2 The rolling fun, the changing light,
And nights and days thy power confefs;
But the bleft volume thou haft writ
Reveals thy juftice and thy grace.
3 Sun, moon and ftars convey thy praise
Thro' the whole earth, and never ftand;
So when thy truth began its race,
It touch'd and glanc'd on every land.
4 Nor fhall thy fpreading gofpel reft,
Till thro' the world thy truth has run;
Till Chrift hath all the nations bleft
That fee the light or feel the fun.
5 Great Sun of righteoufnefs, arife;
Blefs the dark world with heavenly light,
Thy gofpel makes the fimple wife,
Thy laws are pure, thy judgments right.
6 Thy nobleft wonders here we view,
In fouls renew'd and fins forgiven;
Lord, cleanse my fins, my foul renew,
And make thy word my guide to heaven.

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Six Line. L. M. [

REAT God, the heaven's well order'd frame JDeclares the glory of thy name;

Here thy rich works of wonder fhine;
A thousand ftarry beauties there,
A thoufand radiant marks appear
Of boundless power and skill divine.
From night to day, from day to night,
The dawning and the dying light
Lectures of heavenly wifdom read;
With filent eloquence, they raife
Our thoughts to our Creator's praise,
And neither found nor language need.

3 Yet their divine inftructions run Far as the circuit of the fun,

And every nation knows their voice 3 We'er ne fpreads nis beams abroad, He publishes his maker, God,

Rolls round, and makes the earth rejoice,. 4 But when we read thy written word; What light and joy thofe leaves afford! Thefe are our ftudy and delight: Not honey fo invites the taste, Nor gold that hath the furnace paft, Appears fo pleafing to the fight.

5

From the difcov'ries of thy law,
The perfect rules of life we draw;

But 'tis thy bleffed gofpel, Lord,
Which makes our guilty confcience clean,
Converts our foul, fubdues our fin,

And gives a free but large reward.
6 Who knows the errors of his thoughts!
Forgive, O Lord, our fecret faults,

And from prefumptuous fins reftrain;
Accept the tribute of our praise,
That we have read thy book of grace,
And book of nature, not in vain.

Pfalm XIX. Short Metre.

B

For the Lord's Day Morning.
EHOLD the morning fun
Begins his glorious way,

His beams thro' all the nations run,
And life and light convey.
But where the gospel comes,
It fpreads diviner light;

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It calls dead finners from their tombs,
And gives the blind their fight
3 How perfect is thy word!
And all thy judgments juft!
Forever fure thy promife, Lord,
And we fecurely truft.
4 My gracious God, how plain
Are thy directions given!
0 may I never read in vain,
But find the path to heaven.
5 I hear thy word with love,
O help me to obey;

Send thy good Spirit from above,
To guide me, left 1 ftray.

6 Whilft with my heart and tongue
I fptead my praife abroad;
Accept the worship and the fong,
My Saviour and my God.

Plaim XX. Long Metre.

NOW

For a Day of Prayer in War.

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[OW may the God of power and grace
Attend his people's humble cry;
Jehovah hears when Ifrael prays,
And fends deliverance from on high.
2 The name of Jacob's God defends
Better than fhields or brazen walls;
He from his fanctuary fends

Succour and ftrength when Zion calls.
Well he remembers all our fighs,
His love exceeds our beft deferts;
His love accepts the facrifice
Of humble groans and broken hearts.

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4 In his falvation is our hope,

And in the name of God, the Lord,
Our troops fhall lift their banners up,
Our fhips fhall fpread their flags abroad.
5 Some truft in horfes train'd for war,
And fome of chariots make their boast;
Our furcft expectations are

From thee, the Lord of heavenly hofts.
6 Save us, O Lord, from guilty fear,
And let our hopes be firm and ftrong;
Till thy falvation fhall appear,
And joy and triumph raife the fong.

Pfalm XXI. Long Metre.

The Exaltation of Christ.

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AVID rejoic'd in God his ftrength,

D Rais'd to the throne by special grace;

But Chrift the Son appears at length,
Fulfils the triumph and the praise.

2 How great is the Meffiah's joy
In the falvation of thy hand I

Lord, thou haft rais'd his kingdom high,
And giv'n the world to his command.
3 Thy goodnefs grants whate'er he will,
Nor doth the leaft requeft withhold;
Bleffings of love prevent him ftill,
And crowns of glory not of gold.
4 Honour and majesty divine
Around his facred temples fhine;
Bleft with the favour of thy face,
And length of everlasting days.

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pfalm XXII. Firft Part. C. M. [5]

The Sufferings and Glory of Chrift.
TOW, in the hour of deep diftrefs,
My God, fupport thy SON,

NOW

When horrors dark my foul opprefs,
O leave me not alone !"

2 Thus did our fuffering Saviour pray,
With mighty cries and tears;
God heard him in that dreadful day,
And chas'd away his fears.

Great was the victory of his death,
His throne exalted stands;

And all the nations of the earth
Shall bow to his commands.

4 A numerous offspring fhall reward
The Saviour's dying groans;
"I call them, faith the glorious Lord,
My daughters and my fons."

5 The meek and humble fouls fhall fee
His table richly fpread;

And all that feek the Lord fhall be

With joys immortal fed.

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Pfalm XXII. Second Part. L. M. [b]

NOW

Chrifl's Death and Resurrection.

let our mournful

fongs record

The dying forrows of our Lord; When he complain'd in tears and blood, Like one forfaken of his God.

2 The Jews beheld him thus forlorn,

And thook their heads, and laugh'd in fcorn; "He refcu❜d others from the grave,

"Now let him try himself to fave.