6 Divine Instructor, gracious Lord,
Be thou for ever near;
Teach me to love thy sacred word,
And view my Saviour there.
The Seasons crowned with Goodness. Psalm lxv. 11.
TERNAL source of every joy!
Well may thy praise our lips employ,
While in thy temple we appear,
To hail thee sov'reign of the year.
2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll,
Thy hand supports and guides the whole:
The sun is taught by thee to rise,
And darkness when to veil the skies.
3 The flowery spring, at thy command,
Perfumes the air, and paints the land;
The summer rays with vigour shine
To raise the corn and cheer the vine.
4 Thy hand in autumn richly pours
Through all our coast redundant stores;
And winters, soften'd by thy care,
No more the face of horror wear.
5 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days
Demand successive songs of praise;
And be the grateful homage paid,
With morning light and evening shade,
6 Here in thy house let incense rise,
And circling sabbaths bless our eyes,
Till to those lofty heights we soar,
Where days and years revolve no more..
HYMN LIV.
HARK! from the tombs, a mournful sound,
My ears attend the cry:
"Ye living men, come view the ground "Where you must shortly lie.
2 "Princes, this clay must be your bed, "In spite of all your towers!
"The tall, the wise, the reverend head "Must lie as low as ours."
3 Great God! is this our certain doom?
And are we still secure?
Still walking downward to the tomb;
And yet prepare no more?
4 Grant us the power of quickening grace,
To fit our souls to fly:
Then, when we drop this dying flesh,
We'll rise above the sky.
HYMN LV.
A Charity Hymn.
ORD of life, all praise excelling,
Thou, in glory unconfined,
Deign'st to make thy humble dwelling
With the poor of humble mind.
2 As thy love, through all creation,
Beams like thy diffusive light;
So the scorn'd and humble station
Shrinks before thine equal sight.
3 Thus thy care, for all providing,
Warm'd thy faithful prophet's tongue;
Who, the lot of all deciding,
To thy chosen Israel sung:
4 When thine harvest yields thee pleasure,
Thou the golden sheaf shalt bind;
To the poor belongs the treasure
Of the scatter'd ears behind.
These thy God ordains to bless
The widow and the fatherless.
5 When thine olive plants increasing,
Pour their plenty o'er thy plain,
Grateful thou shalt take the blessing,
But not search the bough again.
Chorus. These, &c.
6 When thy favour'd vintage flowing,
Gladdens thy autumnal scene,
Own the bounteous hand bestowing,
But thy vines the poor shall glean.
Chorus. These, &c.
Still we read thy word declaring
Mercy, Lord, thine own decree;
Mercy, every sorrow sharing,
Warms the heart resembling thee
8 Still the orphan and the stranger,
Still the widow owns thy care,
Screen'd by thee in every danger,
Heard by thee in every prayer.
Hallelujah. Amen.
HYMN LVI.
At the Ordination or Institution of a Minister. NATHER of mercies! in thy house
We pay our homage and our vows; Whilst with a grateful heart we share 'These pledges of our Saviour's care. 2 The Saviour, when to heaven he rose, In splendid triumph o'er his foes, Scatter'd his gifts on men below, And wide his royal bounties flow.
3 Hence sprang the Apostle's honour'd name, Sacred beyond heroic fame;
Hence dictates the prophetic sage,
And hence the evangelic page.
4 In lower forms, to bless our eyes,
Pastors from hence and Teachers rise;
Who, though with feebler rays they shine,
Still mark a long extended line.
5 From Christ their varied gifts derive,
And, fed by him, their graces live:
Whilst, guarded by his potent hand,
Amidst the rage of hell they stand.
6 So shall the bright succession run,
Through all the courses of the sun;
Whilst unborn churches, by their care,
Shall rise and flourish large and fair.
7 Jesus, our Lord, their hearts shall know
The spring whence all these blessings flow;
Pastors and people shout his praise,
Through the long round of endless days.
HYMN LVII.
Prayer for Ministers.
ATHER of mercies! bow thine ear,
FATHER est prayer,
We plead for those who plead for thee,
Successful pleaders may they be!
2 How great their work, how vast their charge
Do thou their anxious souls enlarge;
Their best acquirements are our gain,
We share the blessings they obtain.
3 Clothe, then, with energy divine
Their words, and let those words be thine;
To them thy sacred truth reveal,
Suppress their fear, inflame their zeal.
4 Teach them to sow the precious seed,
Teach them thy chosen flock to feed;
Teach them immortal souls to gain-
Souls that will well reward their pain.
5 Let thronging multitudes around,
Hear from their lips the joyful sound;
In humble strains thy grace implore,
And feel thy new-creating power.
6 Let sinners break their massy chains,
Distressed souls forget their pains;
Let light through distant realms be spread,
And Zion rear her drooping head.
Whenever the Hymns are used at the celebration of divine service, a certain portion or portions of the Psalms of David in metre shall also be sung.
AN ALPHABETICAL TABLE,
Showing where to find each Psalm or Hymn by its beginning.
Defend me, Lord, from shame
Deliver me, O Lord, my God
Do thou, O God, in mercy help
For ever bless'd be God the Lord
For thee, O God, our constant praise
From lowest depths of woe
From my youth up, may Israel say
Give ear, thou Judge of all the earth
God in the great assembly stands
God is our refuge in distress
God's temple crowns the holy mount
Had not the Lord, may Israel say
Happy the man whose tender care
Have mercy, Lord, on me
Hear, O my people, to my law
He's blest whose sins have pardon gain'd
He that has God his guardian made
Hold not thy peace, O Lord our God
How blest are they, who always keep
How blest is he, who ne'er consents
How good and pleasant must it be
How long wilt thou forget me, Lord
How many, Lord, of late are grown
How vast must their advantage be
I'll celebrate thy praises, Lord
In deep distress I oft have cry'd
In Judah the Almighty's known
In thee I put my steadfast trust
In vain, Ó man of lawless might
I waited meekly for the Lord
Jehovah reigns, let all the earth
Jehovah reigns; let therefore all
Judge me, O Lord, for I the paths
Just Judge of heaven, against my foes
Let all the just to God with joy
Let all the listening world attend
Let all the lands, with shouts of joy
Let David, Lord, a constant place
Let God, the God of battle, rise
Lord, hear the voice of my complaint
Lord, hear my cry, regard my prayer
Lord, hear my prayer, and to my cry
Lord, hear the voice of my complaint
Lord, let thy just decrees the king
Lord, not to us, we claim no share
Lord, save me, for thy glorious name
Lord, thou hast granted to thy land
Lord, who's the happy man that may
My crafty foe, with flattering art
My God, my God, why leav'st thou me
My soul for help on God relies
My soul, inspired with sacred love
My soul with grateful thoughts of love
No change of time shall ever shock
O all ye people, clap your hands
O come, loud anthems let us sing
Of mercy's never-failing spring
O God, who hast our troops dispersed
O God, my gracious God, to thee
O God, my heart is fully bent
O God, whose former mercies make
O God of hosts, the mighty Lord
O God, to whom revenge belongs
O Israel's Shepherd, Joseph's Guide
O Lord, thou art my righteous Judge
O Lord, my God, since I have placed
O Lord, my rock, to thee I cry
O Lord, our fathers oft have told
O Lord, to my relief draw near
O Lord, the Saviour and defence
O Lord, I am not proud of heart
On thee, who dwell'st above the skies
O praise the Lord, for he is good
O praise the Lord, with one consent
O praise the Lord, and thou, my soul
O praise the Lord with hymns of joy
O praise ye the Lord
O praise the Lord in that blest place
O render thanks, and bless the Lord
O render thanks to God above
O'twas a joyful sound to hear
O thou, to whom all creatures bow
Praise ye the Lord; our God to praise
Preserve me, Lord, from crafty foes
Protect me from my cruel foes
Resolved to watch o'er all my ways
Save me, O God, from waves that roll
Since I have placed my trust in God
Since godly men decay, O Lord
Sing to the Lord a new-made song
Sing to the Lord a new-made song
Speak, O ye judges of the earth
Sure wicked fools must needs suppose
That man is blest who stands in awe
Thee I will bless, my God and King
The heavens declare thy glory, Lord
The king, O Lord, with songs of praise
The Lord hath spoke, the mighty God
The Lord himself, the mighty Lord
The Lord, the only God, is great
The Lord to thy request attend
The Lord unto my Lord thus spake
The man is blest that fears the Lord
The spacious earth is all the Lord's
The wicked fools must sure suppose
Though wicked men grow rich or great
Thou, Lord, by strictest search, hast known
Through all the changing scenes of life
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