2 His goodness is my fort and tow'r, My strong deliv'rance and my shield; In him I trust, whose matchless pow'r Makes to my sway fierce nations yield. 3 Lord, what's in man, that thou should'st love

Of him such tender care to take? What in his offspring could thee move Such great account of him to make? 4 The life of man does quickly fade,

His thoughts but empty are and vain; His days are like a flying shade,

Of whose short stay no signs remain. 5 In solemn state, O God, descend,

Whilst heav'n its lofty head inclines; The smoking hills asunder rend, Of thy approach the awful signs. 6 Discharge thy dreadful lightnings round,

And make my scatter'd foes retreat; Them with thy pointed arrows wound, And their destruction soon complete. 7,8 Do thou, O Lord, from heav'n engage Thy boundless pow'r my foes to quell, And snatch me from the stormy rage Of threat'ning waves that proudly swell.

Fight thou against my foreign foes,

Who utter speeches false and vain; Who, though in solemn leagues they close,

Their sworn engagement ne'er maintain.

9 So I to thee, O King of kings,

In new-made hymns my voice shall raise,

And instruments of various strings

Shall help me thus to sing thy praise. 10 God does to kings his aid afford,

To them his sure salvation sends; 'Tis he that from the murd'ring sword His servant David still defends. 11 Fight thou against my foreign foes,

Who utter speeches false and vain; Who, though in solemn leagues they close,

Their sworn engagement ne'er maintain.

12 Then our young sons like trees shall

grow,

Well planted in some fruitful place; Our daughters shall like pillars show, Design'd some royal court to grace. 13 Our garners, fill'd with various store,

Shall us and our's with plenty feed; Our sheep, increasing more and more, Shall thousands and ten thousands breed.

14 Strong shall our lab'ring oxen grow, Nor in their constant labour faint; Whilst we no war nor slav'ry know, And in our streets hear no complaint. 15 Thrice happy is that people's case,

Whose various blessings thus abound; Who God's true worship still embrace, And are with his protection crown'd.

PSALM CXLV.

own,

And thy great pow'r confess.

7 The praise, that to thy love belongs,
They shall with joy proclaim;
Thy truth of all their grateful songs
Shall be the constant theme.

8 The Lord is good; fresh acts of grace His pity still supplies;

His anger moves with slowest pace,
His willing mercy flies.

9 Thy love thro' earth extends its fame, To all thy works express'd:

10 These show thy praise, whilst thy great Name

Is by thy servants bless'd.

11 They, with the glorious prospect fir'd, Shall of thy kingdom speak;

12

And thy great pow'r, by all admir'd, Their lofty subject make.

God's glorious works of ancient date Shall thus to all be known;

And thus his kingdom's royal state
With publick splendour shown.

13 His steadfast throne, from changes free, Shall stand for ever fast;

His boundless sway no end shall see,
But time itself outlast.

The Second Part.

14, 15 The Lord does them support that fall,

16

And makes the prostrate rise;

For his kind aid all creatures call,
Who timely food supplies.

Whate'er their various wants require,
With open hand he gives;

And so fulfils the just desire

Of ev'ry thing that lives.

17, 18 How holy is the Lord, how just,
How righteous all his ways!

How nigh to him, who with firm trust
For his assistance prays!

19 He grants the full desires of those
Who him with fear adore;

And will their troubles soon compose,
When they his aid implore.

20 The Lord preserves all those with care Whom grateful love employs ;

But sinners, who his vengeance dare,
With furious rage destroys.

21 My time to come, in praises spent,
Shall still advance his fame,
And all mankind, with one consent,
For ever bless his Name.

PSALM CXLVI.

PRAISE the Lord, and thou, my soul,

For ever bless his Name;

2 His wondrous love, while life shall last, My constant praise shall claim.

3 On kings, the greatest sons of men,
Let none for aid rely;

They cannot save in dang'rous times,
Nor timely help apply.

4 Depriv'd of breath, to dust they turn, And there neglected lie,

And all their thoughts and vain designs
Together with them die.

5 Then happy he, who Jacob's God
For his protector takes;

Who still with well-plac'd hope the
Lord

His constant refuge makes.

6 The Lord, who made both heav'n and earth,

And all that they contain,

Will never quit his steadfast truth,
Nor make his promise vain.

7 The poor opprest from all their wrongs Are eas'd by his decree;

He gives the hungry needful food,
And sets the pris'ners free.

8 By him the blind receive their sight,
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,

Defends the widow, and the wiles
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.

0 PRAISE the Lord with hymns of

And celebrate his fame: [joy, For pleasant, good, and comely 'tis To praise his holy Name.

2 His holy city God will build,

Though levell'd with the ground;
Bring back his people, tho' dispers'd
Through all the nations round.

3, 4 He kindly heals the broken hearts,
And all their wounds doth close;
He tells the number of the stars,
Their sev'ral names he knows.

5,6 Great is the Lord, and great his pow'r, His wisdom has no bound;

The meek he raises, but throws down
The wicked to the ground.

7 To God, the Lord, a hymn of praise
With grateful voices sing;
To songs of triumph tune the harp,
And strike each warbling string.

8 He covers heav'n with clouds, and thence

Refreshing rain bestows;

Through him, on mountain tops, the

grass

With wondrous plenty grows.

9 He savage beasts, that loosely range,
With timely food supplies:
He feeds the raven's tender brood,
And stops their hungry cries.

10 He values not the warlike steed,
But does his strength disdain;
The nimble foot, that swiftly runs,
No prize from him can gain.

11 But he, to him that fears his Name, His tender love extends;

To him that on his boundless grace
With steadfast hope depends.

12, 13 Let Sion and Jerusalem

To God their praise address;
Who fenc'd their gates with massy bars,
And does their children bless.

14, 15 Through all their borders he gives peace,

With finest wheat they're fed;

He speaks the word, and what he wills
Is done as soon as said.

16 Large flakes of snow, like fleecy wool, Descend at his command;

And hoary frost, like ashes spread,
Is scatter'd o'er the land.

17 When, join'd to these, he does his hail In little morsels break;

Who can against his piercing cold
Secure defences make?

18 He sends his word, which melts the ice; He makes his wind to blow;

And soon the streams, congeal'd before,

In plenteous currents flow.

19 By him his statutes and decrees
To Jacob's sons were shown;
And still to Israel's chosen seed
His righteous laws are known.
20 No other nation this can boast,
Nor did he e'er afford

To heathen lands his oracles,
And knowledge of his word.

Hallelujah.

PSALM CXLVIII.

YExalt your Maker's fame,

E boundless realms of joy,

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 glitt'ring stars of light,

To him your homage pay;

His praise declare,

Ye heav'ns above,
And clouds that move
In liquid air.

5,6 Let them adore the Lord,
And praise his holy Name,
By whose almighty word
They all from nothing came;
And all shall last

From changes free;
His firm decree
Stands ever fast.

7, 8 Let earth her tribute pay;
Praise him, ye dreadful whales,
And fish, that through the sea
Glide swift with glitt'ring scales;
Fire, hail, and snow,
And misty air,

And winds that, where
He bids them, blow.

9, 10 By hills and mountains, (all
In grateful concert join'd,)
By cedars stately tall,
And trees for fruit design'd;
By ev'ry beast,

And creeping thing,
And fowl of wing,
His Name be blest.

11, 12 Let all of royal birth,

With those of humbler frame,
And judges of the earth,
His matchless praise proclaim.
In this design

Let youths with maids,
And hoary heads
With children join.
13 United zeal be shown

His wondrous fame to raise,
Whose glorious Name alone
Deserves our endless praise.
Earth's utmost ends

His pow'r obey;
His glorious sway
The sky transcends.

14 His chosen saints to grace,
He sets them up on high,
And favours Israel's race,
Who still to him are nigh.
O therefore raise

Your grateful voice,
And still rejoice
The Lord to praise!
PSALM CXLIX.
PRAISE ye the Lord,
Prepare your glad voice,
His praise in the great
Assembly to sing:
In our great Creator
Let Israel rejoice;
And children of Sion

Be glad in their King.

3,4 Let them his great Name
Extol in the dance;
With timbrel and harp
His praises express:

Who always takes pleasure

His saints to advance, And with his salvation The humble to bless. 5,6 With glory adorn'd, His people shall sing To God, who their beds With safety does shield; Their mouths fill'd with praises Of him their great King; Whilst a two-edged sword Their right hand shall wield. 7,8 Just vengeance to take For injuries past; To punish those lands For ruin design'd; With chains, as their captives, To tie their kings fast, With fetters of iron

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,

From whence his goodness largely flows;

Praise him in heav'n, where he his face
Unveil'd in perfect glory shows.

2 Praise him for all the mighty acts
Which he in our behalf has done;
His kindness this return exacts,
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, And gentle psalt'ry's silver sound. 4 Let virgin troops soft timbrels bring, And some with graceful motion dance;

Let instruments of various strings,
With organs join'd, his praise ad-

vance.

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. 6 Let all that vital breath enjoy,

The breath he does to them afford, In just returns of praise employ: Let ev'ry creature praise the Lord.

Common Measure.

The God whom we adore,

10 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

Be glory; as it was, is now,
And shall be evermore.

As the 25th Psalm.

To God the Father, Son,
And Spirit, glory be;

As 'twas, and is, and shall be so
To all eternity.

As the 100th Psalm.

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God whom earth and heav'n adore,

Be glory; as it was of old,

Is now, and shall be evermore.

As Psalm 37, and 113.

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, The God whom heav'n's triumphant host

And suff'ring saints on earth adore, Be glory; as in ages past,

As now it is, and so shall last,

When time itself must be no more.

As the 148th Psalm.

To God the Father, Son, And Spirit, ever blest,

Eternal Three in One,
All worship be addrest;
As heretofore

It was, is now,
And shall be so
For evermore.

As the 149th Psalm.

By angels in heav'n
Of ev'ry degree,
And saints upon earth,
All praise be addrest
To God in Three Persons,
One God ever blest;
As it has been, now is,
And always shall be.

10 God, our benefactor, bring
The tribute of your praise;

Too small for an Almighty King,
But all that we can raise.

Glory to Thee, bless'd Three in One,
The God whom we adore;

As was, and is, and shall be done,
When time shall be no more.

PRAISE God, from whom all bless

flow;

Praise him, all creatures here below; Praise him above, angelick host, Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

VENI CREATOR.

First Metre.

COME, Holy Ghost; Creator, come,

And visit all the souls of thine: Thou hast inspir'd our hearts with life; Inspire them now with life divine. Thou art the Comforter, the gift

Of God most high; the fire of love, The everlasting spring of joy,

And holy unction from above. Thy gifts are manifold; thou writ'st God's laws in ev'ry faithful heart; The promise of the Father, thou Dost heav'nly eloquence impart.

Enlighten our dark souls, till they
Thy love, thy heav'nly love, embrace;
And (since we are by nature frail)
Assist us with thy saving grace.
Drive far from us the mortal foe,

And grant us to have peace within; That, with thy light and guidance blest, We may escape the snares of sin. Teach us the Father to confess,

And Son, who from the grave reviv'd; And, with the Father and the Son, Thee, Holy Ghost, from both deriv'd. With thee, O Father, therefore may The Son, who was from death restor❜d, And sacred Comforter, one God, To endless ages be ador'd!

Second Metre.

COME, Holy Ghost Creator, come,

Inspire the souls of thine;
Till every heart which thou hast made
Is fill'd with grace divine.

Thou art the Comforter, the gift

Of God, and fire of love;
The everlasting spring of joy,
And unction from above.
Thy gifts are manifold, thou writ'st
God's laws in each true heart;
The promise of the Father, thou
Dost heav'nly speech impart.
Enlighten our dark souls, till they

Thy sacred love embrace;
Assist our minds, by nature frail,
With thy celestial grace.
Drive far from us the mortal foe,

And give us peace within;
That, by thy guidance bless'd, we may
Escape the snares of sin.

Teach us the Father to confess,

And Son, from death reviv'd; And, with them both, thee, Holy Ghost,

Who art from both deriv'd.

With thee, O Father, therefore may
The Son, from death restor'd,
And sacred Comforter, one God,
Devoutly be ador'd:

As in all ages heretofore

Has constantly been done,

As now it is, and shall be so
When time his course has run.

TE DEUM LAUDAMUS.
The First Part.

GOD, we praise thee, and confess
That thou the only Lord

And everlasting Father art,
By all the earth ador'd.

To thee all Angels cry aloud;

To thee the Powers on high, Both Cherubim and Seraphim, Continually do cry,

O holy, holy, holy Lord,

Whom heav'nly hosts obey;
The world is with the glory fill'd
Of thy majestick ray.
Th' Apostles' glorious company,

And Prophets crown'd with light,
With all the Martyrs' noble host,

Thy constant praise recite.

The holy Church throughout the world,
O Lord, confesses thee;
That thou eternal Father art,

Of boundless majesty.

Thy honour'd, true, and only Son,
And Holy Ghost the spring
Of never-ceasing joy: O'Christ,
Of glory thou art King.

The Father's everlasting Son,
Thou from on high didst come

To save mankind, and didst not then
Disdain the Virgin's womb.

And, having overcome the sting
Of death, thou open'dst wide
The gates of heav'n to all, who firm
In thy belief abide.

The Second Part.

Crown'd with the Father's glory, thou
At God's right hand dost sit;

Whence thou shalt come to be our Judge,
To sentence or acquit.

O therefore save thy servants, Lord,
Whose souls so dearly cost;
Nor let the purchase of thy blood,
Thy precious blood, be lost.
We magnify thee day by day,
And ever worship thee:
Vouchsafe to keep us, Lord, this day
From sin and danger free.

Have mercy, mercy on us, Lord,
To us thy grace extend;
According as for mercy we
On thee alone depend!

In thee I have repos'd my trust,
And ever shall do so;

Preserve me then from ruin here,

And from eternal woe.

BENEDICTUS;

Or, The SONG of Zacharias, Luke i. 68.

NOW bless'd be Israel's Lord and God,
Whose mercy at our need
Has visited his people's grief,
And them from bondage freed;
And rais'd in faithful David's house
Salvation, which of old,

E'er since the world itself began,
His prophets had foretold.

To save us from our spiteful foes,
And keep his oath in mind,

Which he to Abr'am heretofore,
And to our fathers sign'd;

That we, from fear and danger freed,
His temple may frequent;

And all our days, as in his sight,
In holy life be spent.

And thou, O child, shalt then be call'd
God's prophet, to declare

His message, and before his face

His passage to prepare:

To give them light, who now in shades
Of night and death abide;
And in the way that leads to peace
Our footsteps safely guide.

MAGNIFICAT;

Or, The SONG of the Blessed Virgin,
Luke i. 46.

MY soul and spirit, fill'd with joy,
My God and Saviour praise,
Whose goodness did from poor estate
His humble handmaid raise.

Me bless'd of God, the God of pow'r,
All ages shall confess;

Whose Name is holy, and whose love
His saints shall ever bless.