PSALMS AND HYMNS,

FOR

PUBLIC WORSHIP,

TO BE SUNG IN THE PARISH CHURCH OF

ALFRETON.

FOURTH EDITION.

"Sing ye Praises with understanding."

PSALM XLVII.-7.

"Let the word of Christ dwell in you richly in all wisdom,
"teaching and admonishing one another in Psalms,
"and Hymns, and Spiritual Songs, singing with
66 grace in your hearts to the Lord."

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SELECTION, &c.

Psalms.

PSALM I. C. M.

TOW blest is he, who ne'er consents

HBy ill advice to walk;

Nor stands in sinners' ways, nor sits
Where men profanely talk.

But makes the perfect law of God
His bus'ness and delight;
Devoutly reads therein by day,
And meditates by night.

Like some fair tree, which, fed by streams
With timely fruit doth bend,
He still shall flourish, and success
All his designs attend.

Ungodly men, and their attempts,
No lasting root shall find;
Untimely blasted, and dispers'd
Like chaff before the wind.

B

But God approves the just man's ways: To happiness they tend;

While sinners, and the paths they tread, Shall both in ruin end.

W

PSALM II. C. M.

YHY fiercely rage the nations round
Why form they counsels vain?

Against Jehovah Kings arise,

And Christ forbid to reign.

"Come let us break their chains, say they, And make their fetters fly;'

But scorn attends their vain attempt,
Jehovah rules on high.

Then shall they hear his awful voice,
And just resentment feel;

Ye rebels cease-My king shall reign
On Sion's sacred hill.

The Lord's decree I thus proclaim,
To me his word is known;
Thou art my Son, to thee this day
A Father's love is shewn,

At thy request shall nations great
To thee their homage pay,

And earth's remotest climes submit
To thy imperial sway.

PSALM HII. C. M.

HOU art, O Lord, my sure defence,

T On thee my hopes rely;

Thou art my glory, and shall yet
Lift up my head on high.

Guarded by thee, I laid me down
My sweet repose to take;
For I through thee securely sleep,
Through thee in safety wake.

Salvation to the Lord belongs;
He only can defend ;

His blessings he extends to all
Who on his power depend.

L

PSALM V. C. M.

ORD hear the voice of my complaint,
To my address attend?

My King! my God! accept my pray❜r,
My pray'rs to thee ascend.

Thou when the morning sheds its beams,
Shalt hear my fervent cry;

To thee the dawn I'll dedicate,
And lift my hands on high.

With thy unbounded mercy blest,
I'll in thy courts appear,

And bow before thy sacred throne,
With pious filial fear.