The redemption of Israel of old pleaded by the Church, in prayer for redemption from sin.
1 THE Lord of old display'd his grace,
In Israel's favour'd land;
And captive Jacob's rescued race
Confess'd his saving hand.
2 Thou didst forgive thine heritage,
And all their sins efface;
The fury of thy wrath assuage;
And all thine anger chase.
3 Turn us, O God, our Saviour,-turn;
No thought of wrath retain.
For ever shall thine anger burn ?—
Revive us yet again.
4 Oh be thy people's joy restor❜d!
To us thy mercy show;
And thy salvation, long implor'd,
On us, O Lord, bestow.
The blessings of the great redemption by Messiah. 5 WE wait Jehovah's will to hear;
His promise whispers peace;
Salvation to his saints is near,
If they from folly cease.
6 On those that fear him, brightly shown,
His saving light attends;
His Glory, from th' eternal throne,
To dwell with men descends.
7 Prevailing Mercy, Truth unchang'd,
In kind communion meet:
Justice and Peace, no more estrang'd,
With mutual kisses greet.
8 Truth from the earth is seen to rise,
And wide her branches throw;
And Justice from her native skies
Looks down on man below.
9 The Lord bestows his saving grace,
On this our favour'd land:
May we his righteous footsteps trace,
Led by his guiding hand.
PSALM 86.
An earnest supplication.
1 HEAR me, O God; preserve my soul,
For I thy Name adore;
Thy servant save, who trusts in thee;
And graciously restore.
2 Daily I supplicate thy grace;
Thy mercy show to me;
And cause thy servant to rejoice
Who lifts his soul to thee.
3 Thou, Lord, art good; nor only good,
But prompt to pardon too;
Plenteous in mercy to all those,
That for thy mercy sue.
4 To my repeated humble prayer,
O Lord, attentive be;
When troubles rise, on thee I'll call,
For thou wilt answer me.
An act of faith, hope, and prayer.
5 AMONG the Gods, who, Lord, can boast
A name like Thine divine?
Neither their nature, nor their works,
Can be compar'd with Thine.
6 The nations thou hast made shall own
The works that thou hast done;
Shall own Thee LORD, Thee God supreme,
Confess Thee God alone.
7 Teach me thy holy way, O Lord,
To Thee unite my heart;
Then shall I fear thy glorious name,
Nor from thy truth depart.
8 Thee will I praise; but all thy grace
Transcends my power to tell.
Boundless thy patience, mercy, truth,
That rescue me from hell.
"Salvation is of the Jews;" but the Gentiles are fellow heirs, and of the same body, and partakers of the promise in Christ by the Gospel." John iv. 22.---Eph. ii. & iii.
1 GOD'S temple crowns the holy mount;
The Lord in Zion deigns to dwell:
Her favour'd gates, in his account,
His Israel's fairest tents excel.
Fame glorious things of thee shall sing,
Thou city of the heavenly King.
2 Egypt and Babylon shall join
The house of them that know the Lord;
Philistia and Tyre combine
With Seba to receive his word.
Each Gentile of the peopled earth
From Zion claims his happy birth.
3 Aliens no more, within her seat
Joyous they gain a blest abode;
Behold the countless myriads meet
As Zion's Sons, and heirs of God.
From Zion will each saint on earth-
From Zion claim his happy birth.
4 God will his Zion's state uphold:
And when his saints he shall declare,
Of each this truth shall then be told-
This man did Israel's birthright share.'
Let then each joyful Psalmist sing-
Zion, of grace th' unfailing spring.
PSALM 88.
The pleadings of Messiah in his sufferings, to him that was able to save him from death.---Appointed for Good Friday.
1 GOD of my health; to thee by day,
To thee by night I ceaseless pray:
Lord, to my cry incline thine ear;
My troubled soul to death draws near.
2 They number me among the dead,
Like those whose strength and hopes are fled.
Heavy thy wrath on me has lain;
A grievous burden I sustain.
3 Yet daily, Lerd, to thee I've pray'd;
With outstretch'd hand invok'd thy aid.
Wilt thou the dead restore, and bring
Them from the grave, thy praise to sing?
4 Shall the still grave thy love confess?
The mould'ring tomb thy faithfulness?
Thy truth and pow'r renown obtain
Where darkness and oblivion reign?
5 To thee, O Lord, I cry forlorn,
My pray'r prevents the early morn.
Why hast thou yet my soul repell'd;
Thy gracious presence thus withheld?
PSALM 89.
Praise for God's mercy in Christ, the Son of David. 1 THY mercies, Lord, shall be my song; My lips on them shall ever dwell.
To ages yet unborn my tongue
Thy neverfailing truth shall tell.
2 Thou spakest by the prophet's voice,
"With David I've my cov'nant made;
"To him, the servant of my choice
By solemn oath this boon convey'd.
3 "While earth and seas and skies endure, Thy seed shall in my sight remain;
"To them thy throne will I ensure,
They shall to endless ages reign."
4 For such stupendous truth and love,
Both heav'n and earth their praises owe;
By choirs of angels sung above,
And thy assembled saints below.
Jehovah claims the praise of his creatures because of his works, dispensations, and perfections.
5 WHAT Seraph, of celestial birth,
To vie with Israel's God shall dare?
Or who among the Gods of earth
With our Almighty LORD compare?
6 Assembled saints, revere this name
With solemn awe, and holy fear;
Who strength can like JEHOVAH claim?
What faithfulness like His appear?
7 Thou dost the lawless sea control,
And rule the raging of the deep;
Thou mak'st the sleeping billows roll,
Thou mak'st the rolling billows sleep.
8 In Thee the sov'reign right remains
Of earth and heav'n; Thee, Lord, alone
The world, and all that it contains,
Their Maker and Preserver own.
9 Earth's poles in their position rest,
First fix'd by thy creating voice;
Tabor and Hermon, east and west,
In thy sustaining power rejoice.
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