While all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.
What! though in solemn silence all
Move round this dark terrestrial ball:
What! though nor real voice, nor sound,
Amid their radiant orbs be found:
In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice;
For ever singing as they shine,
"The hand that made us is divine."
LORD, who can all his errors learn, Or his first wandering thoughts discern, Can search through every sin's disguise, Or trace the mazes where it lies? Its power destroy, its snare release, And cleanse my soul, Thou Fount of grace! 2 From each presumptuous way restrain, Nor on my heart let guilt remain : Why should my soul, absurdly bold, With sin deceitful dalliance hold? Then shall my spirit stand sincere, From guilt's allow'd dominion clear. 3 Lord, let my words and thoughts arise To meet th' approval of thine eyes; Jesus, my rock, my strength, bestow The grace whence holy actions flow; While all my hopes, and humble claim Rest, Great Redeemer, on thy Name.
PSALM XX.
Prayer for the King.
1 MESSIAH reigns on Zion's hill,
The Lord accepts his prayer;
He rules the nations at his will,
His Church is still his care.
2 To thy salvation Lord, for aid
We cheerfully repair;
With banners in thy name display'd,
O King, Messiah hear!
3 Our hopes are fix'd, that thou, O Lord,
Our Sovereign wilt defend;
From heaven resistless aid afford,
And to his prayer attend.
4 Some trust in steeds for war design'd,
On chariots some rely;
Against them all we call to mind
Thy power, O God Most High.
5 Still save us Lord, and still proceed
Our rightful cause to bless;
Hear King of heaven, in time of need
The prayers that we address.
1 BEHOLD the King of Zion rise
To endless glory in the skies;
Thy strength and thy salvation Lord,
His joy, his triumph, his reward!
2 The Lord his heart's desire completes,
From heaven his prayer acceptance meets;
Though bowed to death, intent to save,
He lifts him from the cross and grave!
3 He asks-th' eternal Lord bestows-
Life from th' unchanging Fountain flows;
O'er death the victory he gives,
Jesus the Lord for ever lives!
4 Hail, Fount of blessings! placed in Thee
Our life, our strength, our all we see ;
While in thy God thy joys endure,
In Thee our blessings rest secure.
5 Behold the desolated race
Swept from the earth which spurn'd thy grace;
Against thy throne their threats conspire,
But impotent the bold desire.
6 Arise, exalted Saviour rise,
In thine own strength ascend the skies!
So shall our songs thy power proclaim,
And spread the honour of thy name.
cence here refers to some particular charge; not general innocence, unless applied to Christ.
MY God, my God, why leav'st thou me,
When I with anguish faint?
O why so far from me removed,
And from my loud complaint?
2 All day, but all the day unheard,
To thee do I complain;
With cries implore relief all night,
But cry all night in vain.
3 Yet thou art still the righteous judge
Of innocence oppress'd;
And therefore Israel's praises are
Of right to thee address'd.
4 On thee our ancestors relied,
And thy deliverance found;
With pious confidence they pray'd,
And with success were crown'd.
5 Withdraw not then so far from me
When trouble is so nigh;
O send me help! thy help on which
Alone I can rely.
6 Then to my brethren I'll declare
The triumphs of thy name;
In presence of assembled saints
Thy glory will proclaim.
7 And in thy sacred courts will I
My cheerful thanks express;
In presence of thy saints perform
The vows of my distress.
1 BLEST Saviour! by thy Spirit taught,
Thy grace in sweet remembrance brought;
Earth's utmost coasts shall hear and flee
In holy ecstasy to thee.
2 Soon shall they worship at thy throne, Thine is the kingdom, thine alone, Thou Lord of all! by grant divine The world's high sov'reignty is thine. 3 Earth's mightiest sons thy name shall bless, Her sceptred kings thy right confess : Thy voice alone from dust can raise, My soul shall live to speak thy praise. 4 Thus while thy Spirit life supplies, Through earth a num'rous seed shall rise, Their willing tribute to afford,
Known as the servants of the Lord.
5 From age to age their joyful tongues
Shall praise thy righteousness in songs,
Transmit to distant times thy name,
Till earth's last sons thy work proclaim.
1 MY Shepherd will supply my need,
Jehovah is his name:
In pastures fresh he makes me feed
Beside the living stream.
2 He brings my wand'ring spirit back
When I forsake his ways;
And leads me for his mercy's sake
In paths of truth and grace.
3 When I walk through the shades of death, Thy presence is my stay;
A word of thy supporting breath
Drives all my fears away.
4 Thy hand in sight of all my foes
Ďoth still my table spread;
My cup with blessings overflows,
Thine oil anoints my head.
5 The sure provisions of my God
Attend me all my days:
O may thy house be my abode,
And all my work be praise.
THE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd's care;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye :
My noonday walks he shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.
When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary wand'ring steps he leads,
Where peaceful rivers soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.
Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My stedfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me still;
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.
Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious lonely wilds I stray,
Thy bounty shall my pains beguile,
The barren wilderness shall smile
With sudden greens and herbage crown'd,
And streams shall murmur all around.
character of the redeemed, but not the meritorious cause of Redemption.
THE earth, thou Majesty Divine !
Its fields, its floods, its stores, are thine :
Thine is the world, and thine the race
Whose dwellings fill its ample space.
? Where the deep seas retiring fled,
Thy hands its arch'd foundations spread;
O'er liquid floods thy high command
Bade its firm base unshaken stand.
3 But who shall e'er ascend the hill,
Great God! which all thy glories fill?
Who in thy temple's hallow'd dome
Secure his everlasting home?
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