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See glory, bursting from the skies,
O'er Judah's land effulgent rife,

And fix amidft her coafts its feat,
Where verity and mercy meet.

3 While faith and hope, their offspring dear, Attendant on their fteps appear,

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And joined in friendly compact move,
Sealed by the kiss of facred love.

Truth in thy lands, O earth, fhall spring,
And righteousness her healing wing
Expanding, downward caft her eye;
While heaven's great Monarch from on high

The heathen gloom fhall chafe away,
And bring again a glorious day;
And from his own propitious will
The promised grace to man fulfil.

CXXVII. PSALM LXXXVI. C. M. WATTS.

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GOD the fole Object of Worship and Praise.
MONG the princes, earthly gods,
There's none hath power divine;
Nor is their nature, mighty Lord,
Nor are their works like thine.

2 The nations thou haft made shall bring
Their offerings round thy throne;

To thee alone their homage pay,
For thou art God alone.

3 Lord, I would walk with blameless fteps; Teach me thy heavenly ways,

And all my scattered thoughts unite
In thine my Father's praife.

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4 Great is thy mercy, and my foul
No bleffing holds fo dear:
Goodness is thine; be mine, O God,
A grateful heart to bear.

CXXVIII. PSALM LXXXVI. C. M. CArter.

The Mercy of God.

THOU, the refuge of distress, Who doft our fears controul, And with the cheerful smile of Revive the fainting foul.

2 Did ever thy propitious ear The humble plea repel?

peace

Did e'er the wounded heart in vain
Its virtuous forrow tell?

3 Oppreft with fhame and grief, diffolved
In penitential tears,

Thy goodness ftills our anxious doubts,
And diffipates our fears.

4 New life from thy refreshing grace
Our finking hearts derive;

5

O hail this dearest attribute,

To pity and forgive!

Hence hope, that sweetest promifer,
Defcends ferenely bright,

Her mild and cheering influence sheds
O'er fin's ill-omened night.

6 Her all-reviving power we own,
We bless her healing ray,
Which ushers in the rifing morn
Of everlasting day.

PSALM

CXXIX. PSALM LXXXIX. L. M. MERRICK.

The divine Perfections celebrated.

I Y grateful tongue, immortal King, Thy praises fhall for ever fing,

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My verse to time's remoteft day

Shall thee in facred notes difplay.

The heavens above, and earth below, Thee, Lord, their great Creator know; By thee this orb to being rofe,

And all that nature's rounds enclose.

Ten thousand worlds their Maker own; Thee power and wifdom, thee alone, With majesty fublime have crowned, And brightest glory vefts thee round.

Juftice and truth thy throne fuftain, Diffufing wide their equal reign; While mercy breathes her kind defires, Softens thy awe, and love inspires.

O bleft the men, whofe willing ear Their Maker's praise delights to hear; Who thankful own, where'er they tread Thy providence around them spread.

Pleafing it is, from day to day, Thy boundless goodness to difplay, Thy ftrength our fureft refuge deem, Thy grace our happiness fupreme.

cxxx. PSALM LXXXIX. C. M. WATTS.

His high commands fubmiffive hear,
And venerate his word.

2 The northern pole and fouthern reft
On thy fupporting hand;
Darkness and day, from eaft to west,
Move round at thy command.

3 Thy voice the raging wind controuls,
And rules the boisterous deep,
Whether the fleeping ocean rolls,
Or rolling oceans fleep.

4 Heaven, earth, and air, and sea are thine, And the dark world of hell;

If thus thy arm in terror fhine,
Dare mortal mind rebel!

CXXXI. PSALM LXXXIX. C. M. WATTS.

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The Bleffedness of the Gospel to Man.

Y God, how perfect is thy word!
Thy meffages how kind!

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Worthy alike of thee, O Lord,
And of the human mind.

2 Dependant on thy will, O God,
How bleft thy will to know!

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That we may work our foul's best good,
And fly from future woe.

How bleft, if no frail mortal can

To all thy will conform,

That thou revealeft thyfelf to man
In mercy's winning form!

4 Oh if thus fuited to our race,
To weak bewildered man,

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We welcome, God, thy truth and grace, Thy whole redeeming plan!

CXXXII. PSALM XC. Long Met. WATTS.

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The virtuous Contemplation of Mortality.

TERNAL God! our years amount
Scarce to a day in thy account ;
Like yesterday's departed light,
Or the laft watch of ending night.
2 Death, like an overflowing ftream,
Sweeps us away; our life's a dream;
An empty tale; a morning flower,
Cut down and withered in an hour.

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By thy protecting arm upheld How few have seventy years beheld; But if to eighty they arrive,

They rather figh and groan than live.

The fhorter life; the wifer he
Who confecrates it all to thee:
Who life in virtue's course improves,
And trufts the God, who virtue loves.

CXXXIII PSALM XC. Com. Met. WATTS.

The fame.

I HE bufy tribes of flesh and blood,
With all their joys and cares,

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Are carried downwards by a flood,
And loft in following years:

2 Time like an ever-rolling stream
Bears all its fons away;

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