o His heart is arm'd against the fear, 'C. M. St. Ann's. [*] APPY is he who fears the Lord, Hand follows his commands; Who lends the poor, without reward; 2 As pity dwells within his breast, So God shall answer his request, 5 His works of piety and love Remain before the Lord; Honour on earth, and joys above, 1 PSALM 113. P. M. St. Helen's. [*] His sacred name forever bless: Let lands and seas his power confess. The heav'ns are far below his height: e Let no created greatness dare With our eternal God compare, Arm'd with his uncreated might. e 3 He bows his glorious head to view What the bright hosts of angels do, And bends his care to mortal things: -His sov'reign hand exalts the poor; He takes the needy from the door, And makes them company for kings. To rescue their expiring name; 1 God Sovereign and Gracious. E servants of th' almighty King, Ya evry age his praises sing; Where'er the sun shall rise or set, 3 Which of the sons of Adam dare, With joy the mother views her son, Faith may grow strong when sense despairs; 1 PSALM 114. L. M. Blendon. [*] THEN Israel, freed from Pharaoh's hand, W Left the proud tyrant and his land, The tribes, with cheerful homage, own And whence the fright that Sinai feels? PSALM 115. L. M. FIRST PART. Psalm 97th. [*] OT to ourselves, who are but dust, Eternal God, thou only just, Thou only gracious, wise and true! g 2 Shine forth, in all thy dreadful name; e Why should a heathen's haughty tongue Insult us, and to raise our shame, d Say, "Where's the God you've serv'd so long?" o 3 The God, we serve, maintains his throne Above the clouds, beyond the skies: Through all the earth his will is done; He knows our groans, he hears our cries, e 4 But the vain idols they adore, A silver saint, or golden god. -5 [With eyes and ears they carve the head; And vows are scatter'd in the wind. 6 Their feet were never made to move, g 7 O Israel, make the Lord thy hope, a 8 The dead no more can speak thy praise, o But we shall live to sing thy grace, 1 N P. M. Walworth. [*] Popish Idolatry reproved. TOT to our names, Thou only Just and True, Not to our worthless names is glory due; Thy pow'r and grace, thy truth and justice, claim Immortal honours to thy sov'reign name. Shine thro' the earth, from heav'n thy blest abode, Nor let the heathen say, " And where's your God?" 2 Heav'n is thine higher court; there stands thy throne; And thro' the lower worlds thy will is done: Earth is thy work; the heav'ns thy hand hath spread; e But fools adore the gods their hands have made: -The kneeling crowd, with looks devout behold Their silver saviours and their saints of gold. 3 [Vain are those artful shapes of eyes and ears, 4 The rich have statues well adorn'd with gold; The poor content with gods of coarser mould; With tools of iron carve the senseless stock, Lopt from a tree, or broken from a rock: People and priest drive on the solemn trade, And trust the gods that saws and hammers made.] a 5 Be heav'n and earth amaz'd!-'Tis hard to say, Which the more stupid,-or their gods or they. o O Israel, trust the Lord; HE hears and sees; He knows thy sorrows, and restores thy peace His worship does a thousand comforts yield, He is thy help, and he thine heav'nly shield. 0 6 In God we trust: our impious foes in vain Attempt our ruin, and oppose his reign; e Had they prevail'd, darkness had clos'd our days, And death and silence had forbid his praise: s But we are sav'd, and live: let songs arise, And Zion bless the God who built the skies. PSALM 116. FIRST PART. Canterbury. [* b] Recovery from Sickness. 1 I LOVE the Lord, he heard my cries, Long as I live, when troubles rise, I'll hasten to his throne. 2 I love the Lord: he bow'd his ear, e 3 My flesh declin'd, my spirits fell, While inward pangs, and fears of hell, d 4 "My God, I cry'd, thy servant save, "Thy pow'r can rescue from the grave, Thy pow'r is all my trust." 66 -5 The Lord beheld me sore distrest, He bade my pains remove; Return, my soul, to God thy rest, For thou hast known his love. o 6 My God hath sav'd my soul from death, And dry'd my falling tears; |