Love to the House of God.

WILMINGTON. P. M.

THE festal morn, O God, is come,
That calls us to thy hallow'd dome,
Thy presence to adore :

With joy the summons we attend,
With willing steps thy courts ascend,
And tread the sacred floor.

Be peace by each implor'd on thee,
O Salem, while with bended knee
To Jacob's God we pray:
How blest, who calls himself thy friend!
Success his labor shall attend,
And safety guard his way.

To thee, from earth's remotest end,
Let the redeem'd of God ascend,
To thee their tribute bring:
There, crown'd with everlasting joy,
In hymns of praise their tongues employ,
And hail th' Immortal King.

LORD, before thy throne we bend;
Lord, to thee our hopes ascend;
Servants to our master true,

Lord, we yield thee homage due:
Children, to our God we fly,
Gracious Father, hear our cry.

From the heavens, thy dwelling place,
Hear and grant thy pard'ning grace;
In temptation's dang'rous hour,
Leave us not beneath its power:
God, our Saviour, still be nigh,
Lord of life and victory!

Gratitude for national Deliverance.

WAREHAM. L. M.

HAD not the Lord, may Israel say,
Had not the Lord his aid supplied,
When those who sought us for a prey,
Rose like the ocean's swelling tide ;-
The angry waters that assail'd,
Had fiercely rag'd beyond control:
Their rising billows had prevail'd;
The floods had overwhelm'd our soul.
But prais'd for ever be the Lord,
Who made our souls his gracious care:
He did his timely help afford,
And broke the wily fowler's snare.

Our help is in Jehovah's name,

Who form'd the earth, and built the sky; He, that upholds their wondrous frame, His people guards with watchful eye.

PSALM CXXV.

The Safety of those who trust in God.

ST. ANN'S. C. M.

WHO make the Lord of hosts their tower,
Shall like Mount Sion be,
Immoveable by mortal power,
And fixt eternally.

As round about Jerusalem

The guardian mountains stand;
So shall the Lord encompass them
Who hold by his right hand.

Do good, O Lord, do good to those
Who cleave to thee in heart;
Who on thy truth alone repose,
Nor from thy law depart.

While rebel-souls, who turn aside,
Thine anger shall destroy;

Do thou in peace thy people guide
To everlasting joy.

Comfort and Deliverance in God.
ANGELS' SONG. L. M.

WHEN God from sin's captivity
Sets his afflicted people free;
Lost in amaze, their mercies seem
The transient raptures of a dream.

But soon their ransom'd souls rejoice,
And mirth and music swell their voice,
Till foes confess,- -nor dare condemn,-
"The Lord hath done great things for them."
Turn our captivity, O Lord,

As southern rivers, at thy word,

O'erflow their banks, and thus restore
Plenty, where all was waste before.

Who sow in tears shall reap in joy;
Nought shall the precious seed destroy;
Nor long the weeping exiles roam,
But bring their sheaves rejoicing home.

PSALM CXXVII.

Success from God only.

BRADING. L. M.

EXCEPT the Lord our labors bless,
In vain shall we desire success:
Except his power the gates maintain,
The watchman waketh but in vain.
'Tis useless toil our stores to keep,
Early to rise, and late to sleep,
Unless thy presence, Lord, be nigh,
And providential care supply.

Teach us in all our cares to flee
For guidance and for help to thee:
Thy blessing ask, whate'er we do,

And in thy strength our work pursue.

So we, thy sons, by mercy led,

Through life's dark path shall safely tread;
And, in thy blessing, never cease
To find prosperity and peace.

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The good Man blest in his Family.

WILTSHIRE. C. M.

HOW blest the man, whose heart is fill'd
With holy zeal and awe;

Whose lips to God their tribute yield;
Whose life adorns his law!

The Lord in mercy near him stands,
To guard his favor'd head;
And on the labor of his hands
Will constant blessings shed.
He, by the God of Jacob blest,
Through length of days, shall see
His children's children, Sion's rest,
And her prosperity.

Yea, richer mercies far than these
On him the Lord shall pour;
Shall crown his soul with joy and peace,
And life for evermore.

PSALM CXXIX.

The Folly of the Enemies of Sion.

BATH. C. M.

OFT from my youth, may Israel say,
Have I been sore assail'd;

Oft have the wicked vex'd my soul,
But never yet prevail'd.

The ploughers plough'd upon my back,
And made long furrows there;
But, strong to save, the righteous Lord
Hath broke the deadly snare.

Confusion and defeat repay

The hate of Sion's foes:

Like grass that on the housetop springs,
But withers as it grows;-

So shall their evil purpose end
In fruitless toil and shame;
Nor any wish their hopes success,
Nor bless them in God's name.

Assurance in God's Mercy.

MARGATE LENT. S. M.

FROM lowest depths of wo
To God I rais'd my cry;
Lord, hear my supplicating voice,
And graciously reply.

Should'st thou severely judge,'
Who can the trial bear?
But thou forgiv'st, lest we despond,
And quite renounce thy fear.

My soul with patience waits
For thee, the living Lord;
My hopes are on thy promise built,-
Thy never-failing word.

Let sinners seek the Lord;

No bounds his mercy knows;

The plenteous source and spring, from whence Eternal succour flows.

LORD, for ever at thy side
May my place and portion be:
Strip me of the robe of pride;
Clothe me with humility.

Meekly as an infant child

Weaned from the mother's breast;
By no subtlety beguil'd,
On thy faithfulness I rest.

Saints rejoicing evermore,
In the Lord Jehovah trust;
Him in all his ways adore,
Wise, and wonderful, and just.