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 drew it plain; 'But you would choose the crooked road; 'And down it leads to endless pain.']

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PSALM 2. S. M. Dover. Sutton. [*]
Christ dying, rising, interceding, and reigning.
AKER, and Sovereign Lord,
Of heaven, and earth, and sea:
Thy providence confirms thy word,
And answers thy decrees.

2 The things, so long foretold
By David, are fulfill'd;

p When Jews and Gentiles rose to slay Jesus, thy holy child.

-[3 Why did the Gentiles rage,
And Jews, with one accord,

Bend all their counsels, to destroy
Th' ancinted of the Lord?

4

Rulers and kings agree,

To form a vain design;

Against the Lord their powers unite,
Against his Christ they join.

d 5 The Lord derides their rage,
And will support his throne:

He who hath rais'd him from the dead
Hath own'd him for his Son.]

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PAUSE

Now he's ascended high,
And asks to rule the earth;

The merit of his blood he pleads,
And pleads his heav'nly birth.

-7 -7

g

He asks, and God bestows
A large inheritance ;-

Far as the world's remotest ends,
His kingdom shall advance.
The nations that rebel,

e 8

Must feel his iron red;

o He'll vindicate those honours well, Which he received from God.

e 9 [Be wise, ye rulers, now,
And worship at his throne;

With trembling joy, ye people, bow
To God's exalted Son.

d 10 If once his wrath arise,
Ye perish on the place;

o Then blessed is the soul that flies For refuge to his grace.]

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C. M. Bedford. St. Ann's. [*]

Christ exalted and his Enemies warned.

W

HY did the nations join to slay The Lord's anointed Son? Why did they cast his laws away, And tread his gospel down?

-2 The Lord, who sits above the skies, Derides their rage below;

He speaks with vengeance in his eyes,
And strikes their spirits through.

d 3 "I call him my eternal Son,
And raise him from the dead;
I make my holy hill his throne,
And wide his kingdom spread."
[4 Ask me, my Son, and then enjoy
"The utmost heathen lands:
"Thy rod of iron shall destroy
"The rebel who withstands.']

e 5 Be wise, ye rulers of the earth,
Obey the anointed Lord;

Adore the King of heav'nly birth,
And tremble at his word.

06 With humble love address his throne; For if he frown, ye die;

-Those are secure, and those alone,
Who on his grace rely.

L. M. Bath. [*]

Christ's Death, Resurrection, and Ascension.

WHY did the Jews proclaim their rage?
The Romans, why their swords employ,

Against the Lord their powers engage,
His dear Anointed to destroy?

d 2 Come, let us break his bands,' say they,
"This man shall never give us laws:'
-And thus they cast his yoke away,
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 Lord declares his heav'nly birth; d 'This day have I begot my Son.

6 Ascend my Son, to my right hand, "There thou shalt ask, and I'll bestow, 'The utmost bounds of Heathen lands; 'To thee the northern isles shall bow.') e 7 But nations that resist his grace, Will fall beneath his iron stroke; His rod will crush his foes with ease, As potters' earthen ware is broke.

PAUSE.

-8 Now, ye who sit on earthly thrones,
Be wise, and serve the Lord, the Lamb;
Now to his feet submit your crowns;
Rejoice and tremble at his name.

e 9 With humble love address the Son,
Lest he grow angry, and ye die;

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

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MY

Satan.

Y 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,
There's no relief in heaven;
And all my swelling sins appear
Too big to be forgiv'n. -

-3 But thou, my glory and my strength,
Wilt on the tempter tread;
Wilt silence all my threat'ning guilt,
And raise my drooping head.

e 4 [I cry'd, and from his holy hill
He bow'd a list'ning ear;

I call'd my Father and my God;
And he subdu'd my fear.

5 He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes,
In spite of all my foes;

I 'woke and wonder'd at the grace,
That guarded my repose.]

g 6 What though the host of death and hell,
All arm'd, against me stood;
Terrours no more shall shake my soul;
My refuge is my God.

o 7 Arise, O Lord, fulfil thy grace,
While I thy glory sing;

My God has broke the serpent's teeth,
And death has lost his sting.

0 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs;
His arm alone can save:
Blessings attend thy people here,
And reach beyond the grave.

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L. M. Worship. Armley. [b]

Ver. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 8.—A Morning Psalm.

LORD, how many are my foes,

In this weak state of flesh and blood!

My peace they daily discompose,
But my defence and hope is God.

e 2 Tir'd with the burdens of the day,
To thee I rais'd an ev'ning cry:
Thou heard'st when I began to pray,
And thine almighty help was nigh.
-3 Supported by thy heav'nly aid,
I laid me down, and slept secure;
Not death should make my heart afraid,
Though I should wake and rise no more.
o 4 But God sustain'd me all the night:
Salvation doth to God belong:

He rais'd my head to see the light, And make his praise my morning song. PSALM 4. L. M. Green's. Islington. [b] Ver. 1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7.-God our Portion, and Christ our Hope. GOD of grace and righteousness, Hear and attend, when I complain; Thou hast enlarg'd me in distress, Bow down a gracious ear again. 2 Ye sons of men, in vain ye try, To turn my glory into shame; e How long will scoffers love to lie,

And dare reproach my Saviour's name? d 3 Know that the Lord divides his saints From all the tribes of men beside:

e He hears the cry of penitents,

For the dear sake of Christ who dy'd. -4 When our obedient hands have done A thousand works of righteousness, o We put our trust in God alone,

And glory in his pard'ning grace. -5 Let the unthinking many say,

e "Who will bestow some earthly good?"
-But, Lord, thy light and love we pray;
Our souls desire this heavenly food.
s 6 Then will my cheerful powers rejoice,
At grace and favours so divine;

Nor will I change my happy choice,
For all their corn, and all their wine.

C. M. Barby. York. [*]

Ver. 3, 4, 5, 8.—An Evening Psalm.
ORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray;
I am for ever thine;