6 But God will ne'er cast off his saints,

Nor his own promise break;

He pardons his inheritance For their Redeemer's sake.

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But if your ears refuse

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PSALM 94. 16-23. PART II. C. M.

God our support and comfort; or, Deliverance from temptation and persecution.

WHO will arise and plead my right

Against my numerous foes,

While earth and hell their force unite,
And all my hopes oppose?

2 Had not the Lord, my rock, my help,
Sustained my fainting head,
My life had now in silence dwelt,
My soul amongst the dead.

3 Alas! my sliding feet,' I cried;
Thy promise was my prop;

Thy grace stocd constant by my side,
Thy Spirit bore me up.

4 While multitudes of mournful thoughts
Within my bosom roll,

Thy boundless love forgives my faults,
Thy comforts cheer my soul.

5 Powers of iniquity may rise,

And frame pernicious laws;
But God, my refuge, rules the skies,
He will defend my cause.

6 Let malice vent her rage aloud,

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Let bold blasphemers scoff;

The Lord our God shall judge the proud, And cut the sinners off.

PSALM 95. C. M.

A psalm before prayer.

ING to the Lord Jehovah's name,

And in his strength rejoice;

When his salvation is our theme,
Exalted be our voice.

2 With thanks approach his awful sight, And psalms of honour sing;

The Lord's a God of boundless might,
The whole creation's King.

3 Let princes hear, let angels know,
How mean their natures seem,
Those gods on high, and gods below,
When once compared with him.

4 Earth with its caverns dark and deep
Lies in his spacious hand,

He fixed the seas what bounds to keep,
And where the hills must stand.

5 Come, and with humble souls adore,
Come, kneel before his face;
O may the creatures of his power
Be children of his grace!

6 Now is the time: he bends his ear,
And waits for your request;

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Cone, lest he rouse his wrath and swear, Ye shall not see my rest.'

The watery worlds are all his own;
And all the solid ground.

Come, worship at his throne,
Come, bow before the Lord;

We are his works, and not our own;
He formed us by his word.

4 To-day attend his voice,

Nor dare provoke his rod; Come, like the people of his choice, And own your gracious God.

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The language of his grace,

And hearts grow hard, like stubborn Jews, That unbelieving race;

The Lord, in vengeance drest,

Will lift his hand, and swear,

'You that despise my promised rest,

'Shall have no portion there.'

PSALM 95. 1-3, 6-11. L. M.

Canaan lost through unbelief; or, A warning to delaying sinners.

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COME, let our voices join to raise

A sacred song of solemn praise;
God is a sovereign King; rehearse
His honours in exalted verse.

2 Come, let our souls address the Lord,
Who framed our natures with his word;
He is our Shepherd; we the sheep
His mercy choose, his pastures keep.

3 Come, let us hear his voice to-day,
The counsels of his love obey;

Nor let our hardened hearts renew
The sins and plagues that Israel knew.
4 Israel, that saw his works of grace,
Yet tempt their Maker to his face;
A faithless, unbelieving brood,
That tired the patience of their God.
5 Thus saith the Lord, How false they prove,
Forget my power, abuse my love;
Since they despise my rest, I swear,
Their feet shall never enter there."

6 [Look back, my soul, with holy dread,
And view those ancient rebels dead;
Attend the offered grace to-day,
Nor lose the blessing by delay.

7 Seize the kind promise while it waits,
And march to Zion's heavenly gates:
Believe, and take the promised rest;
Obey, and be for ever blest.]

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PSALM 96. 1-10, &c. C. M.
Christ's first and second coming.
ING to the Lord, ye distant lands,
tribes of every tongue;

His new discovered grace demands
A new and nobler song.

2 Say to the nations, Jesus reigns,
God's own almighty Son,
His power the sinking world sustains,
And grace surrounds his throne.

3 Let heaven proclaim the joyful day,
Joy through the earth be seen;
Let cities shine in bright array,
And fields in cheerful green.

4 Let an unusual joy surprise
The islands of the sea;

Ye mountains, sink, ye valleys, rise,
Prepare the Lord his way.

5 Behold, he comes, he comes to bless
The nations as their God;

To show the world his righteousness,
And send his truth abroad.

6 But when his voice shall raise the dead,
And bid the world draw near,
How will the guilty nations dread
To see their Judge appear!

PSALM 96. As the 113th Psalm.

The God of the Gentiles.
ET all the earth their voices raise

To sing the choicest psalms of praise,
To sing and bless Jehovah's name:
His glory let the heathens know,
His wonders to the nations show,

And all his saving works proclaim.

2 When Israel was his church,

When Aaron was his priest, When Moses cried, when Samuel prayed, He gave his people rest.

3 Oft he forgave their sins,

Nor would destroy their race;

And oft he made his vengeance known, •
When they abused his grace.

4 Exalt the Lord our God,

Whose grace is still the same:
Still he's a God of holiness,
And jealous for his name.

PSALM 100. 1st M. A plain Translation.
Praise to our Creator.

1 E nations round the earth, rejoice

Yate the Lord, your sovereign King;

Serve him with cheerful heart and voice, With all your tongues his glory sing. 2 The Lord is God, 'tis he alone Doth life, and breath, and being give: We are his work, and not our own, The sheep that on his pastures live. 3 Enter his gates with songs of joy, With praises to his courts repair, And make it your divine employ To pay your thanks and honours there. 4 The Lord is good, the Lord is kind; Great is his grace, his mercy sure; And the whole race of man shall find His truth from age to age endure.

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PSALM 100. 2d M. A Paraphrase. L. M.

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ING to the Lord with joyful voice;
Let every land his name adore;
The British isles shall send the noise
Across the ocean to the shore.

2 Nations, attend before his throne
With solemn fear, with sacred joy;
Know that the Lord is God alone;
He can create, and he destroy.

3 His sovereign power, without our aid,
Made us of clay, and formed us men;

And when like wandering sheep we strayed,
He brought us to his fold again.

4 We are his people, we his care,
Our souls, and all our mortal frame:
What lasting honours shall we rear,
Almighty Maker, to thy name!

5 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs,
High as the heavens our voices raise;
And earth with her ten thousand tongues
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
6 Wide as the world is thy command,
Vast as eternity thy love;

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Firm as a rock thy truth must stand, When rolling years shall cease to move

PSALM 101. L. M.

The magistrate's psalm.

MERCY and judgment are my song

And since they both to thee belong, My gracious God, my righteous King, To thee my songs and vows I bring. 2 If I am raised to bear the sword, I'll take my counsels from thy word; Thy justice and thy heavenly grace Shall be the pattern of my ways. 3 Let wisdom all my actions guide, And let my God with me reside; No wicked thing shall dwell with me, Which may provoke thy jealousy. 4 No sons of slander, rage, and strife Shall be companions of my life; The haughty look, the heart of pride, Within my doors shall me'er abide.

15 [I'll search the land, and raise the just
To posts of honour, wealth, and trust;
The men that work thy holy will
Shall be my friends and favourites still.]
6 In vain shall sinners hope to rise
By flattering or malicious lies;
And while the innocent I guard,
The bold offender shan't be spared.

7 The impious crew, (that factious band,)
Shall hide their heads, or quit the land;
And all that break the public rest,
Where I have power, shall be supprest.
PSALM 101. C M.

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A psalm for a master of a family.
F justice and of grace I sing,
And pay my God my vows;
Thy grace and justice, heavenly King,
Teach me to rule my house.

2 Now to my tent, O God, repair,
And make thy servant wise;
I'll suffer nothing near me there
That shall offend thine eyes.

3 The man that doth his neighbour wrong, By falsehood or by force,

The scornful eye, the slanderous tongue, I'll thrust them from my doors.

4 I'll seek the faithful and the just, And will their help enjoy;

These are the friends that I shall trust, The servants I'll employ.

5 The wretch that deals in sly deceit,
I'll not endure a night:

The liar's tongue I ever hate,
And banish from my sight.

6 I'll purge my family around,

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And make the wicked flee;
So shall my house be ever found
A dwelling fit for thee.

PSALM 102. 1-13, 20, 21. PART I. C. M.

A prayer of the afflicted.

EAR me, O God, nor hide thy face;
But answer, lest I die;

Hast thou not built a throne of grace,
To hear when sinners cry?

2 My days are wasted like the smoke
Dissolving in the air;

My strength is dried, my heart is broke,
And sinking in despair.

3 My spirits flag like withering grass
Burnt with excessive heat:

In secret groans my minutes pass,
And I forget to eat.

4 As on some lonely building's top
The sparrow tells her moan,
Far from the tents of joy and hope,
I sit and grieve alone.

5 My soul is like a wilderness,

Where beasts of midnight howl;
There the sad raven finds her place,
And there the screaming owl.

6 Dark dismal thoughts and boding fears
Dwell in my troubled breast;
While sharp reproaches wound my ears,
Nor give my spirit rest.

7 My cup is mingled with my woes,
And tears are my repast;
My daily bread, like ashes, grows
Unpleasant to my taste.

8 Sense can afford no real joy

To souls that feel thy frown; Lord, 'twas thy hand advanced me high, Thy hand hath cast me down.

9 My looks like withered leaves appear,
And life's declining light

Grows faint as evening shadows are,
That vanish into night.

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PSALM 102. 13-21. PART II. C. M.

Prayer heard, and Zion restored. LET Zion and her sons rejoice,

Behold the promised hour;

Her God hath heard her mourning voice,
And comes t' exalt his power.

2 Her dust and ruins that remain
Are precious in our eyes;
Those ruins shall be built again,
And all that dust shall rise.

3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem,
And stand in glory there:

Nations shall bow before his name,
And kings attend with fear.

4 He sits a sovereign on his throne,
With pity in his eyes;

He hears the dying prisoners' groan,
And sees their sighs arise.

5 He frees the souls condemned to death,
And when his saints complain,

It shan't be said, 'That praying breath
⚫ Was ever spent in vain.'

6 This shall be known when we are dead,
And left on long record,
That ages yet unborn may read,

And trust and praise the Lord.

PSALM 102. 23-28. PART III. L. M. Man's mortality and Christ's eternity; or, Saints die, but Christ and the church live.

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IT is the Lord our Saviour's hand

Weakens our strength amidst the race, Disease and death at his command Arrest us, and cut short our days. 2 Spare us, O Lord, aloud we pray, Nor let our sun go down at noon; Thy years are one eternal day, And must thy children die so soon? 3 Yet in the midst of death and grief This thought our sorrow shall assuage, Our Father and our Saviour live; 'Christ is the same through every age.' 4 'Twas he this earth's foundation laid; Heaven is the building of his hand; This earth grows old, these heavens shall And all be changed at his command.

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13 'Tis he, my soul, that sent his Son
To die for crimes which thou hast done;
He owns the ransom, and forgives
The hourly follies of our lives.

4 The vices of the mind he heals,

And cures the pains that nature feels;
Redeems the soul from hell, and saves
Our wasting life from threatening graves.
5 Our youth decayed his power repairs;
His mercy crowns our growing years;
He satisfies our mouth with good,
And fills our hopes with heavenly food.
6 He sees the oppressor and the opprest,
And often gives the sufferers rest;
But will his justice more display
In the last great rewarding day.

7 [His power he showed by Moses' hands,
And gave to Israel his commands;
But sent his truth and mercy down
To all the nations by his Son.

8 Let the whole earth his power confess,
Let the whole earth adore his grace:
The Gentile with the Jew shall join
In work and worship so divine.

PSALM 103. 8-18. PART II. L. M. God's gentle chastisement; or, His tender mercy to his people.

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HE Lord, how wondrous are his ways! How firm his truth! how large his grace! He takes his mercy for his throne,

And thence he makes his glories known.

2 Not half so high his power hath spread
The starry heavens above our head,
As his rich love exceeds our praise,
Exceeds the highest hopes we raise.
3 Not half so far hath nature placed
The rising morning from the west,
As his forgiving grace removes
The daily guilt of those he loves.
4 How slowly doth his wrath arise !
On swifter wings salvation flies;
And if he lets his anger burn,
How soon his frowns to pity turn!
5 Amidst his wrath compassion shines;
His strokes are lighter than our sins;
And while his rod corrects his saints,
His ear indulges their complaints.
6 So fathers their young sons chastise,
With gentle hand and melting eyes;
The children weep beneath the smart,
And move the pity of their heart.

PAUSE.

7 The mighty God, the wise and just, Knows that our frame is feeble dust; And will no heavy loads impose Beyond the strength that he bestows. 8 He knows how soon our nature dies, Blasted by every wind that flies; Like grass we spring, and die as soon, Or morning flowers that fade at noon. 9 But his eternal love is sure

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2 Bless, O my soul, the God of grace;
His favours claim thy highest praise;
Why should the wonders he hath wrought
Be lost in silence, and forgot?

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To all the saints, and shall endure: From age to age his truth shall reign, Nor children's children hope in vain.

PSALM 103. 1-7. PART I. S. M. Praise for spiritual and temporal mercies. BLESS the Lord, my soul;

Let all within me join,

And aid my tongue to bless his name,
Whose favours are divine.

O bless the Lord, my soul;
Nor let his mercies lie

Forgotten in unthankfulness,
And without praises die.

3 'Tis he forgives thy sins, 'Tis he relieves thy pain,

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"Tis he that heals thy sicknesses, And makes thee young again.

He crowns thy life with love, When ransomed from the grave; He that redeemed my soul from hell Hath sovereign power to save.

He fills the poor with good;

He gives the sufferers rest;

The Lord hath judgments for the proud,
And justice for the opprest.

His wondrous works and ways

He made by Moses known :

But sent the world his truth and grace
By his beloved Son.

PSALM 103. 8-18. PART II. S. M.

Abounding compassion of God; or, Mercy in the midst of judgment.

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MY soul, repeat his praise

Whose mercies are so great, Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate.

2 God will not always chide; And when his strokes are felt,

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His strokes are fewer than our crimes, And lighter than our guilt.

High as the heavens are raised

Above the ground we tread,
So far the riches of his grace

Our highest thoughts exceed.
His power subdues our sins,
And his forgiving love

Far as the east is from the west
Doth all our guilt remove.

The pity of the Lord,

To those that fear his name,

Is such as tender parents feel;
He knows our feeble frame.

He knows we are but dust,
Scattered with every breath;
His anger, like a rising wind,

Can send us swift to death.

He in full majesty appears,

And like a robe his glory wears.

Note, This psalm may be sung to the tune of the old 112th or 127th Psalm, by adding these two lines to every stanza, viz.

Great is the Lord; what tongue can frame
An equal honour to his name?

Otherwise it must be sung as the 100th Psalm.
2 The heavens are for his curtains spread,
The unfathomed deep he makes his bed;
Clouds are his chariot, when he flies
On winged storms across the skies.

3 Angels, whom his own breath inspires,
His ministers, are flaming fires;

And swift as thought their armies move
To bear his vengeance, or his love.
4 The world's foundations by his hand
Are poised, and shall for ever stand;
He binds the ocean in his chain,

Lest it should drown the earth again.
5 When earth was covered with the flood,
Which high above the mountains stood,
He thundered, and the ocean fled,
Confined to its appointed bed.

6 The swelling billows know their bound,
And in their channels walk their round;
Yet thence conveyed by secret veins,
They spring on hills, and drench the plains.
7 He bids the crystal fountains flow,
And cheer the valleys as they go;
Tame heifers there their thirst allay,
And for the stream wild asses bray.

8 From pleasant trees which shade the brink
The lark and linnet light to drink;
Their songs the lark and linnet raise,
And chide our silence in his praise.
PAUSE I.

9 God from his cloudy cistern pours
On the parched earth enriching showers;
The grove, the garden, and the field
A thousand joyful blessings yield.

10 He makes the grassy food arise,
And gives the cattle large supplies;
With herbs for man of various power,
To nourish nature, or to cure,

11 What noble fruit the vines produce!
The olive yields a shining juice;
Our hearts are cheered with generous wine,
With inward joy our faces shine.

12 O bless his name, ye Britons, fed
With nature's chief supporter, bread;
While bread your vital strength imparts,
Serve him with vigour in your hearts.

PAUSE II.

13 Behold the stately cedar stands, Raised in the forest by his hands: Birds to the boughs for shelter fly, And build their nests secure on high. 14 To craggy hills ascends the goat; And at the airy mountain's foot

The feebler creatures make their cell; He gives them wisdom where to dwell. 15 He sets the sun his circling race,

Appoints the moon to change her face;
And when thick darkness veils the day,
Calls out wild beasts to hunt their prey.
16 Fierce lions lead their young abroad,
And roaring ask their meat from God;
But when the morning beams arise,
The savage beast to covert flies.
17 Then man to daily labour goes;
The night was made for his repose;
Sleep is thy gift; that sweet relief
From tiresome toil and wasting grief.
18 How strange thy works! how great thy skill!
And every land thy riches fill:

Thy wisdom round the world we see,
This spacious earth is full of thee.