PSALM 144. C. M. FIRST PART. Bedford. [*] V. 1, 2.-Aid and Victory in Spiritual Warfare. 1 FOR NOR ever blessed be the I ord, 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, C. M. SECOND PART. Reading. [b] V.3,4,5,6.—Vanity of Man, and Condescension of God. P1 LORD, what is man, poor feeble man, of the earth at His life a shadow, light and vain, 2 O what is feeble dying man, -That God should make it his concern, To visit him with grace! g 3 That God, who darts his lightnings down! And mountains tremble at his frown- L. M. Shoel. [*] V. 12-15.-The happy City and Nation. H Like pillars found a palace set And daughters, bright as polish'd stones, On whom the all-sufficient God Himself, with all his grace, bestows. PSALM 145. L. M. Green's. Nantwich. [*] The Greatness of God. "Y God, my King, thy various praise, u 2 The wings of every hour shall bear g 4 Thy works with sov'reign glory shine, Let ev'ry realm with joy proclaim e 6 But who can speak thy wondrous deeds? C. M. FIRST PART. Barby. Mitcham. [*] 。 1 LONG as I live I'll bless thy name, My King, my God of love; My work and joy shall be the same, -2 Great is the Lord; his pow'r unknown; I'll sing the honours of thy throne, Thy works of grace repeat. o 3 Thy grace shall dwell upon my tongue; And while my lips rejoice, The men, who hear my sacred song, -4 Fathers to sons shall teach thy Name, o Ages to come thy truth proclaim, u 5 Thy glorious deeds of ancient date g 6 The world is manag'd by thy hands; And thine eternal kingdom stands,- 0 1 C. M. SECOND PART. Swanwick. [*] Ver. 7, &c.-The Goodness of God. Let age to age thy righteousness, -2 God reigns on high; but ne'er confines o Through the whole earth his bounty shines, And ev'ry want supplies. e 3 With longing eyes thy creatures wait On thee for daily food; o Thy lib'ral hand provides their meat, Ånd fills their mouth with good. e 4 How kind are thy compassions, Lord! How slow thine anger moves! e o But soon he sends his pard'ning word, To cheer the souls he loves. • 5 Creatures, with all their endless race, But saints, who taste thy richer grace, C. M. THIRD PART. Sunday. [*] Ver. 14-17, &c.-Mercy to Sufferers. LET ev'ry tongue thy goodness speak, Thou sov'reign Lord of all! Thy strength'ning hands uphold the weak, 2 When sorrow bows the spirit down, Beneath some proud oppressor's frown, 3 The Lord supports our tott'ring days, 4 He knows the pain his servants feel, 5 His mercy never shall remove He saves the souls, whose humble love 6 [His stubborn foes his sword shall slay, My lips shall dwell upon his praise, Let all the sons of Adam raise PSALM 146. L. M. Old Hundred. [*] 1 [Pin works so pleasant, so divine: Now while the flesh is mine abode, 2 Praise shall employ my noblest pow'rs, My days of praise shall ne'er be past, And earth and seas, with all their train; 5 His truth for ever stands secure ; e 6 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind; The widow and the fatherless. -7 He loves his saints; he knows them well; e But turns the wicked down to hell: o Thy God, O Zion, ever reigns; Praise him in everlasting strains. P. M. St. Helen's. [*] Praise for Divine Goodness and Truth. 1 I'LL praise my Maker with my breath; And when my voice is lost in death, e 2 Why should I make a man my trust? Vain is the help of flesh and blood: Nor can they make their promise good. o 3 Happy the man, whose hopes rely He saves th' opprest, he feeds the poor; e 4 The Lord hath eyes to give the blind; He sends the lab'ring conscience peace : He helps the stranger in distress, The widow and the fatherless, And grants the pris'ner sweet release. |