e 2 My flesh would rest in thine abode, My panting heart cries out for God; e My God, my King, why should I be So far from all my joys, and thee?

o 4 Blest are the saints who sit on high, Around thy throne of majesty;

o Thy brightest glories shine above,

And all their work is praise and love.

o 5 Blest are the souls, that find a place Within the temple of thy grace; -There they behold thy gentler rays,

And seek thy face, and learn thy praise.

o 6 Blest are the men whose hearts are To find the way to Zion's gate; [set. o God is their strength; and, thro' the They lean upon their helper God. [road,

o 7 Cheerful they walk with growing strength,

'Till all shall meet in heav'n at length, s "Till all before thy face appear, And join in nobler worship there. MORETON. PORTUGAL.

L. M. SECOND PART.

GOD and his Church: or, Grace and Glory.

1 GREAT God, attend while Zion sings The joy that from thy presence sprin: sp To spend one day with thee on earth, Exceeds a thousand days of mirth.

e 2 Might I enjoy the meanest place,
Within thy house, O God of grace;
-Not tents of ease, nor thrones of pow'r,
Should tempt my feet to leave the door.

o 3 Ged is our sun, he makes our day;
God is our shield, he guards our way
From all th' assaults of hell and sin,
From foes without and foes within.

They go from strength to strength, Through this dark vale of tears, 'Till each arrives at length, "Till each in heav'n appears.

0 O glorious seat,

When God our King
Shali thither bring
Our willing feet!
Our

6 God is our sun and shield,
Our light and our defence;
With gifts his hands are fill'd,
We draw our blessings thence.
He shall bestow
On Jacob's race
Peculiar grace
And glory too.

o 7 The Lord his people loves;
His band no good withholds
From those his heart approves,
From pure and pious souls;
Thrice happy he,

O God of hosts,

Whose spirit trusts Aloue in thee.

BETHESDA.

PSALM 85. L. M. FIRST PART.

Ver. 1:--ས8,

Deliverance begun and completed.

1 ORD, thou hast call'd thy grace to mind,

Thou hast revers'd our heavy doom;
So God forgave when Israel sinu'd,
And bro't his wand'ring captives home.

2 Thou hast begun to set us free,
And made thy fiercest wrath abate;
Now let our hearts be turn'd to thee,
And thy salvation be complete.

e 3 Revive our dying graces, Lord,
And let thy saints in thee rejoice;
Make kuown thy truth, fulfil thy word;
We wait for praise to tune our voice.

- We wait to hear what God will say;
o He'll speak, and give his people peace;
-But let them run no more astray,
e Lest his returning wrath increase.
ARMLEY. BATH.

4 "There's none of all my sons above, "So much my image, or my love; "Celestial pow'rs thy subjects are; "Then what can earth to thee compare?

5 "David, my servant, whom I chose, "To guard my flock, to crush my foes, "And rais'd him to the Jewish throne, "Was but a shadow of my Son."

o 6 Now let the church rejoice and sing Jesus her Saviour and her King;

s Angels his heav'nly wonders show, And saints declare his works below. NANTWICH. TRURO.

CHRIST'S Mediatorial Kingdom.

1 HEAR what the Lord in vision said, And made his mercy known: "Sinners, behold your help is laid "On my almighty Son.

2 "Behold the man my wisdom chose, "Among your mortal race; His head my holy oil o'erflows, "The Spirit of my grace.

5"High shall he reign on David's throne, "My people's better King; "My arm shall beat his rivals down, "And still new subjects bring.

4 "My truth shall guard him in his way,
"With mercy by his side;
"While in my name o'er earth and sea,
"He shall in triumph ride.

5"Me for his Father, and his God,
"He shall forever own;
"Call me his Rock, his high Abode,
"And I'll support my Son.

-2 Lord, shall it be for ever said, d "The race of man was only made

For sickness, sorrow, and the dust!" e Are not thy servants day by day,

Sent to their graves and turn'd to clay? e Lord, where's thy kindness to the just?

-3 Hast thou not promis'd to thy Son, And all his seed, a heav'nly crown? P But flesh and sense indulge despair: o For ever blessed be the Lord,

That faith can read his holy word,
And find a resurrection there.

"TH

1HROUGH ev'ry age, eternal God, Thou are our rest,our safe abode; High was thy throne, e'er heav'n was made,

Or earth thy humble footstool laid.

2 Long hadst thou reign'd ere time beOr dust was fashion'd into man; [gan, And long thy kingdom shall endure, When earth and time shall be no more.

e 3 But man, weak man, is born to die, Made up of guilt and vanity;

a Thy dreadful sentence, Lord, was just,d "Return, ye sinners, to your dust." 4.

-5 Death, like an overflowing stream, Sweeps us away; our life's a dream; p An empty tale; a morning flow'r, Cut down and wither'd in an hour.

e 7 Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;

They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the op'ning day.

o 8 Like flow'ry fields the nations stand, Pleas'd with the morning light:

e The flow'rs beneath the mower's hand, Lie with'ring ere 'tis night.

9 Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Be thou our guard while troubles last,
And our eternal home.

WANTAGE.