g e d g Thy throne was fixed on high, Eternal is thy kingdom, Lord. 3 In vain the noisy crowd, Like billows fierce and loud, Against thine empire rage and roar; In vain with angry spite, The surly nations fight, And dash like waves against the shore. 4 Let floods and nations rage, And all their powers engage,— Let swelling tides assault the sky: The terrors of thy frown Shall beat their madness down; Thy throne forever stands on high. 5 Thy promises are true, Thy grace is ever new; There fixed, thy church shall ne'er remove : Thy saints, with holy fear, Shall in thy courts appear, And sing thine everlasting love. PSALM 94. C. M. FIRST PART. [b] V. 1, 2, 7—14. Saints chastised, and Sinners destroyed. GOD! to whom revenge belongs, O Proclaim thy wrath aloud; Let sovereign power redress our wrongs, 2 They say, "The Lord nor sees nor hears;" When will the fools be wise? Can he be deaf, who formed their ears? Or blind, who made their eyes? 3 He knows their impious thoughts are vam, And they shall feel his power; flis wrath shall pierce their souls with pain, In some surprising hour. 4 But if thy saints deserve rebuke, Thou hast a gentler rod: Thy providences, and thy book, Shall make them know their God. 5 Blest is the man thy hands chastise, And to his duty draw: Thy scourges make thy children wise, 6 But God will ne'er cast off his saints 1 C. M. SECOND PART. WHO Reading. [b] A V. 16-23. Deliverunce from Temptation and Persecution. 2 Had not the Lord, my Rock, my Help, e My life had now in silence dwelt, My soul amongst the dead. P - 0 3 "Alas, my sliding feet!" I cried, Thy grace stood constant by my side, e 4 While multitudes of mournful thoughts } o Thy boundless love forgives my faults, Thy comforts cheer my soul. -5 Powers of iniquity may rise, g And frame pernicious laws; But God, my refuge, rules the skies; -6 Let malice vent her rage aloud;, The Lord our God shall judge the proud, 1 PSALM 95. C. M. Bedford, Plymouth. [*] 1 SING A Psalm before Prayer. to the Lord Jehovah's name, And in his strength rejoice; When his salvation is our theme, Exalted be our voice. 2 With thanks approach his awful sight, And psalms of honour sing; The Lord's a God of boundless might, e 5 Come, and with humble souls adore; O may the creatures of his power e 6 Now is the time; he bends his ear, Come, lest he rouse his wrath, and swear, "Ye shall not see my rest." 1 44 S. M. Peckham. [*] A Psalm before Scrmon, COME, sound his praise abroad, And hymns of glory sing; 2 He formed the deeps unknown; e 3 Come, worship at his throne; 4 To-day attend his voice, Come, like the people of his choice, 5 [But if your ears refuse The language of his grace, And hearts grow hard, like stubborn Jews, 6 The Lord, in vengeance dressed, d"You that despised my promised rest, "Shall have no portion there."] L. M. Blendon, Leeds. [*]. V. 1, 2, 3, 6—11. Canaan lost through Unbelief. COME, let our voices join to raise A sacred song of solemn praise: God is a sovereign King; rehearse urs in exalted verse.] 2 Come, let our souls address the Lord, e Nor let our hardened hearts renew That tired the patience of their God! d 5 [Thus saith the Lord," How false they prove! Forget my power; abuse my love: 'Since they despise my rest, I swear, "Their feet shall never enter there."] " a 6 Look back, my soul, with holy dread, S Nor lose the blessing by delay... o 7 Seize the kind promise, while it waits, PSALM 96. C. M. Arundel Christmas.[*] 1 ING to the Lord, ye distant lands, SING Ye tribes of every tongue; His new discovered grace demands 2 Say to the nations, Jesus reigns, His power the sinking world sustains, 3 Let heaven proclaim the joyful day, 4 Let an unusual joy surprise The islands of the sea; d Ye mountains, sink, ye valleys, rise ; Prepare the Lord his way. 0.5 Behold, he comes, he comes to bless The nations as their God; o To show the world his righteousness, And send his truth abroad. g 6 But when his voice shall raise the dead, And bid the draw near; a How will the guilty nations dread, To see their Judge appear! P. M. St. Helen's. The God of the Gentiles. ET all the earth their voices raise, Lo sing the choicest psalm of praise To sing and bless Jehovah's name: And all his saving works proclaim. Our worship shall no more be paid 3 He framed the globe, He built the sky, He made the shining worlds on high, And reigns complete in glory there; His beams are majesty and light; b His beauties, how divinely bright! His temple, how divinely fair! g 4 Come, the great day, the glorious hour, When earth shall feel his saving power, And barbarous nations fear his name; Then shall the race of men confess The beauty of his holiness, And, in his courts, his grace proclaim. |