God the Help of the Distrest.
MARGATE LENT. S. M.
IN deep distress, to God I pour'd my care and grief; To him I rais'd my mournful cry, And sought from him relief.
I look'd, but found no friend To aid me in distress;
All refuge fail'd, and none vouchsaf'd To pity or redress.
To God, at length, I cried; "Thou, Lord, my refuge art; My portion in the land of life, Till life itself depart.
Redeem my helpless soul, That I may praise thy name; So shall assembled saints with me Thy power and grace proclaim."
PSALM CXLIII.
For Support and Guidance.
LORD, hear my prayer, and to my cry Thy wonted favor lend; In thine accustom'd truth and love A gracious answer send.
Bring not to thy tribunal, Lord,
Thy servant to be tried;
For no man living in thy sight Can e'er be justified.
Now, for the sake of thy great name, Revive my sinking heart;
And, for thy truth and mercy's sake, Thy promis'd aid impart.
Thou art my God, thy righteous law Instruct me to obey :
And let thy Spirit guide me still, And keep me in thy ways
Thanksgiving for Victory.
NEW SABBATH. L. M.
BLEST be the Lord, our strength and shield Amid the dangers of the field; Whose power prepares us for the fight, And arms us with resistless might. Still, Lord, thy presence interpose, And save us from our threat'ning foes: Our efforts bless, our strength increase, And crown the land with joy and peace. Then shall the fold its thousands yield, And oxen till the fruitful field;
No more shall captives mourn their chain, Nor want, nor wretchedness complain. O, happy people! favor'd state!
On whom such ample blessings wait: Thrice blest, who on the Lord depend, Their God, their guardian, and their friend. PSALM CXLV. (PART 1.) God's infinite and eternal Majesty.
THEE I'll extol, my God and King, Thine endless praise proclaim; To thee my daily tribute bring, And ever bless thy name.
For thou art great, supremely great, And highly to be prais'd; Thy majesty, with boundless height, Above our thought is rais'd.
Ages to ages shall proclaim
Thy deeds of truth and might;
And men shall praise thy glorious name,
And in thy love delight.
Thine is an everlasting throne,
And thy dominion sure;
The saints shall make thy glories known,
And let the earth adore.
The Goodness of God.
WARWICK. C. M.
THE Lord is good; fresh acts of grace His pity still supplies;
His anger moves with slowest pace, His willing mercy flies.
His love through earth extends its fame, By all his works exprest;
These shew his praise, while his great name Is by his servants blest. Whate'er their various wants require, With open hand he gives; And so fulfils the just desire
Of ev'ry thing that lives.
My time to come, in praises spent, Shall still declare his fame: Let all the earth, with one consent, Exalt his glorious name.
PSALM CXLVI.
Sure Trust in God only.
BELLE FIELD.
O PRAISE the Lord, and thou, my soul, For ever bless his name;
His wondrous love, while life shall last, My constant praise shall claim.
On princes, -on the sons of men, Let none for aid rely;
They cannot help; they turn to dust,
And all their counsels die.
But happy he, who Jacob's God
For his protector takes;
Who still, with well-plac'd hope, the Lord
His constant refuge makes.
The Lord our God, on Sion thron'd,
Is our eternal king;
From age to age his reign endures;
Let all his praises sing.
Praise for national Blessings.
O PRAISE the Lord, Jerusalem; Thy God, O Sion, praise! Whose arm alone thy safety brings; The strength of all thy ways.
Thy children he hath blest in thee, And given thy borders
peace; His love hath crown'd thy fruitful fields With harvest's glad increase.
To Jacob he hath fully taught
The doctrines of his word; And maketh known to Israel's seed The statutes of the Lord.
He hath not thus to other lands
His power and love made known; Then let us all with thankful songs Adore his name alone.
PSALM CXLVIII. (FIRST VERSION.) Universal Praise to God.
YE boundless realms of joy, Exalt your Maker's name ; In praise your songs employ Above the starry frame : Your voices raise, Ye cherubim, And seraphim, To sing his praise. Thou moon that rul'st the night, And sun that guid'st the day; Ye glitt'ring stars of light,
To him your homage pay: His praise declare, Ye heavens above, And clouds that move In liquid air.
Let them adore the Lord, And praise his holy name, By whose almighty word They all from nothing came:
And all shall last, From changes free
firm decree Stands ever fast.
YE who dwell above the skies, Free from human miseries; Ye, whom highest heaven contains, Praise our God in lofty strains: His deserved praise record, His, who made you by his word. Praise him, princes of the earth; All of high or humble birth; Youths, and maidens, flourishing In the beauty of your spring: Ye, who bow with age's weight, Ye, who were but born of late.
Praise his name with one consent; Oh, how great and excellent! Than the deep profounder far; Higher than the highest star: Saints he will to honor raise, Ye, his people, sound his praise.
PSALM CXLIX.
A Song of Thanksgiving.
HANOVER. P. M.
O PRAISE ye the Lord, prepare your glad voice; His praise in the great assembly to sing: In God the Creator let Israel rejoice, And children of Sion exult in their King.
Let all who adore Jehovah, our Lord,
With heart and with tongue his praises express; Who always is ready his saints to reward, And with his salvation the humble to bless.
With glory adorn'd his people shall sing To God, who their heads with safety doth shield; Such honor and triumph his favor shall bring: O therefore, for ever, all praise to him yield.
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