PSALM 116.
(c. M. SUBMISSION.)

Confession of unworthiness and depravity.
| For mercies, countless as the sands,

Which daily we receive
From our Redeemer's bounteous hands,

Oh! what shall sinners give ? 2 Alas! from hearts so vile as ours

No good can issue forth;
For sin has spoild our noblest powers,

Our all is nothing worth.
3 Yet this acknowledgment we make,

For all He has bestow'd;
Salvation's sacred cup we take,

And call upon our God.
4 The best return for such as we,

So wretched and so poor,
Is from his gifts to draw a plea,

And ask Him still for more.
5 We cannot serve Him as we ought;

No works have we to boast :
Yet would we glory in the thought,

That we shall owe Him most.

PSALM 118.
(c. M. MELCHISEDEC.)

Praise for the Sabbath.
1 This is the day the Lord hath made;

He calls the hours his own ;
Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad,

And praise surround the throne.

2 To-day He rose, and left the dead,

And Satan's empire fell:
To-day the saints his triumph spread,

And all his wonders tell.
3 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men

With messages of grace;
Who comes, in great Jehovah's name,

To save our guilty race.
4 Hosanna in the loftiest strains

The church on earth can raise !
The highest heavens, in which He reigns,

Shall yield Him nobler praise.

Psalm 119.

(C. M. MESSIAH) The word of God a lamp to our feel. v. 9. 10. 1 How shall the young secure their hearts,

And guard their lives from sin ?
Thy word, O Lord! the way imparts

To keep the conscience clean. 2 When that pervades the sinner's mind,

And spreads its light abroad,
The meanest may instruction find,

And raise their thoughts to God. 3 'Tis like the sun, a heavenly light,

That guides us all the day,
And through the dangers of the night,

A lamp to lead our way.
4 Thy word is everlasting truth,

How pure is every page!
Oh! may it guide our earliest youth,

And cheer our latest age !

Psalm 119.
(c. M. MANCHESTER.)

Sanctified affliction a blessing. v. 67. 71.
1 'Tis good for us, most gracious Lord !

To feel thy chastening rod :
Afflictions make us learn thy law,

And bring us near to God.
2 Had not thy word been our delight,

When earthly joys were fled,
Our souls, oppress'd with sorrow's weight,

Had sunk among the dead.
3 We know thy judgments all are right,

Though some may seem severe :
The heaviest sufferings we endure,

Flow from thy faithful care.
4 Before we felt thy chastening hand,

Our feet were wont to stray:
But now we learn to keep thy word,

And love to tread thy way.

PSALM 119.

(L, M, PANCRAS.)
The Christian weeping over the ungodly. V. 136.
1 Arise, my tenderest thoughts, arise,

Your torrents pour, my weeping, eyes;
And thou, my heart, with anguish feel

Those evils which thou canst not heal. 2 See human nature sunk in shame;

See scandals pour'd on Jesus' name;
The Father wounded through the Son,
The world abused, the soul undone.

3 See the short course of vain delight

Closing in scenes of endless night;
In flames, that no abatement know,

Though floods of tears for ever flow. 4 Who can survey the mournful scene?

Who but must weep o'er dying men ?
Fain, Lord ! my pity would reclaim,

And snatch the fire-brands from the flame, 5 But feeble my compassions prove;

I can but weep where most I love;
Thine own all-saving arm employ,
And turn these tears to tears of joy.

PSALM 121,
(c. M. DUBLIN.).

God the guardian of his saints.
1 From Zion's hills our help descends;

To them we lift our eyes :
Our strength on God alone depends,

Who made the earth and skies.
2 Around his saints, array'd in might,

His guardian shield He spreads ;
Nor sun by day, nor moon by night,

Shall hurt their favour'd heads. 3 He, ever watchful, ever nigh,

Forbids their feet to slide;
Nor sleep nor slumber seals the eye

Of Israel's Guard and Guide.
4 Safe may they come, and safe may go,

While they on Him depend :
For why? his power no bounds can know,

His mercy knows no end.

PSALM 122.

(c. M. TRURO.) The house of God welcome to the Christian. 1 How did our hearts rejoice to hear

Our friends devoutly say, 6. In Zion let us all appear,

And keep this solemn day.”
2 Up to her courts, with heartfelt praise,

The holy tribes repair;
There David's Son his sceptre sways,

And sits in judgment there. 3 He hears our praise and our complaint;

And, while his awful voice
Divides the sinner from the saint,

We tremble and rejoice.
4 Peace be within this sacred place,

And joy, a constant guest;
With holy gifts and heavenly grace,

Be her attendants blest !
5 Our souls shall still for Zion pray

Long as our breath remains :
There our best friends their homage pay;

There God, our Saviour, reigns.

PSALM 122.
(P. M. GREENWICH.)

For the morning of the Sabbath.
1 The festal morn, our God! is come,
That calls us to thy hallow'd dome,

Thy presence to adore: