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The dreadful Judge, with stern command,
Divides him to a different place. 6 “ Straight is the way my saints have trod;
“ I bless'd the path, and drew it plain; “ But you would choose the crooked road, “ And down it leads to endless pain.”
PSALM II. Christ's death, resurrection, and ascension. C.M. 1 WHY did the nations join to slay
The Lord's anointed Son ?
And tread his gospel down?
Derides their rage below;
And strikes their spirits through. 3 “ I call him my Eternal Son,
“ And raise him from the dead; “I make my holy hill his throne,
6 And wide his kingdom spread. 4. “ Ask me, my Son, and then enjoy
66 The utmost heathen lands: “ Thy rod of iron shall destroy
- The rebel that withstands.” 5 Be wise, ye rulers of the earth,
Obey th' anointed Lord,
And tremble at his word.
6 With humble love address his throne;
For if he frown, ye die:
Who on his grace rely.
Praise to our Creator. L.M. 1 BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy; Know that the Lord is God alone,
He can create, and he destroy!
Made us of clay and form'd us men;
He brought us to his fold again! 3 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. 4 Wide as the world is thy command;
Vast as eternity thy love!
Lord's-day Morning. C.M. 1 LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high; To thee will I direct my prayer, To thee lift
2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone
To plead for all his saints, Presenting at his Father's throne
Our songs and our complaints. 3 Thou art a God, before whose sight
The wicked shall not stand ; Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,
Nor dwell at thy right hand. 4 But to thy house will I resort,
To taste thy mercies there;
And worship in thy fear.
In ways of righteousness!
And plain before my face.
PSALM V. Temptations in sickness overcome. L.M. i LORD, I can suffer thy rebukes, When thou with kindness dost chastise
; But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear:
O let it not against me rise. 2 Pity my languishing estate,
And ease the sorrows that I feel ;
O let thy gentler touches heal! 3 See how I pass my weary days
In sighs and groans; and when 'tis night,
My bed is water'd with my tears;
My grief consumes, and dims my sight. 4 Look how the powers of nature mourn !
How long, Almighty God, how long?
return ? When shall I make thy grace my song? 5 I feel
flesh so near the grave, My thoughts are tempted to despair; But
graves can never praise the Lord,
And all despairing thoughts depart;
whole heart I'll raise my song; Thy wonders I'll proclaim; Thou, sovereign Judge of right and wrong,
Wilt put thy foes to shame.
My God prepares his throne
And make his vengeance known. 3 Then shall the Lord a refuge prove
For all the poor oppress'd ; To save the people of his love, And give the weary rest.
4 The men that know thy name, will trust
In thy abundant grace;
Who humbly seek thy face.
Who dwells on Zion's hill,
And doth his grace fulfil.
By nature all men are sinners. C.M. 1 FOOLS in their hearts believe and say,
“ That all religion's vain ; “ There is no God that reigns on high,
“ Or minds the affairs of men." 2 From thoughts so dreadful and profane,
Corrupt discourse proceeds;
Look'd down on things below,
Their practice all the same;
There's none that loves his name. 5 Their tongues are used to speak deceit,
Their slanders never cease;