From age to age his truth shall reign
Nor children's children hope in vain ]

S. M. FIRST PART. Kibworth. Dover. [*]
Ver. 1-7. Spiritual and Temporal Mercies.
BLESS the Lord, my soul!
Let all within me join,

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And aid my tongue to bless his name,
Whose favours are divine.

2 O bless the Lord, my soul!
Nor let his mercies lie

Forgotten in unthankfulness,
And without praises die.

b 3 "Tis he forgives thy sins;
"Tis he relieves thy pain;
'Tis he who heals thy sicknesses,
And makes thee young again.

4 He crowns thy life with love, When ransomed from the grave; o He, who redeemed my soul from hell, Hath sovereign power to save.

5 He fills the poor with good;
He gives the sufferers rest:

o The Lord hath judgment for the proud.
And justice for th' oppressed.

6 His wondrous works and ways
He made by Moses known;

o But sent the world his truth and grace.
By his beloved Son.

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S. M. SECOND PART.

Ver. 8-18.

Watchman. [*]

Mercy in the midst of Judgment.

1 M Whose mercies are so great,
Y soul, repeat His praise,

Whose anger is so slow to rise,

So ready to abate.

2 God will not always chide;
And when his strokes are felt,

His strokes are fewer than our crimes,
And lighter than our guilt.

3 High as the heavens are raised
Above the ground we tread;

So far the riches of his grace
Our highest thoughts exceed

4 His power subdues our sins, And his forgiving love, Far as the east is from the west, Doth all our guilt remove. e 5 The pity of the Lord,

To those that fear his name, Is such as tender parents feel;

He knows our feeble frame. 6 He knows we are but dust,

Scattered with every breath: e His anger, like a rising wind,

Can send us swift to death.

7 Our days are as the grass,
Or like the morning flower;

If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field,
It withers in an hour.

e 8 But thy compassions, Lord,
To endless years endure;

o And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure.]

S. M. THIRD PART. St. Thomas's. [*]

Ver. 19-22.

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God's Dominion; or, Angelic Pruise.
Lord, the sovereign King,

Hath fixed his throne on high;

O'er all the heavenly world he rules,
And all beneath the sky.

2 Ye angels, great in might,
And swift to do his will,

Bless ye the Lord, whose voice ye hear,
Whose pleasure ye fulfill.

3 Let the bright hosts, who wait
The orders of their King,
And guard his churches when they pray,
Join in the praise they sing.

4 While all his wondrous works,
Through his vast kingdom, show
Their Maker's glory, thou, my soul,
Shalt sing his graces too.

PSALM 104. L.M. Blendon. [*]
God glorious in Creation and Providence.
'M'When clothed in his celestial rays,
Y soul, the great Creator praise :

He in full majesty appears,

And, like a robe, his glory wears.

[Note. This Psalm may be sung to a different metre by adding the following two lines to every stanza, viz.

Great is the Lord; what tongue can frame
An equal honour to his name!]

2 [The heavens are for his curtains spread;
Th' unfathomed deep he makes his bed;
Clouds are his chariot, when he flies
On winged storms across the skies.]

3 Angels, whom his own breath inspires,
His ministers, are flaming fires;
As swift as thought their armies move,
To bear his vengeance, or his love.

4 The world's foundations by his hand
Are poised, and shall forever stand;
He binds the ocean in his chain,
Lest it should drown the earth again.

5 [When earth was covered with the flood,
Which high above the mountains stood;
He thundered, and the ocean fled,
Confined to its appointed bed.

6 The swelling billows know their bound,
And in their channels walk their round;
Yet thence conveyed by secret veins,
They spring on hills, and drench the plains.

7 He bids the crystal fountains flow,
And cheer the valleys as they go;
Tame heifers there their thirst allay,
And for the stream wild asses bray.

8 From pleasant trees, which shade the brink,
The lark and linnet light to drink ;
Their songs the lark and linnet raise,
And chide our silence in his praise.

PAUSE 1.

9 God from his cloudy cistern pours
On the parched earth enriching showers;
The grove, the garden, and the field,
A thousand joyful blessings yield.

10 He makes the grassy food arise,
And gives the cattle large supplies;
With herbs for man of various power,
To nourish nature, or to cure.

11 What noble fruit the vines produce'
The olive yields an useful juice;

Our hearts are cheered with generous wine;
With inward joy our faces shine.

12 O bless his name, ye people, fed
With nature's chief supporter, bread:
While bread your vital strength imparts,
Serve him with vigor in your hearts.

PAUSE II.

13 Behold the stately cedar stands,
Raised in the forests by his hands;
Birds to the boughs for shelter fly,
And build their nests secure on high.

14 To craggy hills ascends the goat;
And, at the airy mountain's foot,
The feebler creatures make their cell;
He gives them wisdom where to dwell.
15 He sets the sun his circling race,
Appoints the moon to change her face;
And when thick darkness veils the day,
Calls out wild beasts to hunt their prey.
16 Fierce lions lead their young abroad,
And, roaring, ask their meat from God;
But when the morning beams arise,
The savage beast to covert flies.

17 Then man to daily labour goes;
The night was made for his repose:
Sleep is thy gift, that sweet relief
From tiresome toil and wasting grief.

18 How strange thy works! how great thy skill! And every land thy riches fill:

Thy wisdom round the world we see :
This spacious earth is full of thee.

19 Nor less thy glories in the deep,
Where fish in millions swim and creep;
With wondrous motions, swift or slow,
Still wandering in the paths below.

20 There ships divide the watery way,
And flocks of scaly monsters play;
There dwells the huge leviathan,
And foams and sports in spite of man.

PAUSE III.

21 Vast are thy works, almighty Lord;
All nature rests upon thy word;

And the whole race of creatures stand,
Waiting their portion from thy hand.
22 While each receives his different food,
Their cheerful looks pronounce it good;
Eagles and bears, and whales and worms,
Rejoice and praise in different forms.
23 But when thy face is hid, they mourn,
And, dying, to their dust return;
Both man and beast their souls resign:
Life, breath, and spirit-all are thine.
24 Yet thou canst breathe on dust again,
And fill the world with beasts and men;
A word of thy creating breath

Repairs the wastes of time and death.]

25 His works, the wonders of his might,
Are honoured with his own delight:
e How awful are his glorious ways!
The Lord is dreadful in his praise.

p 26 The earth stands trembling at thy stroke
And at thy touch the mountains smoke :
b Yet humble souls may see thy face,

And tell their wants to sovereign grace.
-27 In Thee my hopes and wishes meet,
And make my meditations sweet;
Thy praises shall my breath employ,
Till it expire in endless joy.

28 [While haughty sinners die accursed,
Their glory buried in the dust,

o 1 to my God, my heavenly King,

o Immortal hallelujahs sing.]

PSALM 105. C. M. ABRIDGED. Arundel. [*]

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Covenant with Abraham remembered.

IVE thanks to God, invoke his name,

GAnd tell the world his grace;

u Sound through the earth his deeds of fame That all may seek his face.