The Lord is good; fresh acts of grace
His anger moves with slowest pace,
9, 10 Thy love thro' earth extends its fame,
These show thy praise, whilst thy great name
11 They, with a glorious prospect fir'd,
And thy great pow'r, by all admir'd,
12 God's glorious works of ancient date
And thus his kingdom's royal state
13 His steadfast throne, from changes free,
His boundless sway no end shall see,

thy endless praise proclaim; and ever bless thy name. and highly to be prais'd; above our knowledge rais'd. to future time extends; successively descends. and wondrous works express, and thy great pow'r confess. they shall with joy proclaim; shall be the constant theme. his pity still supplies: his willing mercy flies. to all thy works exprest; is by thy servants biest. shall of thy kingdoms speak; their lofty subject make. shall thus to all be known; with publick splendour shown. shall stand for ever fast; but time itself outlast.

The Second Part.

14, 15 The Lord does them support that fall,
For his kind aid all creatures call,
16 Whate'er their various wants require,
And so fulfils the just desire

17, 18 How holy is the Lord, how just,
How nigh to him, who with firm trust
19 He grants the full desires of those
And will their troubles soon compose,

and makes the prostrate rise;
who timely food supplies.
with open hand he gives;
of ev'ry thing that lives.
how righteous all his ways!
for his assistance prays!
who him with fear adore;
when they his aid implore.

20 The Lord preserves all those with care, whom grateful love employs ¦

But sinners, who his vengeance dare,

21 My time to come, in praises spent,

And all mankind with one consent,

with furious rage destroys.
shall still advance his fame;
forever bless his name.

PSALM CXLVI.

PRAISE the Lord, and thou, my soul, for ever bless his name:
His wondrous love, while life shall last, my constant praise shall claim.

3 On kings, the greatest sons of men,
They cannot save in dang'rous times,
Depriv'd of breath, to dust they turn,
And all their thoughts and vain designs
5 Then happy he, who Jacob's God
Who still, with well plac'd hope, the Lord
6 The Lord, who made both heav'n and earth,
Will never quit his steadfast truth,
The poor, opprest, from all their wrongs
He gives the hungry needful food,

8 By him the blind receive their sight,
With kind regard and tender love

let none for aid rely; nor timely help apply. and there neglected lie; together with them die. for his protector takes; his constant refuge makes. and all that they contain, nor make his promise vain. are eas'd by his decree; and sets the pris'ners free. the weak and fall'n he rears; he for the righteous cares.

PSALM CXLVII.

PRAISE the Lord with hymns of joy, and celebrate his fame!
For pleasant, good, and comely 'tis

2 His holy city God will build,

Bring back his people, though dispers'd

3, 4 He kindly heals the broken hearts, He tells the number of the stars,

to praise his holy name.
tho' levell'd with the ground
through all the nations round.
and all their wounds does close;
their sev'ral names he knows.

5, 6 Great is the Lord, and great his pow'r, his wisdom has no bound;

The meek he raises, and throws down

7 To God, the Lord, a hymn of praise
To songs of triumph tune the harp,
8 He covers heav'n with clouds, and thence
Through him, on mountain tops, the grass
9 He savage beasts that loosely range,
He feeds the ravens' tender brood,
10 He values not the warlike steed,
The nimble foot that swiftly runs
11 But he to him that fears his name
To him that on his boundless grace
12, 13 Let Sion and Jerusalem
Who fenc'd their gates with massy bars,
14, 15 Thro' all their borders he gives peace,
He speaks the word, and what he wills
16 Large flakes of snow, like fleecy wool,
And hoary frost, like ashes spread,
17 When, join'd to these, he does his hail
Who can against his piercing cold
18 He sends his word, which melts the ice;
And soon the streams, congcal'd before,
19 By him his statutes and decrees
And still to Israel's chosen seed
20 No other nation this can boast;
To heathen lands his oracles,

YE

the wicked to the ground.
with grateful voices sing;
and strike each warbling string.
refreshing rain bestows;
with wondrous plenty grows.
with timely food supplies;
and stops their hungry cries.
but does his strength disdain ;
no prize from him can gain.
his tender love extends;
with steadfast hope depends.
to God their praise address;
and does their children bless.
with finest wheat they're fed ;
is done as soon as said.
descend at his command;
is scatter'd o'er the land.
in little morsels break,
secure defences make?
he makes his wind to blow;
in plenteous currents flow.
to Jacob's sons were shown;
his righteous laws are known.
nor did he e'er afford

and knowledge of his word,

"E boundless realms of joy,
His praise your song employ
Your voices raise,

And scraphim,

3, 4 Thou moon, that rul'st the night,

Ye glitt❜ring stars of light,

His praise declare,

And clouds that move

5, 6 Let them adore the Lord,

By whose almighty word

And all shall last,

His firm decree

CXLIX.

PRAISE the Lord in that blest place, from whence his goodness large

Praise him in heav'n, 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 organs join'd, his praise advance. to cymbals set their songs of praise; that loudly sound on solemn days. the breath he does to them afford, let ev'ry creature praise the Lord.

5 Let them who joyful hymns compose,
Cymbals of common use, and those
6 Let all that vitai breath enjoy,
In just returns of praise employ :

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, the God whom heav'n's triumphant host, And suff'ring saints on earth adore,

Be glory, as in ages past,

as now it is, and so shall last, When time itself shall be no more.

HYMNS.

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HYMN I.

The Song of the Angels.

For the Nativity of our blessed Lord and Saviour.-Luke ii. ver. 8-15
THILE shepherds watch'd their flocks by night, all seated on the ground,
The angel of the Lord came down, and glory shone around.
2 "Fear not," said he, for mighty dread
"Glad tidings of great joy I bring

3" To you, in David's town, this day
"The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord;
4 "The heav'nly babe you there shall find,
"All meanly wrapp'd in swathing bands,
5 Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith
Of angels, praising God, who thus
6 "All glory be to God on high,

had seiz'd their troubled mind;

to you, and all mankind.
is born of David's line,
and this shall be the sign:
to human view display'd,
and in a manger laid."
appear'd a shining throng
address'd their joyful song:
and to the earth be peace:

"Good will, henceforth, from heav'n to men begin, and never cease."

HYMN II.

The Song of Men, responsive to the Song of the Angels. WHILE angels thus, O Lord, rejoice, shall men no anthem raise?

2 Then let us swell responsive notes,
For angels no such love have known
3 Good will to sinful dust is shown,
For lo! th' incarnate Saviour comes,
4 Mercy and truth, with sweet accord,
Let heav'n and earth in concert sing-
5 Glory to God, in highest strains,
Be glory, then, by us proclaim'd,
Till we attain those blissful realms,
To rival the celestial choirs

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HYMN III.

and join the heav'nly throng
as we, to wake their song.
and peace on earth is giv'n;
with news of joy from heav'n!
his rising beams adorn;
"The promis'd child is born!"
by highest worlds is paid;
and by our lives display'd;
where now our Saviour reigns;
in their immortal strains!

For Good Friday.

On the Sufferings of our blessed Lord and Saviour.

ROM whence these direful omens round, which heav'n and earth amaze? Wherefore do earthquakes cleave the ground? why hides the sun his rays? Well may the earth astonish'd shake,

The sun as darkest night be black!

3 Behold! fast streaming from the tree Is this the Infinite? 'tis he,

4 For me these pangs his soul assail, My sins gave sharpness to the nail,

and nature sympathize! their Maker, Jesus dies! his all atoning blood! my Saviour and my God! for me this death is borne; and pointed ev'ry thorn.