PSALM 122. C. M.

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5 My tongue repeats her vows-
"Peace to this sacred house!"

-For here my friends and kindred dwell;
And since my glorious God
Makes thee his blest abode;
My soul shall ever love thee well.

1 HOW pleas'd, and blest was I, To hear the people cry,

"Come, let us seek our God to-day!"

Yes, with a cheerful zeal,
We'll haste to Zion's hill,
And there our vows and honours pay.

2 Zion, thrice happy place!
Adorn'd with wondrous grace,
And walls of strength embrace thee
In thee our tribes appear, [round;
To pray, and praise, and hear
The sacred gospel's joyful sound,

3 Here David's greater Son
Has fix'd his royal throne;

He sits for grace and judgment here:
He bids the saints be glad;
He makes the sinner sad;
-And humble souls rejoice with fear.

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4 May peace attend thy gate, And joy within thee wait, To bless the soul of ev'ry guest;

The man who seeks thy peace, And wishes thine increase, o A thousand blessings on him rest.

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DALSTON.

PSALM 123. C. M.

Pleading with Submission.

THOU, whose grace and justice reign, Enthron'd above the skies,

To thee our hearts would tell their pain
To thee we lift our eyes.

2 As servants watch their master's hand,
And fear the angry stroke;
Or maids before their mistress stand,
And wait a peaceful look:-

3 So for our sins we justly feel
Thy discipline, O God;
Yet wait the gracious moment still,
'Till thou remove thy rod.

4 Those, who in wealth and pleasure live,
Our daily groans deride,
And thy delays of mercy give

Fresh courage to their pride.

5 Our foes insult us, but our hope.
In thy compassion lies;

This thought shall bear our spirits up,
That God will not despise.

BISHOPSGATE.

PSALM 124. L. M.

Song for Deliverance.

AD not the Lord, may Israel say, Had not the Lord maintain'd our side,

When men to make our lives a prey, Rose like the swelling of the tide;—

2 The swelling tide had stopt our breath;
So fiercely did the waters roll,
We had been swallow'd deep in death-
Proud waters had o'erwhelm'd our soul!

u 3 We leap for joy, we shout and sing,
Who just escap'd the fatal stroke;
So flies the bird, with cheerful wing,
When once the fowler's snare is broke.

u 4 For ever blessed be the Lord,
Who broke the fowler's cursed snare;
Who sav'd us from the murd'ring sword,
And made our lives and souls his care.

Our help is in Jehovah's name,
Who form'd the earth and built the skies;
He who upholds that wond'rous frame,
Guards his own church with watchfo
eyes. NANTWICH. TRURO.

-6 Though seed lie buried long in dust, It shan't deceive their hope;

• The precious grain can ne'er be lost, For grace ensures the crop. SUNDAY, ST. ANN's.

PSALM 127. L. M.

Success and Happiness from God.

F God succeed not, all the cost, And pains, to build the house, are If God the city will not keep, [lost; The watchful guards as well may sleep.

2 What if you rise before the sun, And work and toil when day is done, Careful and sparing eat your bread, To shun that poverty you dread;—

3 'Tis all in vain, 'till God hath blest; He can make rich, yet give us rest: Children and friends are blessings too, If God our sovereign make them so.

04 Happy the man to whom he sends Obedient children, faithful friends: How sweet our daily comforts prove, When they are season'd with his love! PORTUGAL.

-3 But there are pardons with my God, For crimes of high degree;

Thy Son has bought them with his
To draw us near to thee. [blood,
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5 [Just as the guards that keep the night
Long for the morning skies,
Watch the first beams of breaking light,
And meet them with their eyes;-

6 So waits my soul to see thy grace,
And, more intent than they,
Meets the first op'nings of thy face,
And finds a brighter day.]

o 7 Then in the Lord let Israel trust,
Let Israel seek his face;

The Lord is good, as well as just,
And plenteous is his grace.

8 There's full redemption at his throne, For sinners long enslav'd;

The great Redeemer is his Son;
And Israel shall be sav'd.

ABRIDGE. SUNDAY.

L. M.

Pardoning Grace.

a 1 FROM deep distress, and troubled thoughts,

To thee, my God, I raise my cries:
If thou severely mark our faults,
No flesh can stand before thine eyes.

-2 But thou hast built thy throne of grace,
Free to dispense thy pardons there;
That sinners may approach thy face,
And hope and love, as well as fear.

e 3 As the benighted pilgrims wait, And long and wish for breaking day, So waits my soul before thy gate; When will my God his face display?

o 4 My trust is fix'd upon thy word, Nor shall I trust thy word in vain; Let mourning souls address the Lord, And find relief from all their pain.

g 5 Great is his love, and large his grace, Through the redemption of his Son; He turns our feet from sinful ways, And pardons what our hands have done. BATH. ARMLEY.

Wan habitation for our God? [find

WHERE shall we go, to seek and

A dwelling for th' eternal Mind,
Among the sons of flesh and blood?

o 2 The God of Jacob chose the hill
Of Zion for his ancient rest;
And Zion is his dwelling still,
His church is with his presence blest.

3 Here will I fix my gracious throne, And reign for ever, saith the Lord; Here shall my pow'r and love be known, And blessings shall attend my word.

Here will I meet the hungry poor, And fill their souls with living bread: Sinners who wait before my door, With sweet provision shall be fed.

-5 Girded with truth, and cloth'd with grace,

My priests, my ministers shall shine:
Not Aaron in his costly dress,
Made an appearance so divine.

06 The saints unable to contain
Their inward joys, shall shout and sing;
The Son of David here shall reign,
And Zion triumph in her King.

C. M.

LEEDS.

e 5 Enter, with all thy glorious train,
Thy spirit and thy word;

All that the ark did once contain,
Could no such grace afford.

-6 Here, mighty God, accept our vows,
Here let thy praise be spread:
Bless the provisions of thy house,
And fill thy poor with bread.

7 Here let the Son of David reign,
Let God's Anointed shine;
Justice and truth his court maintain,
With love and pow'r divine.

8 Here let him hold a lasting throne;
And, as his kingdom grows,
Fresh honours shall adorn his crown,
And shame confound his foes.
CHRISTMAS. ARUNDEL.

PSALM 133. C. M.
Brotherly Love.

1o, what an entertaining sight, Brethren, whose cheerful hearts unite In bands of piety!

b2 When streams of love from Christ Descend to ev'ry soul; [the spring, And heav'nly peace, with balmy wing, Shades and bedews the whole.

g 'Tis like the oil, divinely sweet,
On Aaron's rev'rend head;
The trickling drops perfum'd his feet,
And o'er his garments spread..

o 4 'Tis pleasant as the morning dews,
That fall on Zion's hill;
Where God his mildest glory shews,
And makes his grace distil.

HYMN 2D. ST. ANN'S.

S. M.

Christian and Domestic Union and Peace.

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e Bow to the glories of his pow'r, And bless his wondrous grace.

2 Lift up your hands by morning light,
And send your souls on high;
Raise your admiring thoughts by night,
Above the starry sky.

o 3 The God of Zion cheers our hearts, With rays of quick'ning grace;

g The God who spread the heav'ns abroad, And rules the swelling seas.

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DOXOLOGY. DEVIZES.

PSALM 135. L. M. FIRST PART.

Ver. 14, 14, 19——21.

The Church God's House and Care.

PRA

PRAISE ye the Lord; exalt his name,
While in his holy courts ye wait,
Ye saints who to his house belong,
Or stand attending at his gate.

2 Praise ye the Lord; the Lord is good;
To praise his name is sweet employ;
Israel he chose of old, and still
His church is his peculiar joy.

e 3 The Lord himself will judge his saints;
He treats his servants as his friends:
And when he hears their sore complaints,
Repents the sorrows that he sends.

• 4 Through ev'ry age, the Lord declares His name, and breaks th' oppressor's rod; He gives his suff'ring servants rest, g And will be known th' Almighty God.

5 Bless him, all ye who taste his love; People and priests, exalt his name: Amongst his saints he ever dwells; His church is his Jerusalem.

GREEN'S. CASTLE STREET.

L. M. SECOND PART.

Ver. 5-12.

The Works of Creation, Providence, and Redemption.

1 GREAT is the Lord, exalted high, Above all pow'rs and ev'ry throne; Whate'er he please, in earth or sea, Or heav'n or hell, his hand hath done.

2 At his command the vapours rise, The light'nings flash, the thunders roar! He pours the rain, he brings the wind And tempest from his airy store!

a 3 'Twas he those dreadful tokens sent, O Egypt, through thy stubborn land! When all thy first-born, beasts and men, Fell dead by his avenging hand!.

4 What mighty nations, mighty kings, He slew, and their whole country gave To Israel, whom his hand redeem'd, No more to be proud Pharaoh's slave!

g5 His pow'r the same,the same his grace, That saves us from the hosts of hell; And heav'n he gives us to possess, Whence those apostate angels fell. PSALM 97TH. BLENDON.

C. M.

Praise due to GOD, not to Idols.

1 AWAKE, ye saints, to praise your
Your sweetest passions raise; [King;
Your pious pleasure, while you sing,
Increasing with the praise.

o 2 Great is the Lord; and works unAre his divine employ: [known, e But still his saints are near his throne, His treasure and his joy.

g 3 Heav'n, earth and sea confess his hand;
He bids the vapours rise;
Lightning and storm, at his command,
Sweep through the sounding skies.

-4 All pow'r, that kings or gods have Is found with him alone: [claim'd, e But heathen gods should ne'er be nam'd, Where our JEHOVAH'S known.