5 Rejoice, ye shining worlds on high,
Behold the King of glory nigh!
Who can this King of glory be?
The mighty Lord, the Saviour's he.
6 Ye heav'nly gates, your leaves display,
To make the Lord, the Saviour way;
Laden with spoils from earth and hell,
The Conq'ror comes, with God to dwell.
7 Rais'd from the dead, he goes before,
He opens heaven's eternal door,
To give his saints a blest abode
With their Redeemer and their God.

PSALM XXV.

Short Metre.

Seeking Divine Forgiveness and Direction.
1 To God I lift my eyes,
My trust is in his name;
And they whose hope on him relies,
Shall never suffer shame.

WATTS.

2 From the first dawning light

Till the dark evening's shade,
For thy salvation, Lord, I wait,

And ask thy heav'nly aid. 3 Remember all thy grace,

And lead me in thy truth;
Forgive the sins of riper age,

And follies of my youth.
4 Thro' all the ways of God,
Both truth and mercy shine,
To those who with religious hearts
To his blest will incline.

5 He those in safety guides Who his direction seek,

And in his sacred paths will lead
The humble and the meek.

6 For thy own goodness' sake,
Save thou my soul from shame;
And pardon all my sins, though great,
Thro' my Redeemer's name.

TATE and WATTS united and varied.

PSALM XXVI. Long Metre.

Self Examination.

1 JUDGE me, O God, and prove my ways,
And try my reins, and try my heart;
My faith upon thy promise stays,
Nor from thy word my feet depart.
2 I hate to walk, I hate to sit

With men of vanity and lies;
The scoffer and the hypocrite
In my esteem shall never rise.
3 In innocence I'll wash my hands,
From pride and guilt and folly clear;
Then at thy sacred altar stand,
And hope to find acceptance there.
4 I love thy habitation, Lord,

The temple where thy honours dwell;
There shall I hear thy holy word,
And there thy works of wonder tell.
5 Let not my soul be join'd at last

With men of treachery and blood;
Since I my days on earth have past
Among the saints, and near my God,

WATTS varied.

PSALM XXVII. Common Metre.
The Church is our Safety and Delight.
1 THE Lord of glory is my light,
And my salvation too;

God is my strength, nor will I fear
What mortal flesh can do.
2 One privilege my heart desires;
O grant me an abode

Among the churches of thy saints,
The temples of my God!
3 There shall I offer my requests,
And see thy glory still;
Shall hear thy messages of love,
And learn thy holy will.

* or b

4 When troubles rise and storms appear,
There may his children hide;

God has a strong pavilion, where
He makes my soul abide.

5 Should friends and kindred, near and dear,
Leave me to want or die,
My God would make my life his care,
And all my need supply.

6 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints,
And keep your courage up;
He'll raise your spirit when it faints,
And elevate your hope.

PSALM XXVII. Long Metre,
The Safety of trusting in God.

WATTS.

b

1 THE Lord, my Saviour, is my light, What terrors can my soul affright? Whilst God, my strength, my life is near, What mortal shall alarm my fear?

2 When num'rous hosts besiege me round,
My courage shall maintain its ground;
Tho' war should rise in dread array,
God is my strength, my hope, my stay.
3 This only bliss my heart desires,
To this my ardent wish aspires,
In God's own house to spend my days,
To hear his word and speak his praise.
4 When troubles rise, my guardian God
Will hide me safe in his abode :
Firm as a rock my hope shall stand,
Sustain❜d by his almighty hand.
5 Should every earthly friend depart,
Should love forsake a parent's heart;
The God on whom my hopes depend,
Will be my father and iny friend.
6 Ye humble souls, in every strait
On God with faith and patience wait;
His hand shall life and strength afford;
Wait, therefore, ever on the Lord.

MRS. STEELE.

b

PSALM XXVIII. Common Metre.
The humble Suppliant trusting in God.
1 O LORD, my rock, to thee I cry,
In sighs consume my breath;
Hear me, O Lord, or I shall be

Like those who sleep in death.
2 Regard my supplication, Lord,
The cries that I repeat,
With weeping eyes and lifted hands,
Before thy mercy seat.

3 If wicked men thy works despise, Nor will thy grace adore,

Thy justice shall avenge the cause,
And build them up no more.
4 But I, with gratitude inspir'd,
Thy praises will resound;
From whom, the cries of my distress
A gracious answer found.

5 As thou hast fill'd my heart with joy,
'Tis just that I should raise
The cheerful tribute of my thanks,
And celebrate thy praise.

6 Preserve thy people, Lord, and deign
Thy heritage to bless ;
Crown them with plenty and with peace,
With honour and success.

TATE varied.

X

PSALM XXIX. Long Metre.
The Majesty of God in Thunder.
1 GIVE to the Lord, ye sons of fame,
Give to the Lord renown and power;
Ascribe due honours to his name,
And his eternal might adore.

2 The Lord proclaims his power aloud
O'er the vast ocean, and the land;
His voice dissolves the wat'ry cloud,
And lightnings blaze at his command.
3 When he from heaven in thunder speaks,
With majesty and terror crown'd,
His voice the stately cedar breaks,
And throws its scatter'd limbs around.

4 His voice divides the flames of fire,
And forked streaks of lightning sends;
The mountain trembles at his ire,
The lofty forest lowly bends.