And judges of the earth,

His matchless praise proclaim. In this design,

Let youths with maids,
And hoary heads
With children join.
13 United zeal be shown,
His wondrous fame to raise,
Whose glorious name alone
Deserves our endless praise :
Earth's utmost ends
His power obey;
His glorious sway

The sky transcends.

14 His chosen saints to grace,
He sets them up on high,
And favours Israel's race,
Who still to him are nigh:
O therefore raise
Your grateful voice,
And still rejoice
The Lord to praise.
PSALM 149.

PRAISE ye the Lord,
prepare your glad voice,

His praise in the great
assembly to sing:
In our great Creator
let Israel rejoice;
And children of Sion

be glad in their King.

3, 4 Let them his great name
extol in the dance;
With timbrel and harp
his praises express;
Who always takes pleasure
his saints to advance,
And with his salvation
the humble to bless.
5, 6 With glory adorn'd,
his people shall sing
To God, who their beds

with safety does shield; Their mouths fill'd with praises of him, their great King; Whilst a two-edged sword their right hand shall wield; 7,8 Just vengeance to take for injuries past; To punish those lands for ruin design'd;

With chains, as their captives,
to tie their kings fast,
With fetters of iron

their nobles to bind.

9 Thus shall they make good, when them they destroy, The dreadful decree

which God does proclaim; Such honour and triumph

his saints shall enjoy:

O therefore for ever exalt his great name.

PSALM 150.

PRAISE the Lord in that blest place, from whence his goodness largely flows;

Praise him in heaven, where he his face,

unveil'd, in perfect glory shows. 2 Praise him for all the mighty acts which he in our behalf has done; His kindness this return exacts,

with which our praise should equal run. 3 Let the shrill trumpet's warlike voice make rocks and hills his praise rebound: Praise him with harp's melodious noise, and gentle psaltery's silver sound. 4 Let virgin troops soft timbrels bring, and some with graceful motion dance; Let instruments of various string,

with organs join'd, his praise advance. 5 Let them who joyful hymns compose, to cymbals set their songs of praise; Cymbals of common use, and those that loudly sound on solemn days. 6 Let all that vital breath enjoy,

the breath he does to them afford, In just returns of praise employ; Let every creature praise the Lord

GLORIA PATRI.

Common Measure. The God whom we adore, 10 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

Be glory, as it was, is now,
and shall be evermore.
As Psalm 25.

To God the Father, Son,
and Spirit, glory be;
As 'twas, and is, and shall be so
to all eternity.

As Psalm 100.

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

the God whom earth and heaven adore,

Be glory, as it was of old,

is now, and shall be evermore.

As Psalm 37.

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

The God whom heaven's triumphant host, and suffering saints on earth adore, Be glory, as in ages past,

As now it is, and so shall last

when time itself shall be no more,
As Psalm 148.

To God the Father, Son,
And Spirit ever bless'd,
Eternal Three in One,
All worship be address'd;
As heretofore
It was, is now,
And shall be so
For evermore.
As Psalm 149.

By angels in heaven
of every degree,
And saints upon earth,
All praise be address'd
To God in three persons,
One God ever blessed;
As it has been, now is,

and always shall be.

3 Thy gifts are manifold, thou writ'st God's law in each true heart; The promise of the Father, thou dost heavenly speech impart.

4 Enlighten our dark souls, till they thy sacred love embrace; Assist our minds, by nature frail, with thy celestial grace.

6 Drive far from us the mortal foe, and give us peace within,

That, by thy guidance blest, we may escape the snares of sin.

6 Teach us the Father to confess, and Son from death revived, And thee with both, O Holy Ghost, who art from both derived.

HYMN 7.

For the same.

COME, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove, with all thy quickening powers; Kindle a flame of sacred love

in these cold hearts of ours.

2 See how we grovel here below,
fond of these earthly toys;
Our souls how heavily they go,
to reach eternal joys!

3 In vain we tune our lifeless songs,
in vain we strive to rise!
Hosannas languish on our tongues,
and our devotion dies.

4 Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove, with all thy quickening powers; Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, and that shall kindle ours.

2 What greater gift, what greater love, could God on man bestow?

Angels for this rejoice above,

let man rejoice below!

3 Hail, blessed Spirit! may each soul
thy sacred influence feel;
Do thou each sinful thought control,
and fix our wavering zeal !

4 Thou to the conscience dost convey
those checks which we should know;
Thy motions point to us the way;
thou giv'st us strength to go.
HYMN 9.

FOR THE HOLY COMMUNION.
From the Revelation of St. John.

"THOU, God, all glory, honour, power,

art worthy to receive;

Since all things by thy power were made, and by thy bounty live.

2 And worthy is the Lamb all power, honour, and wealth to gain,

Glory and strength; who for our sins a sacrifice was slain !

3 All worthy thou, who has redeem'd, and ransom'd us to God,

From every nation, every coast,
by thy most precious blood.

4 Blessing and honour, glory, power,
by all in earth and heaven
To him that sits upon the throne,
and to the Lamb be given.
# Chap. iv. Chap. v. 12.

Chap. v. 2. §Ver. 13.

HYMN 10. For the same.

MY God, and is thy table spread?

and does thy cup with love o'erflow? Thither be all thy children led,

and let them thy sweet mercies know!

2 Hail, sacred Feast, which Jesus makes!
rich banquet of his flesh and blood!
Thrice happy he who here partakes
that sacred stream, that heavenly food!
3 Why are its dainties all in vain
before unwilling hearts display'd?
Was not for you the victim slain?
are you forbid the children's bread?

4 0 let thy table honour'd be,
and furnish'd well with joyful guests!
And may each soul salvation see,
that here its holy pledges tastes!

5 Drawn by thy quickening grace, O Lord,
in countless numbers let them come,
And gather from their Father's board,
the bread that lives beyond the tomb!
6 Nor let thy spreading Gospel rest,
till through the world thy truth has run,
Till with this bread all men be blest
who see the light, or feel the sun!
HYMN 11.

For the same.

AND are we now brought near to God,

who once at distance stood? And, to effect this glorious change, did Jesus shed his blood?

2 O for a song of ardent praise, to bear our souls above!

What should allay our lively hope, or damp our flaming love!

3 Then let us join the heavenly choirs, to praise our heavenly King!

O may that love which spread this board, inspire us while we sing

4" Glory to God in highest strains, "and to the earth be peace; "Good-will from heaven to men is come; " and let it never cease!"

HYMN 12.

ON THE NEW YEAR.

HE God of life, whose constant care With blessings crowns each opening year, My scanty span doth still prolong, And wakes anew mine annual song. 2 How many precious souls are fled To the vast regions of the dead, Since to this day the changing sun Through his last yearly period run! 3 We yet survive; but who can say, "Or through this year, or month, or day, "I shall retain this vital breath,

"Thus far, at least, in league with death?"
4 That breath is thine, eternal God;
'Tis thine to fix my soul's abode;
It holds its life from thee alone,
On earth, or in the world unknown.

5 To thee our spirits we resign,
Make them and own them still as thine
So shall they live secure from fear,
Though death should blast the rising year.
6 Thy children, panting to be gone,
May bid the tide of time roll on,
To land them on that happy shore,
Where years and death are known no more.
7 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin, nor hell shall seach that place;

No groans to mingle with the songs,
Resounding from immortal tongues:
8 No more alarms from ghostly foes;
No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight shade, no clouded sun,
But sacred, high, eternal noon.
9 0, long expected year! begin ;
Dawn on this world of woe and sin;
Fain would we leave this weary road,
To sleep in death, and rest with God."
HYMN 13.

The Christian's Hope. THEN rising from the bed of death, o'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear,

WHEN

I see my Maker face to face;

O how shall I appear!

2 If yet, while pardon may be found, and mercy may be sought,

My heart with inward horror shrinks, and trembles at the thought;

3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclosed

in Majesty severe,

And sit in judgment on my soul

O how shall I appear!

4 But thou hast told the troubled mind,

who does her sins lament;

The timely tribute of her tears shall endless wo prevent.

Then see the sorrow of my heart, e'er yet it be too late;

And hear my Saviour's dying groans, to give these sorrows weight.

6 For never shall my soul despair her pardon to procure,

Who knows thy only Son has died,

to make her pardon sure.

7 Great God! with wonder and with praise, on all thy works I look ;

But still thy wisdom, power, and grace,
shine brighter in thy book.

8 The stars, that in their courses roll,
have much instruction given;
But thy good word informs my soul
how I may soar to heaven."

9 The fields provide me food, and show
the goodness of the Lord;

But fruits of life and glory grow
in thy most holy word.

10 Here are my choicest treasures hid,
here my best comfort lies;
Here my desires are satisfy'd,

and here my hopes arise.

11 Lord, make me understand thy law,
show what my faults have been;
And from thy gospel let me draw
pardon for all my sin.

12 Here would I learn how Christ has died

to save my soul from hell;

Not all the books on earth beside

such heavenly wonders tell.

13 Then let me love my Bible more, and take a fresh delight,

By day to read these wonders o'er, and meditate by night.

That glows within my ravish'd heart! but thou canst read it there. 3 Thy providence my life sustain'd, and all my wants redrest, When in the silent womb I lay, and hung upon the breast.

4 To all my weak complaints and cries thy mercy lent an ear,

E're yet my feeble thoughts had learnt to form themselves in prayer.

5 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul thy tender care bestow'd, Before my infant heart conceived from whom those comforts flow'd. 6 When in the slippery paths of youth with heedless steps I ran,

Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe, and led me up to man.

7 Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths, it gently clear'd my way,

And through the pleasing snares of vice,
more to be fear'd than they.

8 When worn with sickness, oft hast thou
with health renew'd my face;
And when in sins and sorrows sunk,
revived my soul with grace.

9 Thy bounteous hand, with worldly bliss,
has made my cup run o'er;

And in a kind and faithful friend

has doubled all my store.

10 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts my daily thanks employ;

Nor is the least a cheerful heart,

that tastes those gifts with joy.

11 Through every period of my life thy goodness I'll pursue;

And after death, in distant worlds, the glorious theme renew.

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 15.

On the Glory of God in the Starry Heavens: be ing a Translation of Part of the 19th Psalm of David.

HE spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,

And spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great original proclaim.

2 The 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 evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale;
And nightly, to the listening 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, "The hand that made us is divine."

HYMN 16.

On the Providence of God: taken chiefly from the

THE

23d Psalm of David.

HE 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 wandering steps he leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.

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.

HYMN 17.

For the Mercies of Redemption.

ALL-glorious God, what hymns of praise

Shall transported voices raise !
What ardent love and zeal are due,
While heaven stands open to our view!
2 Once we were fallen, and O how low!
Just on the brink of endless wo;
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!

HYMN 18.

For Public Mercies and Deliverances.

SALVATION doth to God belong;

His power and grace 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 deliverance he may stay,
Yet answers still in his own day.

3 0 may this goodness lead our land,
Still saved 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;
Still in thy precepts and thy fear,
Till life's last hour, to persevere.

GO

HYMN 19.

On God's Dominion over the Sea.
OD of the seas! thine awful voice
Bids all the rolling waves rejoice,
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 adored
Among the watery nations, Lord!
Yet men, who trace the dangerous waves,
Forget the mighty God who saves!
HYMN 20.

Which may be used at Sea or on Land.
LORD! 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 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 hills dost smile, and smooth'st the rugged seas!

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4 When waves on waves, to heaven uprear'd, defy'd the pilot's art;

When terror in each face appear'd,

and sorrow in each heart;

5 To thee I raised my humble prayer, to snatch me 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.

HYMN 21.

Prayer and Hope of Victory.

NOW may the God of grace and power
attend his people's humble cry;
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. HYMN 22.

For the Use of the Sick.

WHEN teach me where to fly:

WHEN dangers, woes, or death are nigh,

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 ;