6 For fovereign power reigns not alorie,
Grace is a partner of the throne;
Thy grace and juftice, mighty Lord,
Shall well adjudge our laft reward.
Pfalm LXIII. Common Metre. [*]
For the Lord's Day Morning.
EARLY, my God, without delay,
My thirsty spirit faints away,
Without thy cheering grace.
2 So pilgrims, on the fcorching fand,
Beneath a burning sky,
Long for a cooling ftream at hand,
And they muft drink or die.
3 I've seen thy glory and thy power
Through all thy temple fhine;
My God, repeat that heavenly hour,
That vifion so divine.
Not all the bleflings of a feaft
Can please my foul fo well,
As when thy richer grace I tafte,
And in thy presence dwell.
Not life itself, with all its joys,
Can my beft paffions move;
Nor raife fo high my cheerful voice
As thy forgiving love.
6 Thus, till my laft expiring day,
I'll blefs my God and King;
Thus will I lift my hands to pray,
And tune my lips to fing.
The Love of God and bis Worship.
REAT God, indulge my humble claim,
Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest,
The glories that compofe thy name
Stand all engag'd to make me bleft.
2 Thon great and good, thou just and wife,
Thou art my Father and my God;
And I am thine, by facred ties,
Thy fon, thy fervant, bought with blood.
3 With heart and eyes and lifted hands,
For thee I long, to thee I look;
As travellers, in thirsty lands,
Long for the cooling water brook.
4 With early feet, I will appear
Among thy faints, and feek thy face
Give me to fee thy glory there,
And tafte the richness of thy grace.
5 Not all, by worldly men poffefs'd,
Not all the joys our fenfes know,
Can make me fo divinely bleft,
Or raife my cheerful paffions fo.
6 I'll lift my hands, I'll raife my voice,
Whilft I have breath to pray or praifes
This work fhall make my heart rejoice,
And well employ my future days.
Delight in Divine Worship. Y God, permit my tongue With joy to call thee mine And let my early cries prevail, To taste thy love divine.
2 Within thy churches, Lord,
I long to find my place;
Thy power and glory to behold,
And feel thy quickening grace.
For life, without thy love,
No relish can afford;
No joy can be compar'd with this,
To ferve and please the Lord.
4 To thee I'll lift my hands,
And praise thee whilft I live;
Not the
gay fcenes of time and fenfe
Such pure delight can give.
5 Since thou haft been my help,
To thee my spirit flies;
And on thy watchful Providence.
My cheerful hope relies.
6 The fhadow of thy wings
My foul in fafety keeps ;
I follow where my Father leads,
And he fupports my steps.
Palm LXIV. Six Line L. M. [*]
In a Time of Infurrection.
LORD, to our request give ear,
And free our fouls from hoftile fear 9
For crafty men, of impious mind,
(Their powers in fecret league combin'd) With factious rage their plots devife, And vent their malice, mix'd with lies. 2 Behold the flaughter-breathing throng, Whet like a fword their threat'ning tongue, And bend their bows, to fhoot their darts Against the men of upright hearts :
In works of mischief they agree,
And vainly think that none fhall fee.
3 But, wretches, whither will ye fly?
Behold the arrow from on high
Defcends, and bears upon its wing
The wrath of heaven's offended King!
Your flanders on yourfelves fhall fall,
Hated, defpis'd, and fhunn'd by all.
4 The world fhall then God's power confefs,
His wifdom, love and righteoufnefs;
And men fhall fee, with rev'rend thought,
The wonders that his hand hath wrought;
Whilft all fhall own his dealings juft,
The righteous in his name fhall trust.
TATE and MERRICK, united and varied.
Plalm LXV. First Part. L. M. [*] Public Worship.
OR thee, O God, our conftant praise
Fin Zion waits, thy chofen feat:
Our promis'd altars there we'll raise,
And all our zealous vows complete.
2 O thou, who to my humble prayer
Didft always bend thy liftening ear,
To thee fhall all mankind repair,
And at thy gracious throne appear..
3 Our fins, though numberless, in vain
To ftop thy flowing mercy try;
For thou wilt purge the guilty ftain,
And wash away the crimion dye.
4 Bleft is the man, who, near thee plac'd,
Within thy facred dwelling lives;
Whilft we at humbler diftance tafte
The vaft delight thy worship gives,
Pfalm LXV. Sec. Part. C. M. [*]
Divine Providence in Air, Earth, and Sea.
IS by thy ftrength the mountains ftand,
God of eternal power;
The fea grows calm at thy command,
And tempefts cease to roar,
2 Thy morning light and evening fhade
Succeffive comforts bring;
Thy plenteous fruits make harveft glad,
Thy flowers adorn the spring.
Seafons and times, and moons and hours,
Heaven, air, and earth are thine;
When clouds distil in fruitful showers,
The Author is divine.
A Thofe wandering cifterns in the sky,
Borne by the winds around,
Whofe wat'ry treafures well fupply
The furrows of the ground.
5 The thirty ridges drink their fill,
And ranks of corn appear;
Thy ways abound with bleffings still,
Thy goodness crowns the year.
Pfalm LXV. Third Part. C. M. [*]
OD is the Lord, the heavenly King,
Who makes the earth his care;
Vifits the paftures every Spring,
And bids the grafs appear.
2 The clouds, like rivers rais'd on high,
Pour out, at thy command,
Their wat'ry bleflings from the fky,
To cheer the thirity land.
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