6 For fovereign power reigns not alone, Grace is a partner of the throne; Thy grace and juftice, mighty Lord, Shall well adjudge our laft reward.
Plalm LXIII. Common Metre. [*
For the Lord's Day Morning.
I hafte to seek thy face; My thirsty fpirit faints away, Without thy cheering grace.
God, without delay,
2 So pilgrims, on the fcorching fand, Beneath a burning sky,
Long for a cooling ftream at hand, And they must drink or die. 3 I've feen thy glory and thy power Through all thy temple shine; My God, repeat that heavenly hour, That vifion fo divine.
4 Not all the bleffings of a feaft Can please my foul fo well, As when thy richer grace I tafte, And in thy presence dwell. Not life itfelf, with all its joys, Can my best 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 tuhe my lips to fing.
The Love of God and his 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 Thou great and good, thou juft 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 raise my voice, Whilft I have breath to pray or praise; This work fhall make my heart rejoice, And well employ my future days.
Plaim LXIII. Short Metre.
Delight in Divine Worship.
Y God, permit my tongue
And let my early cries prevail, To tafte thy love divine. H
2 Within thy churches, Lord, I long to find my place; Thy power and glory to behold, Ánd feel thy quickening grace. 3 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 hast been my help, To thee my fpirit 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 supports my fteps.
Pfalm LXIV. Six Line L. M.
In a Time of Infurrection.
LORD, to our request give ear, And free our fouls from hoftile fear 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 mifchief 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; Whilst all fhall own his dealings juft, The righteous in his name fhall truft.
TATE and MERRICK, united and varied.
Palm LXV. First Part. L. M. [*] Public Worship.
Fuzion waits, thy chofen, feat TOR thee, O God, our conftant praise
Our promis'd altars there we'll raife, And all our zealous vows complete. 20 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 numberlefs, in vain To ftop thy flowing mercy try; For thou wilt purge the guilty ftain, And wash away the crimfon dye.
4 Bleft is the man, who, near thee plac'd, Within thy facred dwelling lives; Whilft we at humbier 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 stand, 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.
3 Seafons and times, and moons and hours, Heaven, air, and earth are thine ; When clouds diftil in fruitful showers, The Author is divine.
A Thofe wandering cifterns in the sky, Borne by the winds around, Whose wat'ry treafures well fupply The furrows of the ground.
The thirsty ridges drink their fill, And ranks of corn appear;
Thy ways abound with bleffings ftill, Thy goodness crowns the year.
Pfalm LXV. Third Part. C. M. [X]
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 war'ry bleflings from the fky, To cheer the thirity land.
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