-7 Now save us, Lord, from slavish fear,
Now let our hope be firm and strong;
o Till thy salvation shall appear,
s And joy and triumph raise the song.

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PSALM 21. L. M. Castle-street. [*]
V. 1-9.-CHRIST exalted to the Kingdom.
AVID rejoic'd in God his strength,

D'Rais'd to the throne by special grace

o But Christ the Son appears at length, Fulfils the triumphs and the praise.

-2 How great is the Messiah's joy,
In the salvation of thy hand!

g Lord, thou hast rais'd his kingdom high,
And giv'n the world to his command.
-3 Thy goodness grants whate'er he will,
Nor does the least request withhold;
Blessings of love prevent him still,
And crowns of glory, not of gold.
g 4 Honour and majesty divine
Around his sacred temples shine,
Blest with the favour of thy face,
And length of everlasting days.

PSALM 22. C. M. SECOND PART. Bedford. [*
V. 20, 21, 27-51.-CHRIST's Sufferings and Kingdom.
OW from the roaring lion's rage,
"O Lord, protect thy Son;

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"Nor leave thy darling to engage "The powers of hell alone."

-2 Thus did our suffering Saviour pray, With mighty cries and tears:

o God heard him in that dreadful day,
And chas'd away his fears.

-3 Great was the vict'ry of his death,
His throne's exalted high;
And all the kindreds of the earth,
Shall worship-or shall die.

4 A num'rous offspring must arise,
From bis expiring groans;
They shall be reckon'd in his eyes
For daughters and for sons.

e 5 The meek and humble souls shall see
His table richly spread;

-And all that seek the Lord shall be
With joys immortal fed.

• 6 The isles shall know the righteousness,
Of our incarnate God;

And nations yet unborn, profess
Salvation in his blood.

L. M. Carthage. [b]

St. Ann's.

CHRIST's Sufferings and Exaltation.

P1N The dying sorrows of our Lord;

TOW let our mournful songs record

When he complain'd in tears and blood,
As one forsaken of his God.

e 2 The Jews beheld him thus forlorn,
And shook their heads, and laugh'd in scorn;
d "He rescu❜d others from the grave;
"Now let him try himself to save.

3 "This is the man did once pretend "God was his Father and his Friend: "If God the blessed lov'd him so, "Why doth he fail to help him now?" • 4 Barbarous people! cruel priests! How they stood round like savage beasts! Like lions gaping to devour,

When God had left him in their pow'r. p 5 They wound his head, his hands, his feet, 'Till streams of blood each other meet; By lot his garments they divide,

And mock the pangs in which he died. -6 But God his Father heard his cry; o Rais'd from the dead, he reigns on high; -The nations learn his righteousness, And humble sinners taste his grace.

PSALM 23. L. M. Green's. Islington. [*] GOD our Shepherd.

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My in wants be well supply'd;

Y shepherd is the living Lord;

His providence and holy word
Become my safety and my guide.

2 In pastures where salvation grows,
He makes me feed, he makes me rest;
There living water gently flows,
And all the food's divinely blest.

p 3 My wand'ring feet his ways mistake;
But he restores my soul to peace,
o And leads me for his mercy sake,
In the fair paths of righteousness.
p 4 Tho' I walk thro' the gloomy vale,
Where death and all its terrours are;
-My heart and hope shall never fail,
• For God my shepherd's with me there.
e 5 Amidst the darkness and the deeps,
-Thou art my comfort, thou my stay:
o Thy staff supports my feeble steps,
Thy rod directs my doubtful way.
s 8 Surely the mercies of the Lord,
Attend his household all their days;
There will I dwell to hear his word,
To seek his face, and sing his praise.
S. M. Aylesbury. Dover. [*]
God's tender Care of his People.
HE Lord my shepherd is,
I shall be well supply'd:
Since he is mine, and I am his,
What can I want beside?
2 He leads me to the place,
Where heav'nly pasture grows;
Where living waters gently pass,
And full salvation flows.

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c 3 If e'er I go astray,

He doth my soul reclaim;

And guides me in his own right way,
For his most holy name.

4 While he affords his aid,

I cannot yield to fear!

e Tho' I should walk thro' death's dark shade,

My Shepherd's with me there.

5 In spite of all my foes,

Thou dost my table spread;

My cup with blessings overflows,
And joy exalts my head.

6 The bounties of thy love

Shall crown my foll'wing days;
Nor from thy house will I remove,
Nor cease to speak thy praise.

PSALM 24. C. M.

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Abridge. Bedford. [*]

Dwelling with God.

HE earth for ever is the Lord's,
With Adam's num'rous race;
He rais'd its arches o'er the floods,
And built it on the seas.

e 2 But who among the sons of men
May visit thine abode?

d He who has hands from mischief clean,
Whose heart is right with God?

3 This is the man may rise, and take
The blessings of his grace;

This is the lot of those who seek
The God of Jacob's face.

o 4 Now let our soul's immortal pow'rs
To meet the Lord prepare;

• Lift up their everlasting doors;
The King of glory's near.

5 The King of glory-who can tell
The wonders of his might?
-He rules the nations; but to dwell
With saints, is his delight.

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L. M. Islington. [*]

Saints dwell in Heaven; or, Christ's Ascension.

THIS spacious earth is all the Lord's,

And men and worms and beasts and birds; -He rais'd the building on the seas,

And gave it for their dwelling place. o 2 But there's a brighter world on high, Thy palace, Lord, above the sky:

e Who shall ascend that blest abode, And dwell so near his maker God?

d 3 He who abhors and fears to sin,

Whose heart is pure, whose hands are clean;
Him shall the Lord the Saviour bless,
And clothe his soul with righteousness.

-4 These are the men, the pious race, Who seek the God of Jacob's face; • These shall enjoy the blissful sight, And dwell in everlasting light.

PAUSE. Oporto.

5 Rejoice, ye shining worlds on high, -Behold the King of glory nigh! e Who can this King of glory be? • The mighty Lord, the Saviour's he. -6 Ye heav'nly gates, your leaves display, To make the Lord, the Saviour, way; Laden with spoils from earth and hell, The Conqu❜rer comes with God to dwell. g 7 Rais'd from the dead, he goes before, He opens heaven's eternal door;

To give his saints a blest abode,

Near their Redeemer and their God.

PSALM 25. S. M. 1st PART. Little Marlboro3. [b]

Ver. 1-11. Waiting for Pardon and Directions

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LIFT my soul to God,

My trust is in his Name;

e Let not my foes that seek my blood Still triumph in my shame.

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2 Sin, and the pow'rs of hell,
Persuade me to despair:

-Lord, make me know thy cov❜nant well,
That I may 'scape the snare.

e 3 From the first dawning light
'Till the dark ev'ning rise,
For thy salvation, Lord, I wait,
With ever longing eyes.

e 4 Remember all thy grace,
And lead me in thy truth;
Forgive the sins of riper days,
And follies of my youth.

5 The Lord is just and kind,
The meek shall learn his ways;

And every humble sinner find

The methods of his grace.