That makes my guilty conscience clean,
Converts my soul, subdues my sin,
And gives a free, but large reward.

e 8 Who knows the errors of his thoughts?
My God, forgive my secret faults,

And from presumptuous sins restrain:
-Accept my poor attempts of praise,
That I have read thy book of grace,
And book of nature not in vain.

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PSALM 20. L. M.

Blendon. [*]

Prayer and Hope of Victory.

NOW may the God of power and grace

Attend his people's humble cry! Jehovah hears when Israel prays,

And brings deliverance from on high.

2 The name of Jacob's God defends, Better than shields or brazen walls; He from his sanctuary sends

Succour and strength when Zion calls.

3 Well he remembers all our sighs,
His love exceeds our best deserts;
His love accepts the sacrifice-
Of humble groans and broken hearts.

o 4 In his salvation is our hope;
And in the name of Israel's God,
Our troops shall lift their banners up,
Our navies spread their flags abroad.

-5 Some trust in horses trained for war,
And some of chariots make their boasts;
o Our surest expectations are

From thee, the Lord of heavenly hosts.

6 [0 may the memory of thy name
Inspire our armies for the fight!
d Our foes shall fall and die with shame,
Or quit the field with shameful flight.]

-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.

PSALM 21. C. M. Sunday. [*]

Our Country the Care of Heaven.

1OUR land, O Lord, with songs of praise

Shall in thy strength rejoice;

And, blest with thy salvation, raise

To heaven their cheerful voice.

2 Thy sure defence, through nations round,
Has spread our wondrous name;
And our successful actions crowned
With dignity and fame.

3 Then let our land on God alone

For timely aid rely;

His mercy, which adorns his throne,
Shall all our wants supply.

4 But, righteous Lord, thy stubborn foes
Shall feel thy dreadful hand;

Thy vengeful arm shall find out those
Who hate all just command.

5 When thou against them dost engage,
Thy just but dreadful doom

Shall, like a fiery oven's rage,

Their hopes and them consume.

6 Thus, Lord, thy wondrous power declare, And thus exalt thy fame;

Whilst we glad songs of praise prepare
For thine alınighty name.]

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L. M. Castlestreet. [*]

V. 1-9. CHRIST exalted to the Kingdom.

D'Raised to the throne by special grace;

AVID rejoiced in God his strength,

o But Christ the Son appears at length,

Fulfills the triumphs and the praise.

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

g Lord, thou hast raised his kingdom high,
And given 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.

e 5 [Thine hand shall find out all his foes,
And as the fiery oven glows,

With raging heat and living coals,

So shall thy wrath devour their souls.]

PSALM 22. C. M. FIRST PART. Canterbury.

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V. 1-16. The Sufferings and Death of Christ.

HY has my God my soul forsook,

WHY

Nor will a smile afford?

(Thus David once in anguish spoke, And thus our dying Lord.).

2 Though 'tis my chief delight to dwell
Among thy praising saints;

Yet thou canst hear a groan as well,
And pity our complaints.

3 Our fathers trusted in thy name,
And great deliverance found:
But I'm a worm despised of men,
And trodden to the ground.

4 Shaking the head, they pass me by,
And laugh my soul to scorn;

"In vain he trusts in God," they cry, Neglected and forlorn."

5 But thou art he who formed my flesh,
By thine almighty word;
And since I hung upon the breast,
My hope is in the Lord.

6 Why will my Father hide his face,
When foes stand threatening round,
In the dark hour of deep distress,
And not a helper found?

PAUSE.

7 Behold thy darling left among
The cruel and the proud;

As bulls of Bashan fierce and strong,
As lions roaring loud.

8 From earth and hell my sorrows meet,

To multiply the smart;

They nail my hands, they pierce my feet,
And try to vex my heart.

9 Yet if thy sovereign hand let loose
The rage of earth and hell;
Why will my heavenly Father bruise
The Son he loves so well?

10 My God, if possible it be,
Withhold this bitter cup:
But I resign my will to thee,
And drink the sorrows up.

11 My heart dissolves in pangs unknown;
In groans I waste my breath:
Thy heavy hand hath brought me down,
Low as the dust of death.

12 Father, I give my spirit up,
And trust it in thy hand;

My dying flesh shall rest in hope,

And rise at thy command.]

C. M. SECOND PART. Bedford. St. Ann's. [* V. 20, 21, 27-31. CHRIST's Sufferings and Kingdom TOW from the roaring lion's rage,

NOW

"O Lord, protect thy Son;

"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 chased away his fears.

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

4 A numerous offspring must arise,
From his expiring groans;
They shall be reckoned 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.

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

And nations yet unborn, profess
Salvation in his blood.

L. M. Carthage. [b]

CHRIST's Sufferings and Exaltation.
OW let our mournful songs record

When he complained in tears and blood,
As one forsaken of his God.

e 2 The Jews beheld him thus forlorn,
And shook their heads, and laughed in scorn;
d" He rescued 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 loved 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 power.

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;
• Raised 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.

1 1M Now shall my wants be well supplied;

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 wandering feet his ways mistake;
-But he restores my soul to peace,
o And leads me for his mercy's sake,
In the fair paths of righteousness.

p 4 Though I walk through the gloomy vale,
Where death and all its terrors are: