5 Rejoice, ye fhining worlds on high, Behold the King of glory nigh! Who can this King of glory be? The mighty Lord, the Saviour's he. 6 Ye heavenly gates, your leaves display, To make the Lord, the Saviour way; Laden with fpoils from earth and hell, The Conqueror comes, with God to dwell. 7 Rais'd from the dead, he goes before, He opens heaven's eternal door, Το give his faints a bleft abode With their Redeemer and their God.
Seeking divine Forgiveness and Direction. 10 God I lift my eyes,
truft is in his name; And they whofe hope on him relies, Shall never fuffer fhame.
2 From the first dawning light
Till the dark evening's fhade,
For thy falvation, Lord, I wait,
And afk thy heavenly aid.
3 Remember all thy grace,
And lead me in thy truth
Forgive the fins of riper age,
And follies of my youth.
4 Thro' all the ways of God,
Both truth and mercy fhine,
To those who with religious hearts
To his bleft will incline.
And in his facred paths will lead
The humble and the meek.
For thy own goodness' fake,
Save thou my foul from fhame
And pardon all my fins, tho' great,
Thro' my Redeemer's name.
TATE and WATTS, united and varied.
UDGE me, O God, and prove my ways,
And try my reins, and try my heart;
My faith upon thy promife ftays,
Nor from thy word my feet depart.
I hate to walk, I hate to fit
With man of vanity and lies;
The coffer and the hypocrite
In my efteem fhall never rife.
In innocence I'll wath my hands,
From pride and guilt and folly clear
Then at thy facred altar ftand,
And hope to find acceptance there.
I love thy habitation, Lord,
The temple where thy honours dwell
There fhall I hear thy holy word,
And there thy works of wonder tell.
Let not my foul be join'd at laft
With men of treachery and blood;
Since I my days on earth have pait
mong the faints, and near my God.
Plaim XXVII. Common Metre. [or b]
The Church is our Safety and Delight.
HE Lord of glory is my light,
And my falvation too;
God is my ftrength, nor will I fear
What mortal flefh can do.
One privilege my heart defires,
O grant me an abode
Among the churches of thy faints,
The temples of my God.
3 There fhall I offer my requefts,
And fee thy glory still;
Shall hear thy meffages of love,
And learn thy holy will.
4 When troubles rife and ftorms appear,
There may his children hide :
God has a strong pavilion, where
He makes my foul abide.
5 Should friends and kindred, near and dear, Leave me to want or die;
My God would make my life his care,
And all my need fupply.
6 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling faints.
And keep your courage up;
He'll raife your fpirit when it faints,
And elevate your hope.
The Safety of trufting in God.
HE Lord, my Saviour, is my light, What terrors can my foul affright? Whilft God, my ftrength, my life, is near What mortal fhall alarm my fear?
2 When numerous hofts befiege me round,
My courage fhall maintain its ground;
Tho' war thould rise in dread array,
God is my ftrength, my hope, my stay.
3 This only blifs my heart defires,
To this my ardent wifh afpires,
In God's own houfe to fpend my days,
To hear his word, and fpeak his praife;
4 When troubles rife, my guardian God
Will hide me fafe in his abode ;
Firm as a rock my hope fhall ftand,
Suftain'd by his almighty hand.
5 Should every earthly friend depart,
Should love forfake a parent's heart;
The God on whom my hopes depend,
Will be my father and my friend.
6 Ye humble fouls, in every ftrait
On God with faith and patience wait;
His hand fhall life and ftrength afford;
Wait, therefore, ever on the Lord.
Pfalm XXVIII. Common Mctre. [b]
The humble Suppliant truffing in God.
LORD, my rock, to thee I cry,
In fighs confume my breath;
Hear me, O Lord, or I fhall be
Like those who fleep in death.
2 Regard my fupplication, Lord,
The cries that I repeat,
With weeping eyes and lifted hands,
Before thy mercy feat.
If wicked men thy works defpife,
Nor will thy grace adore,
Thy juftice fhall avenge the cause,
And build them up no more.
4 But I, with gratitude infpir'd,
Thy praifes will refound;
From whom, the cries of my distress
A gracious anfwer found..
As thou hast fill'd my heart with joy,
'Tis juft that I fhould raife
The cheerful tribute of my thanks,
And celebrate thy praife,
6 Preferve thy people, Lord, and deign
Thy heritage to blefs;
Crown them with plenty and with peace,
With honour and fuccefs.
Plalm XXIX. Long Metre.
The Majefty of God in Thunder.
IVE to the Lord, ye fons of fame,
G Give to the Lord renown and power;
Afcribe due honors to his name,
And his eternal might adore.
2 The Lord proclaims his power aloud
O'er the vast ocean and the land;
His voice diffolves the watery cloud,
And lightnings blaze at his command.
3 When he from heaven in thunder fpeaks,
With majesty and terror crown'd;
His voice the ftately cedar breaks,``
And throws its scatter'd limbs around.
4 His voice divides the flames of fire,
And forked streaks of lightning fends,
The mountain trembles at his ire,
The lofty foreft lowly bends,
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