With wondrous motions, swift or slow, 4 Israel, a name divinely blest,
Still wandering in the paths below.
20 There ships divide their watery way,
And flocks of, scaly monsters play;
There dwells the huge Leviathan,
And foams and sports in spite of man.
PAUSE III.
21 Vast are thy works, Almighty Lord,
All nature rests upon thy word,
And the whole race of creatures stand,
Waiting their portion from thy hand.
2 While each receives his different food,
is cheerful looks pronounce it good; Eagles and bears, and whales and worms Rejoice and praise in different forms. 23 But when thy face is hid, they mourn; And, dying, to their dust return; Both man and beast their souls resign, Life, breath and spirit, all are thine. 24 Yet thou canst breathe on dust again, And fill the world with beasts and men; A word of thy creating breath Repairs the wastes of time and death. 25 His works, the wonders of his might, Are honour'd with his own delight: How awful are his glorious ways! The Lord is dreadful in his praise. 26 The earth stands trembling at thy stroke, And at thy touch the mountains smoke Yet humble souls may see thy face, And tell their wants to sovereign grace. 27 In thee my hopes and wishes meet, And make my meditations sweet; Thy praises shall my breath employ, Till it expire in endless joy.
May rise secure, securely rest;
Admit no slumber nor surprise.
Thy holy guardian's wakeful eyes
5 No sun shall smite thy head by day,
Nor the pale moon with sickly ray
Shall blast thy couch; no baleful star
Dart his malignant fire so far.
6 Should earth and hell with malice burn,
Still thou shalt go, and still return
Safe in the Lord; his heavenly care
Defends thy life from every snare.
On thee foul spirits have no power;
And in thy last departing hour,
Angels, that trace the airy road,
Shall bear thee homeward to thy God.
28 While haughty sinners die accurst,
Their glory bury'd with their dust,5
I, to my God, my heavenly King,
Inmortal hallelujahs sing.
PSALM 121. C. M.
Dundee, Abridge.
Preservation by day and night.
here all my hopes are laid;
O heaven I lift my waiting eyes,
The Lord, that built the earth and skies,
Their feet shall never slide nor fall,
Is my perpetual aid.
Whom he designs to keep:
His ear attends the softest call;
His eyes can can never sleep.
He will sustain our weakest powers
With his almighty arın,
And watch our most unguarded hours
Against surprising harin.
4 Israel, rejoice, and rest secure,
Thy keeper is the Lord;
His wakeful eyes employ his power
For thine eternal guard.
Nor scorching sun, nor sickly moon
Shall have his leave to smite;
He shields thy head from burning noon,
From blasting damps at night.
6 He guards thy soul, he keeps thy breath,
Where thickest dangers come;
Go and return, secure from death,
Till God commands thee home.
HYMN 83. B. 1. C. M. b
Durham, Windsor.
Afflictions and death under providence,
OT from the dust affliction grows,
Nor troubles rise by chance;
Yet we are born to cares and woes;
A sad inheritance!
2 As sparks break out from burning coals,
And still are upwards borne ;
So grief is rooted in our souls,
And man grows up to mourn.
3 Yet with, my God I leave my cause,
And trust his promis'd grace:
He rules me by his well-known laws
Of love and righteousness.
4 Not all the pains that e'er I bore
Shall spoil my future peace;
For death and hell can do no more
Than what my Father please.
HYMN 19. B. 2. C.M.
Abridge, London.
Our bodies frail,and God our preserver. 2
11 ET others boast how strong they be,
Nor death nor danger fear;
But we'll confess, O Lord, to thee,
What feeble things we are.
2 Fresh as the grass our bodies stand,
And flourish. bright and gay;
A blasting wind sweeps o'er the land,
And fades the grass away.
3 Our life contains a thousand springs,
And dies, if one be gone:
Strange! that a harp of thousand strings
Should keep in tune so long.
4 But 'tis our God supports our frame,
The God who built us first;
Salvation to th' Almighty Name
That rear'd us from the dust.
5[He spake and straight our hearts and
In all their motions rose; [brains
"Let blood," said he, "flow round the
veins,'
And round the veins it flows..
6 While we have breath, or use our tongues,
Our Maker we'll adore;
His Spirit moves our heaving lungs,
Or they would breathe no more.]
HYMN 13. B. 2. L. M.
Luton, Nantwich, Truro. The creation, and dissolution of the world. ING to the Lord who built the skies, The Lord who rear'd this stately frame;
Let all the nations sound his praise,
And lands unknown repeat his name.
He form'd the seas, and form'd the hills,
Made every drop, and every dust;
Nature and time with all their wheels,
And push'd them into motion first.
Now, from his high imperial throne,
He looks far down upon the spheres;
He bids the shining orbs roll on,
And round he turns the hasty years.
4 Thus shall this moving engine last,
Till all his saints are gather'd in:
Then for the trumpet's dreadful blast,
To shake it all to dust again.
Yet when the sound shall tear the skies,
And lightning burn the globe below,
Saints, you may lift your joyful eyes,
There's a new heaven and earth for you.
PSALM 107. 4th Part. L. M. *
Eaton, Nantwich, Blendon.
The seaman's song.
1WOULD you behold the works of God,
His wonders in the world abroad,
Go with the mariners, and trace
The unknown regions of the seas.
2 They leave their native shores behind,
And seize the favour of the wind,
Till God command, and tempests rise,
That heave the ocean to the skies.
3 Now to the heavens they mount amain; Now sink to dreadful deeps again; What strange affright young sailors feel, And like a staggering drunkard reel 4 When land is far, and death is nigh, Lost to all hope, to God they cry: His mercy hears their loud address, And sends salvation in distress.
5 He bids the winds their wrath assuage; The furious waves forget their rage: 'Tis calm; and sailors smile to see The haven where they wish'd to be. 60 may the sons of men record The wondrous goodness of the Lord! Let them their private offerings bring, And in the church his glory sing.
70 Cambridge, Rochester, Abridge.
The mariner's fisalm.
1
HY works of glory, mighty Lord,
Thy wonders in the deeps,
The sons of courage shall record,
Who trade in floating ships.
2 At thy command the winds arise,
And swell the towering waves;
The men, astonish'd, mount the skies,
And sink in gaping graves. -
S[Again they climb the watery hills,
And plunge in deeps again:
Each like a tottering drunkard reels,
And finds his courage vain.
4 Frighted to hear the tempest roar,
They pant with fluttering breath;
And, hopeless of a distant shore,
Expect immediate death.]
5 Then to the Lord they raise their cries;
He hears their loud request,
And orders silence through the skies,
And lays the floods to rest.
6 Sailors rejoice to lose their fears,
And see the storm allay'd:
Now to their eyes the port appears;
There let their vows be paid.
7 'Tis God that brings them safe to land;
Let stupid mortals know
That waves are under his command,
And all the winds that blow.
HYMN 103. B. 2. L. M. X
Bath, Putney.
The darkness of providence.
ORD, we adore thy vast designs,
Th' obscure abyss of providence!
Too deep to sound with mortal lines,
Too dark to view with feeble sense.
2 Now thou array'st thine awful face
In angry frowns, without a smile:
We through the cloud believe thy grace,
Secure of thy compassion still.
3 Through seas and storms of deep distress
We sail by faith, and not by sight;
Faith guides us in the wilderness,
Through all the terrors of the night.
4 Dear Father, if thy lifted rod
Resolve to scourge us here below;
Still let us lean upon our God,
Thine arm shall bear us safely through.
PSALM 73. S. M. Sutton, Hopkins. The mystery of providence unfolded. URE there's a righteous God,
SUR Nor is religion vain;
Though men of vice may boast aloud, And men of grace complain.
I saw the wicked rise,
And felt my heart repine,
While haughty fools, with scornful eyes, In robes of honour shine. [Pamper'd with wanton ease,
Their flesh looks full and fair; Their wealth rolls in like flowing seas, And grows without their care. Free from the plagues and pains That pious souls endure,
Through all their life oppression reigns, And racks the humble poor. Their impious tongues blaspheme The everlasting God:
Their malice blasts the good man's name, And spreads their lies abroad.
But I, with flowing tears,
Indulg'd my doubts to rise;
"Is there a God that sees or hears "The things below the skies."]
Till to thy house my feet were brought, To learn thy justice thence.
9 On what a slippery steep The thoughtless wretches go: And O, that dreadful fiery deep, That waits their fall below! 10 Lord, at thy feet I bow,
My thoughts no more repine ; I call my God my portion now, And all my powers are thine.
PSALM 73. 1st Part. C.M.
London, Dundee.
Afflicted saints happy, and prosperous sinners cursed.
1 NOW I'm convinc'd the Lord is kind To men of heart sincere,
Yet once my foolish thoughts repin'd, And border'd on despair.
21 griev❜d to see the wicked thrive,
And spoke with angry breath, "How pleasant and profane they live! "How peaceful is their death.
3 "With well fed flesh and haughty eyes "They lay their fears to sleep; "Against the heavens their slanders rise, "While saints in silence weep. 4"In vain I lift my hands to pray, "And cleanse my heart in vain, "For I am chasten'd all the day, "The night renews my pain."
5 Yet while my tongue indulg'd complaints, I felt my heart reprove; "Sure I shall thus offend thy saints, "And grieve the men I love." 6 But still I found my doubts too hard,
The conflict too severe,
Till I retir'd to search thy word, And learn thy secrets there. 7 There, as in some prophetic glass,
I saw the sinner's feet High mounted on a slippery place, Beside a fiery pit.
8 I heard the wretch profanely boast, Till at thy frown he fell; His honours in a dream were lost,
And he awoke in hell.
9 Lord, what an envious fool I was!
How like a thoughtless beast! Thus to suspect thy promis'd grace,
And think the wicked blest.
10 Yet I was kept from full despair, Upheld by power unknown: That blessed hand that broke the snare Shall guide me to thy throne.
PSALM 9. 2d Part. C. M. Ы
Canterbury, Plymouth.
The wisdom and equity of Providence 1WHEN the great Judge, supren and just,
Shall once enquire for blood,
The humble souls, who mourn in dust
Shall find a faithful God.
2 He from the dreadful gates of death
Doth his own children raise;
In Zion's gates, with cheerful breath
They sing their Father's praise.
His foes shall fall, with heedless feet,
Into the pit they made;
And sinners perish in the net
Which their own hands have spread. Thus by thy judgments, mighty God, Are thy deep counsels known: When men of mischief are destroy'd, The snare must be their own. PAUSE.
The wicked shall sink down to hell;
That dare forget thee, or rebel
Thy wrath devour the lands
Against thy known commands.
Tho' saints to sore distress are brought,
And wait and long complain,
Their cries shall never be forgot,
Nor shall their hopes be vain.
[Rise,great Redeemer, from thy seat,
To judge and save the poor;
Let nations, tremble at thy feet,
And man prevail no more.
Thy thunder shall affright the proud,
And put their hearts to pain,
Make them confess that thou art God,
And they but feeble men.]
4 My God! how excellent thy grace,
Whence all our hope and comfort springs,
The sons of Adam in distress
Fly to the shadow of thy wings.
5 From the provisions of thy house
We shall be fed with sweet repast;
There mercy like a river flows,
And brings salvation to our taste.
6 Life, like a fountain, rich and free,
Springs from the presence of the Lord;
And in thy light our souls shall see
The glories promis'd in thy word.
Luton, Eaton, Wells. Creation, providence and grace. IVE to our God immortal praise!
'G Mercy and truth are all his ways;
Wonders of grace to God belong,
Repeat his mercies in your song.
2 Give to the Lord of lords renown,
The King of kings with glory crown;
His mercies ever shall endure,
When lords and kings are known no more.
3 He built the earth, he spread the sky,
And fix'd the starry lights on high:
Wonders of grace to God belong,
PSALM 147. 1st Part. L. M. * Repeat his mercies in your song.
76} Dunstan, Newcourt.
Creation, providence and grace.
PRAISE ye the Lord: 'tis good to raise
Our hearts and voices in his praise :
His nature and his works invite
To make this duty our delight.
2 The Lord builds up Jerusalem,
And gathers nations to his name;
His mercy melts the stubborn soul,
And makes the broken spirit whole.
3He form'd the stars, those heavenly flames;-
He counts their numbers, calls their
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4 He fills the sun with morning light,
He bids the moon direct the night:
His mercies ever shall endure, [more.
When suns and moons shall shine no
5 The Jews he freed from Pharaoh's hand,
And brought them to the promis'd land :
Wonders of grace to God belong,
Repeat his mercies in your song.
6 He saw the Gentiles dead in sin,
And felt his pity work within :
His mercies ever shall endure,
When death and sin shall reign no more.
7 He sent his Son with power to save
Wonders of grace to God belong,
From guilt, and darkness, and the grave;
Repeat his mercies in your song.
8 Thro' this vain world he guides our feet,
And leads us to his heavenly seat;
His mercies ever shall endure,
When this vain world shall be no more.
5Sing to the Lord, exalt him lagh, Who spreads his clouds around the sky; There he prepares the fruitful rain,1
He makes the grass the hills adorn,
And clothes the smiling fields with corn:
The beasts with food his hands supply,
And the young ravens when they ory.
7 What is the creature's skill or force?
The sprightly man, the warlike horse,
The nimble wit, the active limb?
All are too mean delights for him.
8 But saints are lovely in his sight:
He views his children with delight:
He sees their hope, he knows their fear,
And looks and loves his image there.
God's wonders of creation, providence, redemption of Israel, and salvation of his people.
IVE thanks to God, the sovereign
And be the King of king's adored,
His truth is ever sure.
What wonders hath his wisdom done,
How mighty is his hand!
Heaven, earth and sea he fram'd alone:
How wide is his command!
3 The sun supplies the day with light:
How bright his counsels shine!
The moon and stars adorn the night!
His works are all divine.
4 [He struck the sons of Egypt dead;
How dreadful is his rod!
And thence with joy his people led :
How gracious is our God!
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