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12 When nature fails, and day and night

divide thy works no more, : My ever grateful heart, O Lord,

thy mercy shall adore. 13 Through all eternity to thee

a joyful song I'll raise; For oh! eternity's too short to’utter all thy praise.

HYMN XV. On the Glory of God in the Starry Heavens: Being a Translation of Part of the 19th Psalm of David. 1 TWE spacious firmament on high,

With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame,

Their great original proclaim.
2 Th' unwearied sun, from day to day,

Does his Creator's power display,
And publishes to every land

The work of an Almighty hand.
3 Soon as the ev'ning shades prevail,

The moon takes up the wondrous tale;
And nightly, to the list ning earth,

Repeats the story of her birth;
4 Whilst all the stars that round her burn,

And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,

And spread the truth from pole to pole. 5 What though in solemn silence all

Move round the dark terrestrial ball?
What though no real voice nor sound

Amidst their radiant orbs be found ! 6 In reason's ear they all rejoice,

And utter forth a glorious voice,
For ever singing as they shine,
66 The hand that made us is divine."

On the Providence of God: Taken chiefly from the

23d Psalm of David.
1 THE Lord my pasture shall prepare,

And feed me with a shepherd's care; His presence shall my wants supply,

And guard me with a watchful eye; 2 My noon-day walks he shall attend,

And all my midnight hours defend;
When in the sultry glebe I faint,

Or on the thirsty mountain pant. 3 To fertile vales and dewy meads

My weary wand'ring steps he leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.

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4 Though in the paths of death I tread,

With gloomy horrors overspread;
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,

For thou, O Lord, art with me still; 5 Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,

And guide me through the dreadful shade:
Though in a bare and rugged way,

Through devious lonely wilds I stray, 6 Thy bounty shall my pains beguile,

The barren wilderness shall smile,
With sudden greens and herbage crown'd,
And streams shall murmur all around.


For the Mercies of Redemption. 1 LL-glorious God, what hymns of praise

Shall our transported voices raise ! What ardent love and zeal are due,

While heaven stands open to our view! 2 Once we were fall'n, and O how low !

Just on the brink of endless woe;
When Jesus, from the realms above,

Borne on the wings of boundless love,
3 Scatter'd the shades of death and night,

And spread around his heavenly light !
By him what wondrous grace is shown

To souls impoverish?d and undone !
4 He shows beyond these mortal shores,

A bright inheritance as ours;
Where saints in light our coming wait,
To share their holy, happy state!

For Public Mercies and Deliverances.
1 ALVATION doth to God belong;
His power and

shall be our song; From him alone all mercies flow;

His arm alone subdues the foe!
2 Then praise this God, who bows his ear

Propitious to his people's prayer ;
And though deliv'rance he may stay,

Yet answers still in his own day.
3 O may this goodness lead our land,

Still sav'd by thine Almighty hand,
The tribute of its love to bring

To thee, our Saviour and our King; 4 Till every public temple raise

A song of triumph to thy praise ;
And every peaceful private home

To thee a temple shall become. 5 Still be it our supreme delight

To walk as in thy glorious sight;

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And one soft word of thy command

Can sink them silent in the sand.
2 The smallest fish that swims the seas,

Sportful, to thee a tribute pays;
And largest monsters of the deep,

At thy command, or rage or sleep. 3 Thus is thy glorious power ador'd

Among the wat’ry nations, Lord !
Yet men, who trace the dang’rous waves,
Forget the mighty God who saves"!

Which may be used at Sea or on Land.
1 ORD! for the just thou dost provide;

thou art their sure defence ! Eternal wisdom is their guide,

their help Omnipotence. 2 Though they through foreign lands should roam.

and breathe the tainted air In burning climates, far from home;

yet thou, their God, art there. 3 Thy goodness sweetens every soil,

makes every country please; Thou on the snowy bills dost smile,

and smooth'st the rugged seas ! 4 When waves on waves, to heaven upreard,

defy'd the pilot's art; When terror in each face appear'd,

and sorrow in each heart; 5 To thee I rais'd my humble prayer,

to snatch ine from the grave ! I found thine ear not slow to hear,

nor short thine arm to save ! 6 Thou gav'st the word---the winds did cease,

the storms obey'd thy will, The raging sea was hush'd in peace,

and every wave was still ! 7 For this my life, in every state,

a life of praise shall be ;
And death, when death shall be my fate,
shall join my soul to thee.

Prayer and Hope of Victory.
TOW may the God of grace and power

attend his people's humble cry;

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Defend them in the needful hour,

and send deliverance from on high. 2 In his salvation is our hope,

and in the name of Israel's God Our troops shall lift their banners up;

our navies spread their flags abroad. 3 Some trust in horses train’d for war,

and some of chariots make their boasts ; Our surest expectations are

from thee, the Lord of heavenly hosts! 4 Then save us, Lord, from slavish fear,

and let our trust be firm and strong,
Till thy salvation shall appear,
and hymns of peace conclude our song.


For the Use of the Sick. 1 VHEN dangers, woes, or death are nigh,

Past mercies teach me where to fly:
Thine arm, Almighty God, can aid,

When sickness grieves, or pains invade. 2 To all the various helps of art

Kindly thy healing power impart;
Bethesda's* bath refus'd to save,

Unless an angel bless'd the wave. 3 All med'cines act by thy decree,

Receive commission all from thee:
And not a plant which spreads the plaius,

But teens with health, when heaven ordains. 4 Clay and Siloam'st pool, we find,

At heaven's command restor'd the blind ;
And Jordan'sf waters hence were seen

To wash a Syrian leper clean.
5 But grant me nobler favours still,

Grant me to know and do thy will;
Purge my foul soul from every stain,

And save me from eternal pain.
6 Can such a wretch for pardon sue?

My crimes, my crimes arise in view,
Arrest my trembling tongue in prayer,

And pour the horrors of despair.
7 But thou, regard my contrite sighs,

My tortur'd breast, my streaming eyes ;
To me thy boundless love extend,

My God, my Father, and my Friend.
8 These lovely names I ne'er could plead,

Had not thy Son vouchsaf'd to bleed;
His blood procures for human race

Admittance to the throne of grace.
9 When sin has shot its poison'd dart,
And conscious guilt corrodes the heart,
# John v. 4.
† John ix. 7.

† 2 Kings v. 10.

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His blood is all-sufficient found

To draw the shaft and heal the wound. 10 What arrows pierce so deep as sin ?

What venom gives such pain within ?
Thou great Physician of the soul,

Rebuke my pangs, and make me whole. 11 O! if I trust thy sov'reign skill,

And bow submissive to thy will,
Sickness and death shall both agree
To bring me, Lord, at last to thee.


On Recovery from Sickness. 1 VHEN we are rais'd from deep distress,

our God deserves our song; We take the pattern of our praise

from Hezekiah's* tongue. 2 The gates of the devouring grave

are open'd wide in vain, If he that holds the keys of death

command them fast again. 3 When he but speaks the healing word,

then no disease withstands; Fevers and plagues obey the Lord,

and fly, as he commands. 4 If half the strings of life should break,

he can our frame restore, And cast our sins behind his back,

and they are found no more.
5 To him I cry'd, “ Thy servant save,

“ thou ever good and just ;
Thy power can rescue from the grave;

“thy power is all my trust!"
6 He heard, and sav'd my soul from death,

and dry'd my falling tears : Now to his praise I'll

spend my breath, through my remaining years.


On the same. 1 Y God, since thou hast rais'd me up,

thee I'll extol with thankful voice; Restor'd by thine Almighty power,

with fear before thee I'll rejoice. 2 With troubles worn, with pain oppressid,

to thee I cry'd, and thou didst save; Thou didst support my sinking hopes, my life didst rescue from the

grave. 3 Wherefore, ye saints, rejoice with me,

with me sing praises to the Lord; Call all his goodness to your mind, and all his faithfulness record.

* Isaiah xxxix. 9, &c.

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