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e Let no created greatness dare With our eternal God compare,

Arm'd with his uncreated might. e 3 He bows his glorious head to view What the bright hosts of angels do,

And bends his care to mortal things: -His sov'reign hand exalts the poor; He takes the needy from the door, And makes them company for kings. 4 [When childless families despair, He sends the blessings of an heir, To rescue their expiring name; The mother with a cheerful voice, Proclaims his praises and her joys: Let ev'ry age advance his fame.] L. M. Quercy. [*]

GOD Sovereign and Gracious.

1 [YE servants of th' almighty King,

In ev'ry age his praises sing; Where'er the sun shall rise or set, The nations shall his praise repeat. 2 Above the earth-beyond the sky, Stands his high throne of majesty; Nor time nor place his pow'r restrainNor bound his universal reign.

3 Which of the sons of Adam dare, Or angels with their God compare? His glories how divinely bright, Who dwells in uncreated light! 4 Behold his love! he stoops to view What saints above and angels do; And condescends, yet more, to know The mean affairs of men below. 5 From dust, and cottages obscure, His grace exalts the humble poor; Gives them the honour of his sons, And fits them for their heav'nly thrones. 6 A word of his creating voice, Can make the barren house rejoice: Tho' Sarah's ninety years were past, The promis'd seed is born at last. 7 With joy the mother views her son, And tells the wonders God has done;

Faith may grow strong when sense despairs;
If nature fails, the promise bears.]

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PSALM 114. L. M. Blendon. [*] Miracles attending Israel's Journey. WHEN Israel, freed from Pharaoh's hand, Left the proud tyrant and his land, The tribes, with cheerful homage, own Their King, and Judah was his throne. e 2 Across the deep their journey lay; o The deep divides to make them way: -Jordan beheld their march, and fled, With backward current to his head. o 3 The mountains shook like frighted sheep, Like lambs the little hillocks leap; Not Sinai on her base could stand, Conscious of sov'reign pow'r at hand. 84 What pow'r could make the deep divide! Make Jordan backward roll his tide? Why did ye leap, ye little hills?

And whence the fright that Sinai feels? g 5 Let ev'ry mountain, ev'ry flood, Retire, and know the approaching God! The King of Israel! see him here! Tremble, thou earth, adore, and fear. 6 He thunders-and all nature mourns:

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The rock to standing pools he turns;

Flints spring with fountains at his word,

And fires and seas confess the Lord.

PSALM 115. L. M. FIRST PART. Psalm 97th. [*] The true GoD: or, Idolatry reproved.

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NOT to ourselves, who are but dust,
Not to ourselves is glory due;

Eternal God, thou only just,

Thou only gracious, wise and true!

g 2 Shine forth, in all thy dreadful name; e Why should a heathen's haughty tongue Insult us, and to raise our shame,

d Say, "Where's the God you've serv'd so long?" 03 The God, we serve, maintains his throne, Above the clouds, beyond the skies:

Through all the earth his will is done;
He knows our groans, he hears our cries.

e 4 But the vain idols they adore,
Are senseless shapes of stone and wood;
At best a mass of glitt'ring ore,

A silver saint, or golden god.

5 [With eyes and ears they carve the head;
Deaf are their ears, their eyes are blind:
In vain are costly off'rings made,

And vows are scatter'd in the wind.

6 Their feet were never made to move,
Nor hands to save when mortals pray:
Mortals that pay them fear or love,
Seem to be blind and deaf as they.]
g 7 O Israel, make the Lord thy hope,
Thy help, thy refuge, and thy rest,
The Lord shall build thy ruins up,
And bless the people and the priest.
a 8 The dead no more can speak thy praise,
They dwell in silence in the grave;

o But we shall live to sing thy grace,
u And tell the world thy pow'r to save.

P. M. Walworth. [*]

Popish Idolatry reproved.

1 Not tour worthless names is glory due;

TOT to our names, Thou only Just and True,

Thy pow'r and grace, thy truth and justice,claim
Immortal honours to thy sov'reign name.

Shine thro' the earth, from heav'n thy blest abode, Nor let the heathen say,"And where's your God?” 2 Heav'n is thine higher court; there stands thy throne; And thro' the lower worlds thy will is done: Earth is thy work; the heav'ns thy hand hath spread; e But fools adore the gods their hands have made: -The kneeling crowd, with looks devout behold

Their silver saviours and their saints of gold.
3 [Vain are those artful shapes of eyes and ears,
The molten image neither sees nor hears;
Their hands are helpiess, nor their feet can move;
They have no speech, nor thought, nor pow'r, nor love:
Yet sottish mortals make their long complaints
To their deaf idols and their moveless saints.

4 The rich have statues well adorn'd with gold; The poor content with gods of coarser mould; With tools of iron carve the senseless stock, Lopt from a tree, or broken from a rock: People and priest drive on the solemn trade, And trust the gods that saws and hammers made.] a 5 Be heav'n and earth amaz'd!-'Tis hard to say, Which the more stupid,or their gods or they. ⚫ O Israel, trust the Lord; HE hears and sees; He knows thy sorrows, and restores thy peace: His worship does a thousand comforts yield, He is thy help, and he thine heav'nly shield. • 6 In God we trust: our impious foes in vain Attempt our ruin, and oppose his reign;

e Had they prevail'd, darkness had clos'd our days, And death and silence had forbid his praise:" s But we are sav'd, and live: let songs arise, And Zion bless the God who built the skies.

PSALM 116. FIRST PART. Canterbury. [*b] Recovery from Sickness.

1 [T LOVE the Lord: he heard my cries,
Iand pity'd ev'ry groan:

Long as I live, when troubles rise,
I'll hasten to his throne.

2 I love the Lord: he bow'd his ear,
And chas'd my griefs away:
O let my heart no more despair,
While I have breath to pray!

e 3 My flesh declin'd, my spirits fell,
And I drew near the dead;

While inward pangs, and fears of hell,
Perplex'd my wakeful head,

d 4 "My God, I cry'd, thy servant save,
Thou ever good and just;

Thy pow'r can rescue from the grave,
Thy pow'r is all my trust."

- 5 The Lord beheld me sore distrest,
He bade my pains remove;
Return, my soul, to God thy rest,
For thou hast known his love.

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06 My God hath sav'd my soul from death, And dry'd my falling tears;

o Now to his praise I'll spend my breath, And my remaining years.]

C. M. SECOND PART. Hymn 2nd. St. Martin's. [*] V. 12, &c.-Vows made in trouble, paid in the Church. HAT shall I render to my God,

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o My feet shall visit thine abode,
My songs address thy throne.

-2 Among the saints who fill thine house,
My off'ring shall be paid;
There shall my zeal perform the vows,
My soul in anguish made.

e 3 How much is mercy thy delight,
Thou ever blessed God!

How dear thy servants in thy sight!
How precious is their blood!

o 4 How happy all thy servants are!
How great thy grace to me!

My life which thou hast made thy care,
Lord, I devote to thee.

-5 Now I am thine-for ever thine-
Nor shall my purpose move;

Thy hand hath loos'd my bonds of pain,
And bound me with thy love.

6 Here in thy courts, I leave my vow,
And thy rich grace record;

Witness ye saints, who hear me now,
If I forake the Lord.

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PSALM 117. C. M. Doxology. [*]
Praise to Gon from all Nations.

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ye nations, praise the Lord,
Each with a diff'rent tongue;
In ev'ry language learn his word,
And let his name be sung.

2 His mercy reigns through ev'ry land!
Proclaim his grace abroad;

For ever firm his truth shall stand;
Praise ye the faithful God.

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L. M. Old Hundred. [*]

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ROM all who dwell below the skies,
Let the Creator's praise arise;

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