8 Then will I raise my tuneful voice
To make thy wonders known:
In their salvation I'll rejoice,
And bless thee for my own.

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PSALM 35. 12-14. PART II. C. M.

Love to enemies; or, The Love of Christ to sinners typified in David.

EHOLD the love, the generous love

BThat holy David shows;

Hark, how his sounding bowels move
To his afflicted foes!

2 When they are sick his soul complains,
And seems to feel the smart;
The spirit of the gospel reigns,
And melts his pious heart.

3 How did his flowing tears condole
As for a brother dead!

And fasting mortified his soul,
While for their life he prayed.

4 They groaned, and cursed him on their bed, Yet still he pleads and mourns;

And double blessings on his head
The righteous God returns.

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Blest and beloved of God,

To save us rebels, dead in sin, Paid his own dearest blood.

PSALM 36. 5-9. L. M.

The perfections and providence of God; or, General providence and special grace.

IGH in the heavens, eternal God,

Hfhy in odness in full glory shines; Thy truth shall break through every cloud That veils and darkens thy designs.

2 For ever firm thy justice stands,

As mountains their foundations keep;
Wise are the wonders of thy hands;
Thy judgments are a mighty deep.

3 Thy providence is kind and large,
Both man and beast thy bounty share;
The whole creation is thy charge,
But saints are thy peculiar care.

4 My God! how excellent thy grace,
Whence all our hope and comfort springs;
The sons of Adam in distress
Fly to the shadow of thy wings.
5 From the provisions of thy house
We shall be fed with sweet repast;
There mercy like a river flows,
And brings salvation to our taste.
6 Life, like a fountain rich and free,
Springs from the presence of the Lord;
And in thy light our souls shall see
The glories promised in thy word.

PSALM 36. 1, 2, 5-7, 9. C. M.

Practical atheism exposed; or, The being and attributes of God asserted.

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4 Thy justice shall maintain its throne,
Though mountains melt away;
Thy judgments are a world unknown,
A deep unfathomed sea.

5 Above the heavens' created rounds,
Thy mercies, Lord, extend;

Thy truth outlives the narrow bounds
Where time and nature end.

6 Safety to man thy goodness brings,
Nor overlooks the beast;
Beneath the shadow of thy wings
Thy children choose to rest.

7 [From thee, when creature-streams run low,
And mortal comforts die,
Perpetual springs of life shall flow,
And raise our pleasures high.

8 Though all created light decay,
And death close up your eyes,
Thy presence makes eternal day,
Where clouds can never rise.]

And yet a God they own,

My heart within me often says,

Their thoughts believe there's none.'

2 Their thoughts and ways at once declare,
(Whate'er their lips profess,)

God hath no wrath from them to fear,
Nor will they seek his grace.

3 What strange self-flattery blinds their eyes; But there's an hastening hour,

When they shall see with sore surprise
The terrors of thy power.

And practise all that's good; So shall I dwell among the just, And he'll provide me food.

4 I to my God my ways commit, And cheerful wait his will;

Thy hand, which guides my doubtful feet,
Shall my desires fulfil.

5 Mine innocence shalt thou display,
And make thy judgments known,
Fair as the light of dawning day,
And glorious as the noon.

6 The meek at last the earth possess, And are the heirs of heaven; True riches, with abundant peace, To humble souls are given.

PAUSE.

7 Rest in the Lord and keep his way,
Nor let your anger rise,
Though Providence should long delay
To punish haughty vice.

8 Let sinners join to break your peace,
And plot, and rage, and foam;
The Lord derides them, for he sees
Their day of vengeance come.

9 They have drawn out the threatening sword, Have bent the murderous bow,

To slay the men that fear the Lord,
And bring the righteous low.

10 My God shall break their bows, and burn Their persecuting darts,

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Shall their own swords against them turn, And pain surprise their hearts.

PSALM 37. 16, 21, 26-31. PART II. C. M. Charity to the poor; or, Religion in words and deeds.

WHY

HY do the wealthy wicked boast,
And grow profanely bold?

The meanest portion of the just

Excels the sinner's gold.

2 The wicked borrows of his friends,
But ne'er designs to pay;
The saint is merciful and lends,
Nor turns the poor away.

3 His alms with liberal heart he gives
Amongst the sons of need;
His memory to long ages lives,
And blessed is his seed.

4 His lips abhor to talk profane,
To slander or defraud;

His ready tongue declares to men
What he has learned of God.

5 The law and gospel of the Lord
Deep in his heart abide;
Led by the Spirit and the word,
His feet shall never slide.

6 When sinners fall the righteous stand, Preserved from every snare;

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They shall possess the promised land, And dwell for ever there.

PSALM 37. 23-37. PART III. C. M.

7 But mark the man of righteousness, His several steps attend;

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True pleasure runs through all his ways, And peaceful is his end.

PSALM 38. C. M.

Guilt of conscience and relief; or, Repentance and prayer for pardon and health.

AMIDST thy wrath remember love,

Restore thy servant, Lord;

Nor let a father's chastening prove
Like an avenger's sword."

2 Thine arrows stick within my heart,
My flesh is sorely prest;

Between the sorrow and the smart
My spirit finds no rest.

3 My sins a heavy load appear,
And o'er my head are gone ;
Too heavy they for me to bear,
Too hard for me to atone.

4 My thoughts are like a troubled sea,
My head still bending down;
And I go mourning all the day
Beneath my Father's frown.

5 Lord, I am weak, and broken sore,
None of my powers are whole :
The inward anguish makes me roar,
The anguish of my soul.

6 All my desire to thee is known,
Thine eye counts every tear,
And every sigh, and every groan'
Is noticed by thine ear.

7 Thou art my God, my only hope;
My God will hear my cry,
My God will bear my spirit up
When Satan bids me die.

8 [My foot is ever apt to slide,
My foes rejoice to see 't;

They raise their pleasure and their pride,
When they supplant my feet.

9 But I'll confess my guilt to thee,

And grieve for all my sin,

I'll mourn how weak my graces be,
And beg support divine.

10 My God, forgive my follies past,
And be for ever nigh;

O Lord of my salvation, haste,
Before thy servant die.]

PSALM 39. 1-3. PART I. C. M.

Watchfulness over the tongue; or, Prudence

and zeal.

HUS I resolved before the Lord,

wicked.

Y God, the steps of pious men

MAre ordered by thy will;

Though they should fall, they rise again, Thy hand supports them still.

2 The Lord delights to see their

ways,

Their virtue he approves;
He'll ne'er deprive them of his grace,
Nor leave the men he loves.

3 The heavenly heritage is theirs,
Their portion and their home;

He feeds them now, and makes them heirs Of blessings long to come.

4 Wait on the Lord, ye sons of men,

Nor fear when tyrauts frown;

Ye shall confess their pride was vain,
When justice casts them down.

PAUSE.

5 The haughty sinner have I seen,
Nor fearing man nor God,

Like a tall bay-tree fair and green,
Spreading his arms abroad."

6 And lo! he vanished from the ground, Destroyed by hands unseen;

Nor root, nor branch, nor leaf was found Where all that pride had been.

3 See the vain race of mortals move

Like shadows o'er the plain, They rage and strive, desire and love, But all the noise is vain.

4 Some walk in honour's gaudy show, Some dig for golden ore,

They toil for heirs, they know not who,
And straight are seen no more.

5 What should I wish or wait for then
From creatures, earth and dust?
They make our expectations vain,
And disappoint our trust.

6 Now I forbid my carnal hope,
My fond desires recall;
I give my mortal interest up,
And make my God my all.

PSALM 39. 9-13. PART III. C. M.

Sick-bed devotion; or, Pleading without repining.

life, look down,

Behold the pains I feel;

But I am dumb before thy throne,
Nor dare dispute thy will.

2 Diseases are thy servants, Lord,
They come at thy command;

I'll not attempt a murmuring word!
Against thy chastening hand.

3 Yet I may plead with humble cries,
Remove thy sharp rebukes;

My strength consumes, my spirit dies,
Through thy repeated strokes.

4 Crushed as a moth beneath thy hand,
We moulder to the dust;

Our feeble powers can ne'er withstand, And all our beauty 's lost.

5 [This mortal life decays apace,
How soon the bubble 's broke!

Adam and all his numerous race
Are vanity and smoke.]

6 I'm but a sojourner below,
As all my fathers were;
May I be well prepared to go
When I the summons hear.

7 But if my life be spared a while,
Before my last remove,

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Thy praise shall be my business still, And I'll declare thy love.

PSALM 40. 1-3, 5, 17. PART I. C. M.

A song of deliverance from great distress.

I

WAITED patient for the Lord,
He bowed to hear my cry;
He saw me resting on his word,
And brought salvation nigh.

2 He raised me from a horrid pit
Where mourning long I lay,

And from my bonds released my feet,
Deep bonds of miry clay.

3 Firm on a rock he made me stand,
And taught my cheerful tongue
To praise the wonders of his hand,
In a new thankful song.

4 I'll spread his works of grace abroad;
The saints with joy shall hear,
And sinners learn to make my God
Their only hope and fear.

5 How many are thy thoughts of love!
Thy mercies, Lord, how great!
We have not words nor hours enough
Their numbers to repeat.

6 When I'm afflicted, poor, and low,
And light and peace depart,
My God beholds my heavy woe,
And bears me on his heart.

My soul delights no more.'

2 Then spake the Saviour, Lo, I'm here,

My God, to do thy will;

Whate'er thy sacred books declare

Thy servant shall fulfil.

3 Thy law is ever in my sight,
I keep it near my heart;
Mine ears are opened with delight
To what thy lips impart.'

4 And see, the blessed Redeemer comes, The eternal Son appears,

And at the appointed time assumes
The body God prepares.

5 Much he revealed his Father's grace,
And much his truth he showed,
And preached the way of righteousness,
Where great assemblies stood.

6 His Father's honour touched his heart, He pitied sinners' cries,

And, to fulfil a Saviour's part,
Was made a sacrifice.

PAUSE.

7 No blood of beasts on altars shed
Could wash the conscience clean;
But the rich sacrifice he paid
Atones for all our sin.

8 Then was the great salvation spread,
And Satan's kingdom shook;
Thus by the woman's promised seed
The serpent's head was broke.

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PSALM 40. 5-10. L. M.

Christ our sacrifice.

THE wonders, Lord, thy love has wrought Exceed our praise, surmount our thought, Should I attempt the long detail,

My speech would faint, my numbers fail.

2 No blood of beasts on altars spilt

Can cleanse the souls of men from guilt:
But thou hast set before our eyes
An all-sufficient sacrifice.

3 Lo! thine eternal Son appears,
To thy designs he bows his ears,
Assumes a body well prepared,
And well performs a work so hard.
4 Behold, I come,' (the Saviour cries,
With love and duty in his eyes,)
I come to bear the heavy load
'Of sins, and do thy will, my God.
5 Tis written in thy great decree,
'Tis in thy book foretold of me,
I must fulfil the Saviour's part,
And lo! thy law is in my heart!
6 I'll magnify thy holy law,
And rebels to obedience draw,
When on my cross I 'm lifted high,
Or to my crown above the sky.

7 The Spirit shall descend and show
What thou hast done, and what I do;
The wondering world shall learn thy grace,
Thy wisdom and thy righteousness."

3 His soul shall live secure on earth,
With secret blessings on his head,
When drought, and pestilence, and dearth,
Around him multiply their dead.
4 Or, if he languish on his couch,
God will pronounce his sins forgiven;
Will save him with a healing touch,
Or take his willing soul to heaven.

PSALM 42 1-5. PART I. C. M. Desertion and hope; or, Complaint of absence from public worship.

1

WITH earnest longings of the mind,

My Ged, to thee I look;

So pants the hunted hart to find

And taste the cooling brook.

2 When shall I see thy courts of grace, And meet my God again?

So long an absence from thy face
My heart endures with pain.
3 Temptations vex my weary soul,
And tears are my repast;
The foe insults without control,

And where 's your God at last ?'
4 'Tis with a mournful pleasure now
I think on ancient days!
Then to thy house did numbers go,
And all our work was praise.

5 But why, my soul, sink down so far
Beneath this heavy load?

Why do my thoughts indulge despair, And sin against my God?

6 Hope in the Lord, whose mighty hand Can all thy woes remove;

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For I shall yet before him stand.
And sing restoring love.

PSALM 42. 6-11. PART II. L. M.

4 But now our souls are seized with shame,
Confusion fills our face,
To hear the enemy blaspheme,
And fools reproach thy grace.
5 Yet have we not forgot our God,
Nor falsely dealt with heaven,
Nor have our steps declined the road
Of duty thou hast given;

6 Though dragons all around us roar
With their destructive breath,

And thine own hand has bruised us sore, Hard by the gates of death.

PAUSE.

7 We are exposed all day to die
As martyrs for thy cause,

As sheep for slaughter bound we lie
By sharp and bloody laws.

8 Awake, arise, Almighty Lord,
Why sleeps thy wonted grace?

Why should we look like men abhorred,
Or banished from thy face?

9 Wilt thou for ever cast us off,
And still neglect our cries?
For ever hide thine heavenly love
From our afflicted eyes?

10 Down to the dust our soul is bowed,
And dies upon the ground;
Rise for our help, rebuke the proud,
And all their powers confound.

11 Redeem us from perpetual shame,
Our Saviour and our God;

We plead the honours of thy name,
The merits of thy blood.

PSALM 45. S. M.

MY

afflictions.

Y spirit sinks within me, Lord,
But I will call thy name to mind,
And times of past distress record,
When I have found my God was kind.
2 Huge troubles, with tumultuous noise,
Swell like a sea and round me spread;
Thy water-spouts drown all my joys,
And rising waves roll o'er my head.
3 Yet will the Lord command his love,
When I address his throne by day,
Nor in the night his grace remove;
The night shall hear me sing and pray.

4 I'll cast myself before his feet,

And say, My God, my heavenly rock, • Why doth thy love so long forget

The soul that groans beneath thy stroke?"

5 I'll chide my heart that sinks so low,
Why should my soul indulge her grief?
Hope in the Lord, and praise him too,
He is my rest, my sure relief.

6 Thy light and truth shall guide me still,
Thy word shall my best thoughts employ,
And lead me to thine heavenly hill,
My God, my most exceeding joy.

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PSALM 44. 1-3, 8, 15-26. C. M.

The church's complaint in persecution.

LORD, we have heard thy works of old, Thy works of power and grace,

When to our ears our fathers told

The wonders of their days.

2 How thou didst build thy churches here, And make thy gospel known;

Amongst them did thine arm appear,
Thy light and glory shone.

3 In God they boasted all the day,

And in a cheerful throng

Did thousands meet to praise and pray,
And grace was all their song.

Thy beauties are divine; Thy lips with blessings overflow, And every grace is thine.

2 Now make thy glory known, Gird on thy dreadful sword, And ride in majesty to spread The conquests of thy word.

2 Sweet is thy speech, and heavenly grace
Upon thy lips is shed;
Thy God, with blessings infinite,
Hath crowned thy sacred head.

3 Gird on thy sword, victorious Prince,
Ride with majestic sway:

Thy terrors shall strike through thy foes,
And make the world obey.

4 Thy throne, O God, for ever stands;
Thy word of grace shall prove
A peaceful sceptre in thy hands,
To rule the saints by love.

5 Justice and truth attend thee still,
But mercy is thy choice;

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And God, thy God, thy soul shall fill
With most peculiar joys.

PSALM 45. PART I. L. M.

The glory of Christ, and power of his gospel.
WOW be my heart inspired to sing
The glories of my Saviour-king,
Jesus the Lord; how heavenly fair
His form! how bright his beauties are!
2 O'er all the sons of human race

He shines with a superior grace;
Love from his lips divinely flows,
And blessings all his state compose.
3 Dress thee in arms, most mighty Lord,
Gird on the terror of thy sword,
In majesty and glory ride,

With truth and meekness at thy side.
4 Thine anger, like a pointed dart,
Shall pierce the foes of stubborn heart;
Or words of mercy kind and sweet
Shall melt the rebels at thy feet.
5 Thy throne, O God, for ever stands,
Grace is the sceptre in thy hands;
Thy laws and works are just and right,
Justice and grace are thy delight.

6 God, thine own God, has richly shed
His oil of gladness on thy head,
And with his sacred Spirit blest
His first-born Son above the rest.

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PSALM 45. PART II. L. M.

Christ and his church; or, The mystical marriage.

THE King of saints, how fair his face,
Adorned with majesty and grace!
He comes with blessings from above,
And wins the nations to his love.

2 At his right hand our eyes behold
The queen arrayed in purest gold;
The world admires her heavenly dress,
Her robe of joy and righteousness.

3 He forms her beauties like his own;
He calls and seats her near his throne:
Fair stranger, let thine heart forget
The idols of thy native state.

4 So shall the King the more rejoice
In thee, the favourite of his choice;
Let him be loved, and yet adored,
For he 's thy Maker and thy Lord.
5 O happy hour, when thou shalt rise
To his fair palace in the skies,

And all thy sons (a numerous train)
Each like a prince in glory reign!
6 Let endless honours crown his head;
Let every age his praises spread;
While we with cheerful songs approve
The condescensions of his love.

PSALM 46. PART I. L. M.

The church's safety and triumph among national desolations.

1GW is the refuge sharp distress invade;

OD of his saints,

Ere we can offer our complaints,
Behold him present with his aid.

12 Let mountains from their seats be hurled
Down to the deep, and buried there;
Convulsions shake the solid world,
Our faith shall never yield to fear.

3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar,
In sacred peace our souls abide,
While every nation, every shore,
Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide.
4 There is a stream whose gentle flow
Supplies the city of our God;

Life, love, and joy still gliding through,
And watering our divine abode.

5 That sacred stream, thine holy word,
That all our raging fear controls;
Sweet peace thy promises afford,
And give new strength to fainting souls.

6 Sion enjoys her Monarch's love,
Secure against a threatening hour;
Nor can her firm foundations move,
Built on his truth, and armed with power.

PSALM 46. PART II. L. M.

God fights for his church.

LET Sion in her King rejoice.

Though tyrants rage and kingdoms rise, He utters his almighty voice,

The nations melt, the tumult dies.

2 The Lord of old for Jacob fought,
And Jacob's God is still our aid:
Behold the works his hand has wrought,
What desolations he has made!

3 From sea to sea, through all the shores,
He makes the noise of battle cease;
When from on high his thunder roars,
He awes the trembling world to peace.
4 He breaks the bow, he cuts the spear,
Chariots he burns with heavenly flame;
Keep silence all the earth, and hear
The sound and glory of his name.

5 Be still, and learn that I am God,
'I'll be exalted o'er the lands,
'I will be known and feared abroad,
But still my throne in Sion stands.'
6 O Lord of hosts, almighty King,
While we so near thy presence dwell,
Our faith shall sit secure, and sing
Defiance to the gates of hell.

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PSALM 47. C. M.

Christ ascending and reigning.

FOR a shout of sacred joy
To God the sovereign King!
Let every land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.

2 Jesus our God ascends on high,
His heavenly guards around
Attend him rising through the sky,
With trumpets' joyful sound.

3 While angels shout and praise their King, Let mortals learn their strains;

Let all the earth his honour sing;
O'er all the earth he reigns.

4 Rehearse his praise with awe profound,
Let knowledge lead the song,
Nor mock him with a solemn sound
Upon a thoughtless tongue.

5 In Israel stood his ancient throne,
He loved that chosen race;
But now he calls the world his own,
And heathens taste his grace.

6 The British islands are the Lord's,
There Abraham's God is known,
While powers and princes, shields and swords,
Submit before his throne.