13 His steadfast throne, from changes 8 By him the blind receive their sight, free, Sha!! stand for ever fast; His boundless sway no end shall see, But time itself outlast. PART II. The weak and fall'n he rears; With kind regard and tender love He for the righteous cares. 9 The strangers he preserves from harm, The orphan kindly treats; 14, 15 The Lord does them support that Defends the widow, and the wiles fall, And makes the prostrate rise; For his kind aid all creatures call, 16 Whate'er their various wants require, With open hand he gives; 17, 18 How holy is the Lord, how just, 19 He grants the full desires of those And will their troubles soon compose, 20 The Lord preserves all those with Of wicked men defeats. 10 The God that does in Sion dwell Is our eternal King: From age to age his reign endures: Let all his praises sing. PSALM CXLVII. Praise the Lord with hymns of joy, 2 His holy city Ged will build, 3, 4 He kindly heals the broken hearts, Their several names he knows. 5,6 Great is the Lord, and great his power, His wisdom has no bound, The meek he raises, and throws down The wicked to the ground. 7 To God, the Lord, a hymn of prais. With grateful voices sing; To songs of triumph tune the harp, And strike each warbling string. 8 He covers heaven with clouds, and thence Refreshing rain bestows; Through him, on mountain tops, the grass With wondrous plenty grows. 9 le savage beasts, that loosely range, With timely food supplies; He feeds the raven's tender brood, To him that on his boundless grace 12, 13 Let Sion and Jerusalem 14, 15 Through all their borders he gives 16 Large fakes of snow, like fleecy wool, 17 When, join'd to these, he does his hail In little morsels break, Who can against his piercing cold 11, 12 Let all of royal birth, With children join. 18 He sends his word, which inelts the 13 United zeal be shown, ice; He makes his wind to blow; His righteous laws are known." PSALM CXLVIII. YE boundless realms of joy, Exalt your Maker's fame; His praise your song employ Above the starry frame: Your voices raise, Ye Cherubim, And Seraphim, To sing his praise. 3, 4 Thou moon, that rul'st the night, And sun, that guid'st the day, Ye glittering stars of light, To him your homage pay: Ye heavens above, 5,6 Let them adore the Lord, Stands ever fast. His wondrous fame to raise, The sky transcends. PSALM CXLIX. Praise ye the Lord, The humble to bless. 5,6 With glory adorn'd, His people shall sing To punish those lands Their nobles to bind. 9 Thus shall they make good, When them they destroy, The dreadful decree Which God does proclaim. Such honour and triumph His saints shall enjoy: O therefore for ever Exalt his great name. PSALM CL. Praise the Lord in that blest place, Praise him in heaven, where he his face, With which our praise should equal run. 3 Let the shrill trumpet's warlike voice Make rocks and hills his praise rebound: Praise him with harp's melodious noise, With organs join'd, his praise advance. 5 Let them who joyful hymns compose, To cymbals set their songs of praise; Cymbals of common use, and those That loudly sound on solemn days. GLORIA PATRI Common Measure. Be glory, as it was, is now, As Psalm XXV. To God the Father, Son, As Psalm C. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, Is now, and shall be evermore. As Psalm XXXVII. To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God whom heaven's triumphant bost, And suffering saints on earth adore, As now it is, and so shall last Be glory, as in ages past, When time itself shall be no more. As Psalm CXLVIII. For evermore. As Psalm CXLIX HYMNS. HYMN I. The Song of the Angels. For the Nati 6 Till we attain those blissful realms Where now our Saviour reigns; vity of our bless. d Lord and Saviour. To rival these celestial choirs Luke, ii. vers. 8-15. W HILE shepherds watch'd their flocks by night, Al. seated on the ground, The angel of the Lord came down, 2ear not, said he, for mighty dread 3 To you, in David's town, this day The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord; And this shall be the sign: 4 The Heavenly Babe you there shall find, To human view display'd, All meanly wrapp'd in swathing bands, 5 Thus spake the Seraph, and forthwith 6 All glory be to God on high, to men, Begin, and never cease.' In their immortal strains! HYMN III. FOR GOOD-FRIDAY. On the Sufferings of our blessed Lord and Saviour. FRO ROM whence these direful omens round, Which heaven and earth amaze? Wherefore do earthquakes cleave the ground? Why hides the sun his rays? 2 Well may the earth astonish'd shake, And nature sympathize! The sun as darkest night be black! 3 Behold fast streaming from the tree His all-atoning blood! Is this the Infinite? 'tis he, My Saviour and my God! 4 For me these pangs his soul assail, 5 Let sin no more my soul enslave, O save me, whom thou cam'st to save, Nor bleed, nor die in vain! HYMN IV. FOR EASTER-DAY. On the Resurrection. WHILE Angels thus, O Lord, rejoice, SINCE Christ our Passover is slain, W Shall men re anthem raise? O may we lose these useless tongues, When we forget to praise! 2 Then let us swell responsive notes, And join the heavenly throng; For angels,no such love have known As we, to wake their song. 5 Good-will to sinful dust is shown, And peace on earth is given; For lo th' incarnate Saviour comes With news of joy from heaven! 4 Mercy and truth, with sweet accord, His rising beams adorn; Let heaven and earth in concert sing, The promised Child is born! 5 Glory to God in highest strains, 1 A sacrifice for all, Let all, with thankful hearts, agree 2 Not with the leaven, as of old, And truth's unleaven'd bread. 3 Christ being raised by power Divine, And rescued from the grave, Shall die no more; death shall on him No more dominion have. 4 For that he died, was for our sins But that he lives, he lives to God So count yourselves as dead to sin, And made, henceforth, alive to God, HYMN V. HYMN VIII. For the same. For the same. 'E's come! let every knee be bent, HRIST from the dead is raised, and Hl hearts new joy resume; The First Fruits of the tomb; For, as by man came death, by man 2 For, as in Adam all mankind 3 If then ye risen are with Christ, Christ At God's right hand is set. HYMN VI. FOR WHITSUNDAY. COME, Holy Ghost! Creator, come, 2 Thou art the Comforter, the gift 3 Thy gifts are manifold, thou writ'st Dost heavenly speech impart. 5 Drive far from us the mortal foe, 6 Teach us the Father to confess, HYMN VII. For the same. With all thy quickening powers; Kindle a flame of sacred love In these cold hearts of ours. 3 In vain we tune our lifeless songs, 4 Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove, Sing, ye redeem'd, with one consent, 2 What greater gift, what greater love, 3 Hail, blessed Spirit! may each soul Thy sacred influence feel; Do thou each sinful thought control, HYMN IX. FOR THE HOLY COMMUNION. From the Revelation of St. John. THOU, God, all glory, honour, power, Art worthy to receive; Since all things by thy power were made, And by thy bounty live. 2t And worthy is the Lamb all power, Honour, and wealth to gain, Glory and strength; who for our sins 3 All worthy thou, who hast redeem'd, For the same. MY God, and is thy table spread? And does thy cup with love o'er flow? Thither be all thy children led, And let them thy sweet mercies know! 2 Hail, sacred Feast, which Jesus makes! Rich banquet of his flesh and blood' Thrice happy he who here partakes That sacred stream, that heavenly food! S Why are its dainties all in vain Before unwilling hearts display'd' Was not for you the victim slain? Are you forbid the children's bread? 14 0 let thy table honour'd be, And furnish'd well with joyful guests! And may each soul salvation see, That here its holy pledges tastes! |