And makes his grace distil.
133 Third Part. S. M. Haverhill.
dol 1 BLEST are the sons of peace,
Whose hearts and hopes are one ;
Whose kind designs to serve and please
Through all their actions run.
224 PSALMS.
2 Blest is the pious house,
Where zeal and friendship meet ;
Their songs of praise — their mingled vows,
Make their communion sweet.
3 From those celestial springs
Such streams of pleasure flow,
As no increase of riches brings,
Nor honors can bestow.
4 Thus on the heavenly hills
The saints are blest above ;
mf Where joy, like morning dew, distils,
> And all the air is love.
133 Fourth Part. S. P. M. Dalston.
1 HOW pleasant 'tis to see
Kindred and friends agree,
Each in his proper station move ;
And each fulfil his part,
With sympathizing heart,
In all the cares of life and Iovt !
2 Like fruitful showers of rain,
That water all the plam,
Descending from the neighboring hills ;
Such streams of pleasure roll
Through every friendly soul,
Where love, like heavenly dew, distils.
[Repeat the first stauza.J
134
B
S. M. St. Thomas.
Praise to God for his Works.
EIIOLD his wondrous grace !
And bless Jehovah's name :
Ye servants of the Lord, his praise
By day and night proclaim.
2 He formed the earth below,
lie formed the heavens his throne :
His grace from Zion he'll bestow,
And pour his blessings down.
f 3 Ye, who his courts attend,
There lift your hands on high :
And Jet your songs ofpraise ascend,
In strains of sacred joy.
PSALMS. 225
135 First Part. L. M. Sharon.
Exhortation to praise God.
1 pRAISE ye the Lord — exalt his name,
While in his holy courts ye wait,
Ye saints, that to his house belong,
Or stand attending at his gate.
2 Praise ye the Lord — the Lord is good —
To praise his name is sweet employ :
Israel he chose of old, and still
His church is his peculiar joy.
135 Second Part. C. M. Corinth
1 AWAKE, ye saints, to praise your King,
Your sweetest passions raise ;
Your pious pleasure, while you sing,
Increasing with the praise.
mf 2 Great is the Lord — and works unknown
Are his divine employ ;
But still his saints are near his throne,
His treasure and his joy.
3 Heaven, earth, and sea confess his hand ;
He bids the vapors rise !
< Lightning and storm, at his command,
f Sweep through the sounding skies.
— 4 All power that gods or kings have claimed,
Is found with him alone ;
But heathen gods shall ne'er be named,
Where our Jehovah's known.
5 Ye nations, know the living God,
Serve him with holy fear ;
He makes the churches his abode,
And claims your honors there.
135 Third Part. C. M. St. Martin's.
1 OH praise the Lord with one consent,
And magnify his name ;
Let all the servants of the Lord
His worthy praise proclaim.
2 For this our truest interest is,
Glad hymns of praise to sing ;
226 PSALMS.
And with loud songs to bless his name,
A most delightful thing.
3 That God is great, we often have
By glad experience found ;
And seen how he, with wondrous power,
Above all gods is crowned.
t 4 Oh praise the Lord with one consent,
And magnify his name ;
Let all the servants of the Lord
His worthy praise proclaim.
136 First Part. L. M. Brewer
Divine Goodness and Compassion celebrated.
Semi-chorus.
1 QIVE to our God immortal praise ;
Mercy and truth are all his ways ;
Chorus.
Wonders of grace to God belong,
Repeat his mercies in your song.
Semi-cborus.
2 He built the earth — he spread the sky,
And fixed the starry lights on high :
Chorus.
His mercies ever shall endure,
When suns and moons shall shine no more.
Semi-chorus.
3 He sent his Son with power to save
From guilt, and darkness, and the grave:
Chorus.
Wonders of grace to God belong,
Repeat his mercies in your song.
Semi-chorus.
4 Give to the Lord of lords renown ;
The King of kings with glory crown :
Chorus.
His mercies ever shall endure,
When lords and kings are known no more.
136 Second Part. C. M. Judca. Westford
Solo.
1 GIVE thanks to God, the sovereign Lord,
Chorus.
His mercies still endure :
Solo.
And be the King of kings adored ;
Chorus.
His truth is ever sure.
PSALMS. 227
Solo.
2 What wonders hath his wisdom done !
Chorus.
How mighty is his hand !
Solo.
Heaven, earth, and sea he framed alone ;
Chorus.
How wide is his command !
Solo.
p 3 He saw the nations dead in sin:
Chorus.
He felt his pity move :
Solo.
How sad the state the world was in!
Chorus.
How houndless was his love !
Solo.
— 4 He sent to save us from our wo ;
Chorus.
His goodness never fails ;
Solo.
From death and hell, and every foe ;
Chorus.
And still his grace prevails.
Chorus.
f 5 Give thanks to God, the heavenly King ;
His mercies still endure :
Let all the earth his praises sing ;
His truth is ever sure.
136 Third Part. 7s. Adullum
Solo or Semi-chorus.
1 LET us, with a joyful mind,
Praise the Lord, for he is kind ;
Chorus.
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
Solo or Semi-chorus.
2 He, with all-commanding might,
Filled the new-made world with light :
Chorus.
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
Sclo or Semi-chorus.
3 All things living he doth feed :
His full hand supplies their need :
Chorus.
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
Solo or Semi-chorus.
4 He his chosen race did hless,
In the wasteful wilderness :
228 PSALMS.
Chorus.
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
Solo or Semi-chorus.
5 He hath, with a piteous eye,
Looked upon our misery :
Chorus.
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
Chorus.
ff 6 Let us then, with joyful mind,
Praise the Lord, for he is kind :
For his mercies shall endure,
Ever faithful, ever sure.
136 Fourth Part. H. M. Harwich.
Semi-chnrus.
1 GIVE thanks to God most high,
The universal Lord ;
The sovereign King of kings:
And be his grace adored.
Chorus.
Thy mercy, Lord, And ever sure
Shall still endure, | Abides thy word.
Semi-chorus.
2 How mighty is his hand !
What wonders hath he done !
He formed the earth and seas,
And spread the heavens alone.
Chorus.
His power and grace And let his name
Are still the same ; | Have endless praise.
Semi-chorus.
3 He saw the nations lie,
All perishing in sin,
And pitied the sad state
The ruined world was in.
Chorus.
Thy mercy, Lord, And ever sure
Shall still endure ; | Abides thy word.
Semi-chorus.
4 He sent his only Son
To save us from our wo,
From Satan, sin, and death,
And every hurtful foe.
Chorus.
His power and grace And let his name
Are still the same, Have endless praise.
PSALMS. 229
Chorus.
5 Give thanks aloud to God,
To God the heavenly King ;
And let the spacious earth,
His works and glories sing.
Thy mercy, Lord, And ever sure
Shall still endure ; Abides thy word.
137 First Part. 10s. Savannah.
Lamenting the Desolations of Zion.
1 A LONG the banks where Babel's current flows,
Our captive bands in deep despondence strayed,
While Zion's fall in sad remembrance rose,
Her friends, her children, mingled with the dead.
2 The tuneless harp, that once with joy we strung,
■m When praise employed and mirth inspired the lay,
P In mournful silence — on the willows hung,
Len And growing grief prolonged the tedious day.
mf "3 Our hard oppressors, to increase our wo,
With taunting smiles a song of Zion claim ;
Bid sacred praise in strains melodious flow,
While they blaspheme the great Jehovah's name.
«np 4 But how, in heathen chains, and lands unknown,
Shall Israel's sons a song of Zion raise ? —
hapless Salem, God's terrestrial throne,
Thou land of glory — sacred mount of praise ; —
5 If e'er my memory lose thy lovely name,
If my cold heart neglect my kindred race,
Let dire destruction seize this guilty frame :
My hand shall perish >and my voice shall cease.
137 Second Part. L. M. Sunderland
1 WHEN we, our wearied limbs to rest,
Sat down by proud Euphrates' stream,
We wept— with doleful tnoughts oppressed,
And Zion was our mournful theme.
2 Our harps, that, when with joy we sung,
Were wont their tuneful parts to bear,
With silent strings, neglected hung,
On willow trees that withered there.
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230 PSALMS.
3 How shall we tune our voice to sing,
O touch our harps with skilful hands?
Shall hymns of joy, to God our King,
Be sung by slaves in foreign lands ?
4 O Salem, our once happy seat !
When I of thee forgetful prove,
Let then my trembling hand forget
The tuneful strings with art to move.
■rf 5 If I to mention thee forbear,
Eternal silence seize my tongue ;
> Or if I sing one cheerful air,
t Till thy deliverance is my song.
137 Third Part. L. M. Danvers
1 WHY, on the bending willows hung,
Israel! still sleeps thy tuneful string? —
Still mute remains thy sullen tongue,
And Zion's song denies to sing?
2 Awake ! — thy sweetest raptures raise ;
Let harp and voice unite their strains :
< Thy promised King his sceptre sways ;
f Jesus, thine own Messiah, reigns !
— 3 No taunting foes the song require :
No strangers mock thy captive chain:
But friends provoke the silent lyre,
And brethren ask the holy strain.
4 Nor fear thy Salem's hills to wrong,
If other lands thy triumph share:
< A heavenly city claims thy song ;
t A brighter Salem rises there.
- 5 By foreign streams no longer roam ;
Nor, weeping, think of Jordan's flood:
< In every clime Dehold a home,
t In every temple see thy God.
137 Fourth Part. S. M. Pentonville.
1 I LOVE thy kingdom, Lord,
The house of thine abode,
The church, our blest Redeemer saved
With his own precious blood.
PSALMS. 231
2 I love thy church, O God !
Her walls before thee stand,
Dear as the apple of thine eye,
And graven on thy hand.
p 3 For her my tears shall fall ;
For her my prayers ascend ;
To her my cares and toils be given,
Till toils and cares shall end.
— 4 Beyond my highest joy
I prize her heavenly ways,
Her sweet communion — solemn vows,
f Her hymns of love and praise.
— 5 Jesus, thou friend divine,
Our Saviour, and our King,
f Thv hand from every snare and foe,
Small great deliverance bring.
' f 6 Sure as thy truth shall last,
— To Zion shall be given
f The brightest glories earth can yield,
And brighter bliss of heaven.
138 L. M. Brewer.
Praise for divine Protection.
f "1 T\7'1TH all my powers of heart and tongue,
I'll praise my Maker in my song ;
Angels shall hear the notes I raise,
Approve the song, and join the praise.
P 2 To God I cried, when troubles rose ;
He heard me, and subdued mv foes ;
He did my rising fears control,
m f And strength diffused through all my soul.
— 3 Amid a thousand snares I stand,
Upheld and guarded by thy hand;
Thy words my fainting soul revive,
And keep my dying faith alive.
f 4 I'll sing thy truth and mercy, Lord ;
I'll sing the wonders of thy word ;
Not alfthe works and names below,
So much thy power and glory show.
232 PSALMS.
139 First Part. L. M. Lynn.
Omniscience and Omnipresence of God.
p 1 T ORD, thou hast searched and seen me tdiro',
Thine eye commands with piercing view,
My rising and my resting hours,
My heart and flesh, with all their powers.
2 My thoughts, before they are my own,
Are to my God distinctly known :
He knows the words I mean te speak,
Ere from my opening lips they break.
3 Within thy circling power I stand,
On every side I find thy hand :
mf Awake — asleep — at home — abroad,
I am surrounded still with God.
p 4 Amazing knowledge ! — vast and great!
f What large extent ! — what lofty height !
My soul, with all the powers I boast,
Is in the boundless prospect lost.
Aff 5 Oh may these thoughts possess my breast,
Where'er I rove — where'er I rest ;
Nor let my weaker passions dare
Len Consent to sin — for God is there.
139 Second Part. L. M. Bath.
1 THOU, Lord, by strictest search hast known
My rising up and lying down ;
My secret thoughts are known to thee,
Known long before oonceived by me.
2 Could I so false, so faithless prove,
To leave thy service, and thy love —
Where, Lord, could I thy presence shun,
Or from thy dreadful glory run ?
3 If up to heaven I take my flight,
'Tis there thou dwell'st, enthroned in light ,
Or sink to hell's infernal plains,
'Tis there almighty vengeance reigns.
4 Or should I try to shun thy sight,
Beneath the sable wings of night,
One glance from thee — one piercing ray,
Would kindle darkness into day.
PSALMS. 233
5 The veil of night is no disguise,
No screen from thy ali-searching eyes ;
Through midnight shades thou find'st thy «vay,
As in trie blazing noon of day.
*ff 6 Search, O my God ! my thoughts and heart,
If mischief lurks in any part ;
Correct me, where I go astray,
And guide me in thy perfect way.
139 Third Part. L. M. Bath.
God our Creator and Preserver.
1 'TWAS from thy hand, mv God, I came,
A work of such a curious frame :
In me thy fearful wonders shine,
And each proclaims thy skill divine.
2 Great God, my feeble nature pays
Immortal tribute to thy praise ;
Thy thoughts of love to me surmount
The power of numbers to recount.
3 These on my heart are still impressed ;
With these I give mine eyes to rest ;
And at my waking hour I find
God and his love possess my mind.
139 Fourth Part. C. M. Dundee
Omniscience and Omnipresence of God.
Aff 1 IN all my vast concerns with thee,
In vain my soul would try
To shun thy presence, Lord, or flee
The notice of thine eye.
2 Thine all-surrounding sight surveys
My rising and my rest,
My public walks — my private ways,
And secrets of my breast.
3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord,
Before they're formed within ;
And ere my lips pronounce the word,
He knows the sense I mean.
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234 PSALMS.
mf 4 Oh ! wondrous knowledge — deep and high !
> Where can a creature hide ?
— Within thy circling arms I lie,
Enclosed on every side.
mf 5 So let thy grace surround me still,
And like a bulwark prove,
To guard my soul from every ill,
Secured by sovereign love.
139 Fifth Part. C. M. Spencer
1 LORD, where shall guilty souls retire,
Forgotten and unknown ?
In hell they meet thy dreadful fire,
In heaven thy glorious throne.
2 Should I suppress my vital breath,
To 'scape the wrath divine ;
Thy voice would break the bars of death,
And make the grave resign.
3 If, winged with beams of morning light,
I fly beyond the west ;
Thy hand, which must support my flight,
Would soon betray my rest.
4 If o'er my sins I think to draw
The curtains of the night;
The flaming eyes that guard thy law,
Would turn the shades to light.
5 The beams of noon — the midnight hour,
Are both alike to thee :
Aff Oh may I ne'er provoke that power,
From which I cannot flee.
139 Sixth Part. CM. Med field.
God our Creator and Preserver.
1 WHEN I with pleasing wonder stand,
And all my frame survey ;
Lord, 'tis thy work— I own thy hand
That built my humble clay.
2 My flesh with fear and wonder stands,
The product of thy skill ;
And hourly blessings from thy hands,
Thy thoughts of love reveal.
FSALMS. 235
3 And when I count thy mercies o'er,
They fill me with surprise ;
Not all the sands that spread the shore
To equal numbers rise.
4 These on my heart by night I keep ;
How kind, how dear to me !
Oh ! may the hour that ends my sleep
Still find my thoughts with thee !
139 Seventh Part. C. M. Dundee.
1 JEHOVAH, God ! thy gracious power
On every hand we see ;
Oh may the blessings of each hour
Lead all our thoughts to thee !
2 If, on the wings of morn, we speed
To earth's remotest bound,
Thy hand will there our journey lead,
Thine arm our path surround.
3 Thy power is in the ocean deeps,
And reaches to the skies ;
Thine eye of mercy never sleeps,
Thy goodness never dies.
4 From morn till noon — till latest eve,
Thy hand, O God, we see ;
And all the blessings Ave receive,
Proceed alone from thee.
5 In all the varying scenes of time,
On thee our hopes depend ;
In every age — in every clime,
Our Father and our Friend.
140 S. M. Hudson.
Divine Protection acknowledged and implored.
1 JEHOVAH, God most high !
Thou art the God I own :
P Oh let my supplicating cry
Be heard before thy throne.
- 2 Great God, thy sovereign power
Salvation can impart :
Thy shield, in every dangerous hour,
Has sheltered o'er my heart.
236 PSALMS.
3 Do thou my foes repel,
Their dark designs restrain;
t So shall the powers of earth or hell
Assault my soul in vain.
141 L. M. Winchester.
Daily Devotion.
1 MY God, accept my early vows,
Like morning incense m thine house ;
And let my nightly worship rise,
Sweet as the evening sacrifice.
2 Watch o'er my lips, and guard them, Lord,
From every rash and heedless word ;
Nor let my feet incline to tread
The guilty path, where sinners lead.
3 Oh, may the righteous, when I stray,
Smite, and reprove my wandering way ;
Their gentle words, like ointment shed,
< Shall never bruise, but cheer my head.
m P 4 When I behold them pressed with grief.
I'll cry to heaven for their relief;
< And by my warm petitions, prove
mf How much I prize their faithful love.
143 L. M. Midway.
Longing for Spiritual Light and Comfort.
Aff * JM^ righteous Judge — my gracious God,
Hear, when 1 spread my hands abroad;
I cry for succor from thy throne,
Oh ! make thy truth and mercy known.
2 For thee I pray — for thee I mourn ;
When wilt thou, gracious Lord, return ?
Shall all my joys on earth remove ?
Wilt thou forever hide thy love ?
3 I lift my hands to thee again,
And thirst like parched lands for rain ;
Oh ! let me hear thy gracious voice —
So shall my weary soul rejoice.
4 My thoughts in musing silence trace
The ancient wonders of thy grace ;
Thence 1 derive a glimpse of hope,
To bear my sinking spirit up.
PSALMS. 237
5 Teach me, O Lord, thy holy will,
And lead me to thy heavenly liill :
Oh let the Spirit of thy love
Conduct me to thy courts above.
144 First Part. C. M. Stamford.
t 1 pOREVER blessed be the Lord,
My Saviour, and my shield ;
He sends his Spirit with his word,
To arm me for the field.
2 When sin and hell their force unite,
He makes my soul his care ;
Instructs me in the heavenly fight,
And guards me through the war.
3 A friend and helper so divine
My fainting hope shall raise ;
He makes the glorious victory mine,
And his shall be the praise.
144 Second Part. C. M. Bether.
God's condescending Goodness to Man.
1 LORD, what is man — poor feeble man,
Born of the earth at first?
His life a shadow — light and vain,
Still hastening to the dust.
2 Oh ! what is feeble, dying man,
Or all his sinful race,
That God should make it his concern
To visit him with grace ! —
3 That God who darts his lightnings down,
Who shakes the worlds above,
While terrors wait his awful frown —
f How wondrous is his love !
145 First Part. L. M. Winchester.
All Praise due to God.
1 HJY God, my king, thy various praise
Shall fill the remnant of my days ;
Thy grace employ my humble tongue,
Till death and glory raise the song.
238 PSALMS.
2 The wings of every hour shall bear
Some thankful tribute to thine ear ;
And every setting sun shall see
New works of duty done for thee.
3 Thy works with boundless glory shine,
And speak thy majesty divine ;
f Let every realm with joy proclaim
The sound and honor or thy name.
4 Let distant times and nations raise
The long succession of thy praise ;
And unborn ages make my song
The joy and triumph of their tongue.
p 5 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds?
Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds;
f Vast — and unsearchable thy ways !
ff Vast— and immortal be thy praise !
145 Second Part. C. M. St. Ann's
1 LONG as I live, I'll bless thy name,
My King, my God of love ;
My work and joy shall be the same,
In brighter worlds above.
2 Great is the Lord — his power unknown,
Oh let his praise be great ;
I'll sing the honors of thy throne,
Thy works of grace repeat.
, 3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue ;
And while my lips rejoice,
The men who hear my sacred song,
Shall join their cheerful voice.
4 Fathers to sons shall tell thy name,
And children learn thy ways ;
Ages to come thy truth proclaim,
And nations sound thy praise.
5 The world is governed by thy hand,
Thy saints are ruled by love ;
f And thine eternal kingdom stands,
Though rocks and hills remove.
PSALMS 239
145 Third Part. C. M. Corinth.
n»P 1 SWEET is the memory of thy grace,
My God, my heavenly King ;
< Let age to age thy righteousness
f In sounds of glory sing.
1 1 2 God reigns on high — hut ne'er confines
His goodness to the skies ;
Through all the earth his bounty shines,
And every want supplies.
P 3 How kind are thy compassions, Lord !
How slow thine anger moves ! —
< But soon he sends his pardoning word,
f To cheer the souls he loves.
dol 4 Sweet is the memory of thy grace,
My God, my heavenly King ;
< Let age to age thy righteousness
f In sounds of glory sing.
145 Fourth Part. C. M. Berwick.
» » 1 GREAT is the Lord !— our souls adore !
We wonder while we praise ;
Thy power, O God, who can explore,
Or equal honor raise ?
2 How large thy tender mercies are !
How wide thy grace extends !
On thy beneficence and care
The universe depends.
3 Thy praise shall be my constant theme ;
How wondrous is thy power !
I'll speak the honors of thy name,
And bid the world adore.
' 4 Thy name shall dwell upon my tongue,
While suns shall set and rise ;
And tune my everlasting song
In realms beyond the skies.
145 Fifth Part. C. M. Dunchurch.
1 LET every tongue thy goodness speak,
Thou sovereign Lord of all ;
Thy powerful hands uphold the weak,
And raise the poor that fall.
240 PSALMS.
2 With longing eyes thy creatures wait
On thee for daily food ;
Thy liberal hand provides their meat,
And fills their mouths with good.
3 Thy mercy never shall remove
From men of heart sincere ;
Thou sav'st the souls whose humble love
Is joined with holy fear.
4 My lips shall dwell upon thy praise,
And spread thy fame abroad ;
Let all the sons of Adam raise
The honors of their God.
145 Sixth Part. C. M. Bedford.
1 TO thee, my righteous King and Lord,
My grateful soul I'll raise ;
From day to day thy works record,
And ever sing thy praise.
2 Thy greatness human thought exceeds ;
Thy glory knows no end ;
The lasting record of thy deeds
Through ages shall descend.
3 Thy wondrous acts, thy power, and might,
My constant theme shall be ;
That song shall be my soul's delight,
Which breathes in praise to thee.
mp 4 The Lord is bountiful and kind,
His anger slow to move ;
All shall his tender mercies find,
And all his goodness prove.
— 5 From all thy works, O Lord, shall spring
The sound of joy and praise ;
Thy saints shall of thy glory sing,
And show the world thy ways.
f 6 Throughout all ages shall endure
Thine everlasting reign ;
Thine high dominion, firm and sure,
Forever shall remain.
PSALMS. 241
146 First Part. L. M. Mendon.
Praise to God for his Perfections and Providence.
1 pRAISE ye the Lord— my heart shall join
In work so pleasant, so divine ;
My days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last.
2 Happy the man, whoso hopes rely
On Israel's God — he made the sky,
And earth, and seas, with all their train ;
And none shall find his promise vain.
3 His truth forever stands secure ;
He saves the oppressed — he feeds the poor ;
Pe helps the stranger in distress,
The widow and the fatherless.
4 He loves the saints — he knows them well,
But turns the wicked down to hell ; —
t Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns ;
Praise him in everlasting strains.
146 Second Part. L. P. M. St. Helen's.
1 I'LL praise my Maker with my breath ;
And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler powers:
Mv days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.
2 How blest the man whose hopes rely
On Israel's God — he made the sky,
And earth, and seas, with all their train;
His truth forever stands secure ;
He saves the oppressed — he feeds the poor,
And none shall find his promise vain.
3 I'll praise him, while he lends me breath ;
And when my voice is lost in death,
Praise shall employ my nobler powers :
Mv days of praise shall ne'er be past,
While life, and thought, and being last,
Or immortality endures.
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24a PSALMS.
147 CM. Warwick.
1 T\7"ITH songs and honors sounding loud,