P. M. Cumberland. [*]

The Book of Nature and Scripture. GREAT God, the heaven's well order'd

frame

Declares the glories of thy name;

There thy rich works of wonder shine:
A thousand starry beauties there,
A thousand radiant marks appear,

Of boundless power and skill divine. 2 From night to day, from day to night, The dawning and the dying light,

Lectures of heav'nly wisdom read:
With silent eloquence they raise
Our thoughts to our Creator's praise,
And neither sound nor language need
3 Yet their divine instructions run,
Far as the journeys of the sun;

And ev'ry nation knows their voice:
The sun, like some young bridegroom dress'd,
Breaks from the chambers of the east;

Rolls round and makes the earth rejoice.
4 Where'er he spreads his beams abroad,
He smiles and speaks his maker God;
All nature joins to show thy praise;
Thus God in ev'ry creature shines:
-Fair is the book of nature's lines;
But fairer is the book of grace.]

PAUSE.

D5 I love the volumes of thy word;-
What light and joy these leaves afford,
To souls benighted and distress'd!
-Thy precepts guide my doubtful way,
Thy fear forbids my feet to stray,

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Thy promise leads my heart to rest.
6 From the discov'ries of thy law,
The perfect rules of life I draw;
These are my study and delight:
Not honey so invites the taste,

or gold that has the furnace pass'd,
Appears so pleasing to the sight.

e 7 Thy threat'nings wake my slumb`ring eyes,
And warn me where my danger lies;
But 'tis thy blessed gospel, Lord,

That makes my guilty conscience clean,
Converts my soul, subdues my sin,
And gives a free, but large reward.

8 Who knows the errours of his thoughts? My God, forgive my secret faults,

And from presumptuous sins restrain :
-Accept my poor attempts of praise,
That I have read thy book of grace,
And book of nature not in vain.

PSALM 20. L. M. Blendon. [*]

Prayer and Hope of Victory.

NOW may the God of

and

power grace Attend his people's humble cry! Jehovah hears when Israel prays, And brings deliv'rance from on high.

2 The name of Jacob's God defends, Better than shields or brazen walls; He from his sanctuary sends

Succour and strength when Zion calls.

e 3 Well he remembers all our sighs,
His love exceeds our best deserts;
His love accepts the sacrifice-
Of humble groans and broken hearts.

• 4 In his salvation is our hope;
And in the name of Israel's God,
Our troops shall lift their banners up,
Our navies spread their flags abroad."
-5 Some trust in horses train'd for war,
And some of chariots make their boasts;
o Our surest expectations are

From thee, the Lord of heavenly hosts.

6 [O may the mem'ry of thy name, Inspire our armies for the fight!

d Our foes shall fall and die with shame, Or quit the field with shameful flight.]

-7 Now save us, Lord, from slavish fear, Now let our hope be firm and strong; o Till thy salvation shall appear, And joy and triumph raise the song.

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PSALM 21. C. M. Sunday. {*}
Our Country the Care of Heaven.
UR land, O Lord, with songs of praise
Shall in thy strength rejoice;

OU

And, blest with thy salvation, raise
To heaven their cheerful voice.

2 Thy sure defence, through nations round,
Has spread our wondrous name;
And our successful actions crown'd
With dignity and fame.

3 Then let our land on God alone

For timely aid rely;

His mercy,

which adorns his throne, Shall all our wants supply.

4 But, righteous Lord, thy stubborn foes
Shall feel thy dreadful hand;

Thy vengeful arm shall find out those
Who hate all just command.

5 When thou against them dost engage,
Thy just but dreadful doom
Shall, like a fiery oven's rage,
Their hopes and them consume.

6 Thus, Lord, thy wondrous power declare, And thus exalt thy fame;

Whilst we glad songs of praise prepare
For thine almighty name.]

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L. M. Castle-street. [*]

V. 1-9. Christ exalted to the Kingdom.

DAVID rejoic'd in God his strength, Rais'd to the throne by special grace; o But Christ the Son appears at length, Fulfils the triumph and the praise. -2 How great is the Messiah's joy, In the salvation of thy hand!

g Lord thou hast rais'd his kingdom high,
And giv'n the world to his command.
-3 Thy goodness grants whate'er he will,
Nor does the least request withhold;
Blessings of love prevent him still,
And crowns of glory, not of gold.
g 4 Honour and majesty divine
Around his sacred temples shine,

Blest with the favour of thy face,
And length of everlasting days.

e [5 Thine hand shall find out all his foes
And as the fiery oven glows

With raging heat and living coals,

So shall thy wrath devour their souls.]

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PSALM 22. C. M. 1st Part. Canterbury [*] V. 1-16. The Sufferings and Death of Christ 1 [WHY has my God my soul forsook,

Nor will a smile afford?

(Thus David once in anguish spoke,
And thus our dying Lord.)

2 Though 'tis may chief delight to well,
Among thy praising saints;
Yet thou canst hear a groan as w 1,
And pity our complaints.

3 Our fathers trusted in thy name,
And great deliv'rance found:
But I'm a worm despis'd of men,
And trodden to the ground.

4 Shaking the head, they pass me by,
And laugh my soul to scorn ;
'In vain he trusts in God,' they cry,
'Neglected and forlory."

5 But thou art he who form'd my flesh,
By thine almighty word;

And since I hung upon the breast,
My hope is in the Lord.

e Why will my Father hide his face,
When foes stand threatening round,
In the dark hour of deep distress,
And not a helper found?"

PAUSE.

7 Behold thy darling left among
The cruel and the proud;

As balls of Bashan fierce and strong,
As lions roaring loud.

8 From earth and hell my sorrows meet,
To multiply the smart;

They nail my hands, they pierce my feet,
And try to vex my heart.

9 Yet if thy sovereign hand let loose
The rage of earth and hell;
Why will my heavenly Father bruise
The Son he loves so well?

10 My God, if possible it be,
Withhold this bitter cup:
But I resign my will to thee,
And drink the sorrows up.

11 My heart dissolves in pangs unknown;
In groans I waste my breath:

Thy heavy hand hath brought me down,
Low as the dust of death.

12 Father, I give my spirit up,
And trust it in thy hand;
My dying flesh shall rest in hope,
And rise at thy command.]

C. M. 2nd Part. Bedford. [*]
V. 20,21,27-31. Christ's Sufferings and Kingdom.
OW from the roaring lion's rage,

P 'N O Lord, protect thy Son;

Nor leave thy darling to engage
'The powers of hel! alone.'

-2 Thus did our suffering Saviour pray,
With mighty cries and tears:

o God heard him in that dreadful day,
And chas'd away his fears.

3 Great was the victory of his death;
His throne's exalted high;
And all the kindreds of the earth
Shall worship-or shall die.

4 A numerous offspring must arise
From his expiring groans;
They shall be reckon'd in his eyes
For daughters and for sons.

5 The meek and humble souls shall see
His table richly spread;

-And all that seek the Lord shall be

With joys immortal fed.

6 The isles shall know the righteousness
Of our incarnate God ;

And nations yet unborn, profess

Salvation in his blood.

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