The Lord is God;tis he alone
Doth life and breath and being give:
We are his work, and net our own;
The sheep that on his pastures live.

3 Enter his gates with songs of joy,
With praises to his courts repair;
And make it your divine employ,
To pay your thanks and honours there.

4 The Lord is good, the Lord is kind;
Great is his grace, his mercy sure;
And the whole race of man shall find
His truth from age to age endure.
OLD HUNDRED.

L. M. SECOND PART.
A Paraphrase.

2 BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone,
He can create, and he destroy.

3 His sov'reign power, without our aid, Made us of clay, and form'd us men; e And when like wand'ring sheep we He brought us to his fold again. [stray'd,

e 4 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?

s 5 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,

High as the heav'ns our voices raise; And earth, with her ten thousand tongues,

Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.

6 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.
OLD HUNDRED.

No wicked thing shall dwell with me,
Which may provoke thy jealousy.

4 No sons of slander, rage and strife
Shall be companions of my life;
The haughty look, the heart of pride,
Within my doors shall ne'er abide.

5 [I'll search the land,and raise the just
To posts of honour, wealth and trust;
The men who work thy holy will,
Shall be my friends and fav'rites still.]

6 In vain shall sinners hope to rise,
By flatt'ring or malicious lies;
And while the innocent I guard,
The bold offender shan't be spar'd.

7 The impious crew, that factious band,
Shall hide their heads, or quit the land;
And all who break the public rest,
Where I have pow'r shall be supprest.
OLD HUNDRED.

C. M.

A Psalm for a Master of a Family.

1 OF justice and of grace I sing,
And pay my God my vows;
Thy grace and justice, heav'nly King,
Teach me to rule my house.

2 Now to my tent, O God, repair,
And make thy servant wise;
I'll suffer nothing near me there
That shail offend thine eyes.

3 The man who doth his neighbour
By falsehood, or by force, [wrong,
The scornful eye, the sland'rous tongue,
I'll thrust them from my doors.

Hast thou not built a throne of grace,
To hear when sinners cry?

p 2 My days are wasted, like the smoke Dissolving in the air;

My strength is dry'd, my heart is broke,
And sinking in despair.

3 My spirits flag, like with'ring grass
Burnt with excessive heat;
In secret groans my minutes pass,
And I forget to eat 9 ~
4. Bebeyo

-10 But thou forever art the same,
O my eternal God!

o Ages to come shall know thy name,
And spread thy works abroad.

o 11 Thou wilt arise, and shew thy face,
Nor will my Lord delay,
Beyond th' appointed hour of grace,
That long expected day.

g 3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem,
And stand in glory there;
Nations shall bow before his name,
And kings attend with fear.

p 4 He sits a sov'reign on his throne,
With pity in his eyes;

He hears the dying pris'ners groan,
And sees their sighs arise.

-5 He frees the souls condemn'd to death;
And, when his saints complain,
It shan't be said that praying breath
Was ever spent in vain.

6 This shall be known, when we are
And left on long record,- [dead,
That ages, yet unborn, may read,
And trust, and praise the Lord.
HYMN 2D. SUNDAY.

1

Baff, my soul, the living God;

Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad;

o Let all the pow'rs within me join, In work and worship so divine.

2 Bless, O my soul, the God of grace; His favours claim thy highest praise; Why should the wonders he hath Be lost in silence, and forgot? [wrought

es 'Tis he, my soul, who sent his Son; To die for crimes which thou hast done; o He owns the ransom, and forgives The hourly follies of our lives.

4 The vices of the mind he heals, And cures the pains that nature feels; o Redeems the soul from hell, and saves Our wasting life from threat'ning graves.

1 THE Lord,how wondrous are his ways!
How firm bis truth! how large his grace!
He takes his mercy for his throne,-
And thence he makes his glories known.

2 Not half so high his pow'r hath spread
The starry heav'ns above our head,
As his rich love exceeds our praise,
Exceeds the highest hopes we raise.

3 Not half so far hath nature plac'd
The rising morning from the west,
As his forgiving grace removes
The daily guilt of those he loves.

e 4 How slowly doth his wrath arise!
o On swifter wings salvation flies;

And if he lets his anger burn, o How soon his frowns to pity turn!

-5 Amidst his wrath compassion shines; His strokes are lighter than our sins; And while his rod corrects his saints, His ear indulges their complaints.

6-7-8-9

GREEN'S.

S. M. FIRST PART.

Ver. 1-7.

Praise for Spiritual and Temporal

Mercies.

1 O BLESS the Lord, my soul,
Let all within me join;

And aid my tongue to bless his name,
Whose favours are divine.

2 O bless the Lord, my soul, Nor let his mercies lie Forgotten in unthankfulness, And without praises die.

3 'Tis he forgives thy sins; 'Tis he relieves thy pain; 'Tis he that heals thy sicknesses, And makes thee young again.

4 He crowns thy life with love, When ransom'd, from the grave; He who redeem'd my soul from hell, Hath sov'reign pow'r to save

25 His works, the wonders of his might, Are honour'd with his own delight: e How awful are his glorious ways! The Lord is dreadful in his praise.

p 26 The earth stands trembling at thy stroke,

And at thy touch the mountains smoke, b Yet humble souls may see thy face, And tell their wants to so'reign grace.

e 2 Who knows the wonders of thy ways.
Who shall fulfil thy boundless praise!
o Blest are the souls who fear thee still,
And pay their duty to thy will.

-3 Remember what thy mercy did
For Jacob's race, thy chosen seed;
And with the same salvation bless
The meanest suppliant of thy grace.

o 4 O may I see thy tribes rejoice,
o And aid their triumphs with my voice!
This is my glory, Lord, to be
Join'd to thy saints, and near to thee.
QUERCY. CASTLE-STREET.

Let the redeemed of the Lord The wonders of his grace record: Israel, the nation whom he chose, And rescu'd from their mighty foes. дани

5 In their distress, to God they cry'd, God was their Saviour and their guide; He led their march far wand'ring round; "Twas the right path to Canaan's ground.

So when our first release we gain From sin's own yoke, and Satan's chain, We have this desert world to pass, A dang❜rous and a tiresome place.

7 He feeds and clothes us all the way, He guides our footsteps lest we stray; He guards us with a powerful hand, And brings us to the heav'nly land.

680 let us then with joy record

The truth and goodness of the Lord! e How great his works! how kind his ways! u Let ev'ry tongue pronounce his praise. PORTUGAL.

L. M. SECOND PART. Correction for Sin, and Release by Prayer.

1 FROM age to age exalt his name,
God and his grace are still the same;
He fills the hungry soul with food,
And feeds the poor with ev'ry good.

é 2 But if their hearts rebel, and rise
Against the God who rules the skies;
If they reject his heav'nly word,
And slight the counsels of the Lord;-

3 He'll bring their spirits to the ground, And no deliv'rance shall be found; a Laden with grief they waste their breath, In darkness and the shades of death.

Then to the Lord they raise their 6 He makes the dawning light arise, [cries; And scatters all that dismal shade That hung so heavy round their head.

5 He cuts the bars of brass.in two, And lets the smiling pris'ner through; Takes off the load of guilt and grief, And gives the lab'ring soul relief.

60 may the sons of men record The wondrous goodness of the Lord! e How great his works! how kind his ways! Let ev'ry tongue pronounce his praise. BATH.

L. M. FOURTH PART.

Deliverance from Storms and Shipwreck or, The Seaman's Song.

1 WOULD you behold the works of
His wonders in the world abroad-[God,
Go with the mariners, and trace
The unknown regions of the seas,