From north to south the princes meet
To pay their homage at his feet.
g 3 There Persia, glorious to behold;
There India shines in Eastern gold;
And barbarous nations, at his word,
Submit, and bow, and own their Lord.)
-4 For him shall endless prayer be made,
And praises throng to crown his head;
His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise
With every morning sacrifice.

b 5 People and realms, of every tongue,
Dwell on his love, with sweetest song;
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on his name.

o 6 Blessings abound where'er he reigns;
The prisoner leaps to lose his chains;
The weary find eternal rest,

And all the sons of want are blest.

-7 (Where he displays his healing power,
Death and the curse are known no more;
In him the tribes of Adam boast
More blessings than their father lost.
g 8 Let every creature rise—and bring
Peculiar honours to their King:
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the long AMEN.)

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PSALM 73. C. M. FIRST PART. [*]

Afflicted Saints, and prosperous Sinners.

NOW

TOW I'm convinced the Lord is kind
To men of hearts sincere;

Yet once my foolish thoughts repined,
And bordered on despair.

2 I grieved to see the wicked thrive,
And spoke with angry breath:
"How pleasant and profane they live!
"How peaceful is their death!

3" With well-fed flesh and haughty eyes,
"They lay their fears to sleep:
"Against the heavens their slanders rise,
While saints in silence weep.

4 "In vain I lift my hands to pray,
"And cleanse my heart in vain,

"For I am chastened all the day;

"The night renews my pain.'

5 Yet while my tongue indulged complaints,
I felt my heart reprove;
"Sure I shall thus offend thy saints,

"And grieve the men I love."

6 But still I found my doubts too hard,
The conflict too severe;

Till I retired to search thy word,
And learn thy secrets there.

7 There, as in some prophetic glass,
I saw the sinner's feet,

High mounted on a slippery place,
Beside a fiery pit.

8 I heard the wretch profanely boast,
Till at thy frown he fell;
His honours in a dream are lost,
And he awakes in hell.

9 Lord, what an envious fool I was!
How like a thoughtless beast!
Thus to suspect thy promised grace,
And think the wicked blest.

10 Yet I was kept from full despair,
Upheld by power unknown:
That blessed hand that broke the snare,
Shall guide me to thy throne.]

C. M. SECOND PART. St. Ann's. Reading. [*]
Ver. 23-28. God our Portion, here and hereafter.

1

GOD, my Supporter, and my Hope,

My Help forever near;

Thine arm of mercy held me up,

When sinking in despair.

2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet,
Through this dark wilderness;

Thine hand conduct me near thy seat,
To dwell before thy face.

e 3 Were I in heaven without my God,
Twould be no joy to me;

And whilst this earth is my abode,
I long for none but thee.

e 4 What if the springs of life were broke,
And flesh and heart should faint?

o God is my soul's eternal Rock,
The strength of every saint.
p 5 Behold, the sinners who remove
Far from thy presence-die;
Not all the idol gods they love,
Can save them when they cry.
-6 But to draw near to thee, my God,
Shall be my sweet employ;

o My tongue shall sound thy works abroad,
And tell the world my joy.

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L. M. Geneva. Babylon. [b]

Ver. 22, 3, 6, 17-20. The Prosperity of Sinners cursed.

1LORD, what a thoughtless wretch was I,

To mourn, and murmur, and repine,

To see the wicked, placed on high,

In pride, and robes of honour, shine!

2 But, oh, their end-their dreadful end!
Thy sanctuary taught me so:

On slippery rocks I see them stand,
And fiery billows roll below.

d 3 Now let them boast how tall they rise,
-I'll never envy them again;

d There they may stand with haughty eyes,
a Till they plunge deep in endless pain.
e 4 Their fancied joys, how fast they flee!
Just like a dream, when man awakes:
Their songs of softest harmony
Are but a preface to their plagues.
-5 Now I esteem their mirth and wi
Too dear to purchase with my blood;
o Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine,
My life, my portion, and my God.

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S. M. Aylesbury. [b]

The Mystery of Providence unfolded.
URE there's a righteous God,
Nor is religion vain;

SUR

Though men of vice may boast aloud,
And men of grace complain.

2 I saw the wicked rise,

And felt my heart repine;

While haughty fools, with scornful eyes
In robes of honour shine

3 [Pampered with wanton ease,
Their flesh looks full and fair;
Their wealth rolls in, like flowing seas,
And grows without their care.
4 Free from the plagues and pains
That pious souls endure,
Through all their life oppression reigns,
And racks the humble poor.

5 Their impious tongues blaspheme
The everlasting God;

Their malice blasts the good man's name,
And spreads their lies abroad.

6 But I, with flowing tears,
Indulged my doubts to rise;

"Is there a God that sees, or hears,
"The things below the skies?"]
7 The tumults of my thought
Held me in hard suspense;

Till to thy house my feet were brought,
To learn thy justice thence.

8 Thy word, with light and power,
Did my mistakes amend;

I viewed the sinners' lives before,
But here I learned their end.

9 On what a slippery steep,

The thoughtless wretches go! a And, oh, that dreadful, fiery deep, That waits their fall below!

e 10 Lord, at thy feet I bow,

My thoughts no more repine; -I call my God my portion now; And all my powers are thine.

PSALM 74. C. M. Wantage. [*]
The Church, in Affliction, pleading with God.

ILL God forever cast us off?

His wrath forever smoke

Against the people of his love,

His little chosen flock?

e 2 Think of the tribes, so dearly bought With their Redeemer's blood;

Nor let thy Zion be forgot,

Where once thy glory stood.

o 3 Lift up thy feet, and march in haste; Aloud our ruin calls;

e See what a wide, and fearful waste Is made within thy walls.

4 [Where once thy churches prayed and sang Thy foes profanely roar :

Over thy gates their ensigns hang,
Sad tokens of their power.

5 How are the seats of worship broke!
They tear thy buildings down;
And he who deals the heaviest stroke,
Procures the chief renown.

6 With flames, they threaten to destroy
Thy children in their nest;
"Come, let us burn at once," they cry,
"The temple and the priest."

7 And still, to heighten our distress,
Thy presence is withdrawn;

Thy wonted signs of power and grace,
Thy power and grace are gone.

8 No prophet speaks to calm our woes,
But all the seers mourn;

There's not a soul amongst us knows
The time of thy return.]

PAUSE.

p 9 How long, eternal God, how long
Shall men of pride blaspheme?
Shall saints be made their endless song,
And bear immortal shame ?

10 [Canst thou forever sit and hear
Thy holy name profaned?

And still thy jealousy forbear,

And still withhold thy hand?]

e 11 What strange deliverance hast thou shown, In ages long before!

-And now, no other God we own,

No other God adore.

12 [Thou didst divide the raging sea,

By thy resistless might,

To make thy tribes a wondrous way,
And then secure their flight.