S. M. Watchman. [*] The Saint happy, the Sinner miserable. 1 [T Who shuns the sinners' ways; 3 He like a tree shall thrive, 4 Not so th' ungodly race; They no such blessings find: 5 How will they bear to stand Where all he saints, at Christ's right hand, 6 He knows, and he approves, The way the righteous go: But sinners and their works will meet A dreadful overthrow.] L. M. Quercy. Bath. [*] The Difference between the Righteous and the Wicked. HA 1 APPY the man whose cautious feet, 2 He loves t' employ his morning light b And heav'n will shine with kindest beams, On every work his hands begin. e 4 But sinners find their counsels cross'd: As chaff before the tempest flies, So shall their hopes be blown and lostg When the last trumpet shakes the skies -[5 In vain the rebel seeks to stand, In judgment with the pious race; e The dreadful Judge, with stern command, Divides him to a diff'rent place. d 6 'Straight is the way my saints have trod, 'I bless'd the path and draw it plain; .But you would choose the crooked road; 'And down it leads to endless pain.'] PSALM 2. S. M. Dover. Sutton. [*] Christ dying, rising, interceding, and reigning MAKER, and Sovereign Lord, 1 Of heaven, and earth, and seas, 2 The things, so long foretold p When Jews and Gentiles rose to slay Jesus, thy holy child. -3 [Why did the Gentiles rage, Bend all their counsels, to destroy 4 Rulers and kings agree, To form a vain design; Against the Lord their powers unite, d 5 The Lord derides their rage, He who hath rais'd him from the dead 0 6 PAUSE. Now he's ascended high, The merit of his blood he pleads. -7 He asks, and God bestows g Far as the world's remotest ends, e 8 The nations that rebel, Must feel his iron rod; o He'll vindicate those honours well, e G [Be wise, ye rulers, now, d 10 If once his wrath arise, o Then blessed is the soul that flies For refuge to his grace.] C. M. Bedford. St. Ann's. [*] Christ exalted and his Enemies warned. F1 WHY did the nations join to slay The Lord's anointed Son? Why did they cast his laws away, -2 The Lord, who sits above the skies, He speaks with vengeance in his eyes, d 3 "I call him my eternal Son, And raise him from the dead; Thy rod of iron shall destroy 5 Be wise, ye rulers of the earth, Adore the King of heav'nly birth, And tremble at his word. 26 With humble love address his throne For if he frown, ye die; Those are secure, and those alone, ; L. M. Bath. [*] Christ's Death, Resurrection, and Ascension. 1 [WHY did the Jews proclaim their rage? d 2 Come, let us break his bands,' say they And nail'd the Monarch to the cross. g 3 But God, who high in glory reigns, Laughs at their pride, their rage controls; He'll vex their hearts with inward pains, And speak in thunder to their souls. d 4 'I will maintain the King I made 'On Zion's everlasting hill; 'My hand shall bring him from the dead, 'And he shall stand your Sovereign still" o 5 (His wondrous rising from the earth Makes his eternal Godhead known, o The Loid declares his heav'nly birth; dThis day have I begot my Son. 6 Ascend my Son, to my right hand, -8 Now, ye who sit on earthly thrones, e 9 With humble love address the Son, e His wrath will burn to worlds unknown, If ye provoke his jealousy. g 10 His storms will drive you quick to hell He is a God, and ye but dust: o Happy the souls who know him well, And make his grace their only trust.] PSALM 3. C. M. Canterbury. Barby. [*] Doubts and Fears suppressed; or God our Defence from Sin and Satan. P1 MY God, how many are my fears! How fast my foes increase! -Conspiring my eternal death, They break my present peace. e 2 The lying tempter would persuade, -3 But thou, my glory and my strength, e 4 [I cry'd, and from his holy hill I call'd my Father and my God; 5 He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes, I 'woke and wonder'd at the grace, That guarded my repose.]. g 6 What though the host of death and hell, Terrours no more shall shake my o 7 Arise, O Lord, fulfil thy grace, soul ; My God has broke the serpent's teeth, • 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs; Blessings attend thy people here, L. M. Worship. Armley. [b] My peace they daily discompose, blood! |