28 27. CONTINUED. 4 Why restless, why cast down, my soul? His aid for thee, and change these sighs PSALM xliv. N. Tate or N. Brady. This tune may be sung in double (2-4) time. BARBY. A-men. MEAR. C. M. IO LORD, our fathers oft have told In our attentive ears, Thy wonders in their days performed, And in more ancient years: 2 How thou, to plant them here, didst drive Afflicted by repeated strokes Of thine avenging hand. 3 For not their courage, nor their sword, Nor strength that from unequal force 4 But thy right hand and powerful arm, 5 As thee their God our fathers owned, O, therefore, as of old to them, A-men. 29 PSALM xlv. 3-5. KINGDOM. P. Doddridge. H. M. 7. K. Paine. IRD on thy conquering sword, Ascend thy shining car; In glad surprise, And sink, ye hills. :|| 2 Fair truth, and smiling love, And injured righteousness, Under thy banners move, And seek from thee redress: Thou in their cause Shalt prosperous ride, 3 Before thine awful face Millions : And far and wide The captives of thy grace,-The grace that conquers all: : What wondrous things Thine arm can do. : The world shall know, Great King of kings, 4 Here to my waiting soul Bend thy triumphant way; Here every fear control, And all thy power display: My heart, thy throne, Blest Jesus, see, : Bows low to thee,- OD is the refuge of his saints, GOD When storms of sharp distress invade: Ere we can offer our complaints, Behold him present with his aid. 30. CONTINUED. 31 UXBRIDGE. 2 Let mountains from their seats be hurled 3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar In sacred peace our souls abide; Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide. 4 There is a stream whose gentle flow 5 That sacred stream, thy holy word, And give new strength to fainting souls. 6 Zion enjoys her Monarch's love, Secure against a threatening hour; Built on his truth, and armed with power. PSALM xlvi. 1-5. ALLEYN. 87,87; 887. N. Decius. Arr. Mendelssohn. 32 I GOD OD is our refuge ever near, Therefore his people shall not fear, Though mountains from their base be hurled, The Lord is our salvation. 2 The stream that flows from Zion's hill, His presence there abiding: The Lord, her glory and defence, A-men. 3 The order of thy house, The worship of thy court, The cheerful songs, the solemn vows,- 32. CONTINUED. DOVER. 4 How decent and how wise! Beyond the pomp that charms the eyes, 5 The God we worship now, Will be our God while here below, A-men. ST. THOMAS, S. M. GRE REAT is the Lord our God, 2 These temples of his grace, How beautiful they stand! 3 In Zion God is known, How bright has his salvation shone 4 Oft have our fathers told, Our eyes have often seen,- |