Let crowds approach, with hearts prepar'd,
With hearts inflam'd let all attend;
Nor, when we leave our Father's board,
The pleasure or the profit end.
Revive thy dying churches, Lord,
And bid our drooping graces live ;
And more, that energy afford,
A Saviour's blood alone can give.
FOR THE MORNING.
AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and early rise
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Redeem thy mispent moments past,
And live this day as if the last;
Thy talents to improve take care;
For the great day thyself prepare.
Let all thy converse be sincere,
Thy conscience as the noon-day clear;
For God's all-seeing eye surveys
Thy secret thoughts, thy works and ways.
Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart,
And with the angels bear thy part;
Who all night long unwearied sing
High glory to th' eternal King!
FOR THE EVENING.
LORY to thee, my God, this night, For all the blessings of the light; Keep me, O keep me, King of kings, Beneath thy own almighty wings! Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, The ill that I this day have done; That, with the world, myself, and thee, I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. Teach me to live, that I dread may The grave as little as my bed; Teach me to die, that so I may Rise glorious at the awful day. O let my soul on thee repose! And may sweet sleep mine eyelids close; Sleep, that shall me more vigʼrous make, To serve my God, when I awake. If in the night I sleepless lie,
My soul with heavenly thoughts supply;
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest,
No powers of darkness me molest.
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him above, angelick host,
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
DIRECTIONS ABOUT THE TUNES AND MEASURES.
LL Psalms of this Version in the Common Measure of Eights and Sixes, that is,
A where the first and third Lines of the single Stanza consist of eight syllables
each, the second and fourth Lines of six Syllables each, may be sung to any of the most usual Tunes, namely, York Tune, Windsor Tune, St. David's, Litchfield, Canterbury, Martyr's, St Mary's alias Hackney, St. Anne's Tune, &c.
As the Old 25th Psalm, may be sung the New 25, 31, 51, 67, 130, 142.
As the Old 113, the 37, 46, 50, 63, 76, 91, 110, 113, 120.
As the Old 148, the 136, 148.
As the Old 104, the 149.
The Psalms in this Version of four Lines in a single Stanza, and eight Syllables in each Line, (if Psalms of praise or cheerfulness) may properly be sung as the Old 100th Psalm, or to the Tune of the Old 125th Psalm, Second Metre.
The Penitential or Mournful Psalms, in the same Measure, may be sung as the Old 51st Psalm.
How blest is he who ne'er consents
How many, Lord, of late are grown
How long wilt thou forget me, Lord
He's bless'd whose sins have pardon
Happy the man whose tender care
Have mercy, Lord, on me
Hear, O my people; to my law
Hold not thy peace, O Lord our God
He that has God his guardian made
How good and pleasant must it be
How blest are they who always keep 119
Had not the Lord, may Israel say 124
How vast must their advantage be 133
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Judge me, O Lord, for I the paths
I'll celebrate thy praises, Lord
I waited meekly for the Lord
No change of times shall ever shock 18
O Lord, that art my righteous Judge 4
O Lord my God, since I have plac'd 7
O thou, to whom all creatures bow
O Lord, my rock, to thee I cry
O Lord, our fathers oft have told
O all ye people, clap your hands
O God, who hast our troops dispers'd 60
O God, my gracious God, to thee
O Lord, to my relief draw near
O Israel's Shepherd, Joseph's Guide
O God of hosts, the mighty Lord
O Lord, the saviour and defence
O God, to whom revenge belongs
O come, loud anthems let us sing
Of mercy's never-failing spring
O render thanks, and bless the Lord 105
O render thanks to God above
O God, my heart is fully bent
O God, whose former mercies make
O praise the Lord, for he is good
O'twas a joyful sound to hear
40 On thee, who dwell'st above the skies 123
Just Judge of heav'n, against my foes 43 O Lord, I am not proud of heart
TABLE OF THE PSALMS.
Psalm
Since godly men decay, O Lord 12
Sure wicked fools must needs suppose 14
Speak, O ye judges of the earth 58
Save me, O God, from waves that roll 69
Sing to the Lord a new-made song
Sing to the Lord a new-made song
Thy dreadful anger, Lord, restrain
To celebrate thy praise, O Lord
Thy presence why withdraw'st thou
To my just plea and sad complaint
The heav'ns declare thy glory, Lord
The Lord to thy request attend
The King, O Lord, with songs of praise 21
The Lord himself, the mighty Lord 23
This spacious earth is all the Lord's
To God, in whom I trust
Thro' all the changing scenes of life
Tho' wicked men grow rich or great 37
Thy chast'ning wrath, O Lord, restrain 38
The Lord, the only God, is great 48
The Lord hath spoke, the mighty God 50
The wicked fools must sure suppose
Thy mercy, Lord, to me extend
To bless thy chosen race
To thee, O God, we render praise
To God I cried, who to my help
To God, our never-failing strength
To my complaint, O Lord my God
To thee, my God and Saviour, I
The man is blest who fears the Lord 128
To God, the mighty Lord
Thou, Lord, by strictest search
To thee, O Lord, my cries ascend
To God, with mournful voice
Thee I'll extol, my God and King
W With restless and ungovern'd rage Whom should I fear, since God to me 27 While I the King's loud praise rehearse 45 Why hast thou cast us off, O God 74 With glory clad, with strength array'd 93 With one consent let all the earth When I pour out my soul in prayer 102 When Israel, by th' Almighty led 114 With cheerful notes let all the earth 117 Who place on Sion's God their trust 125 When Sion's God her sons recall'd We build with fruitless cost, unless When we, our wearied limbs to rest With my whole heart, my God
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