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2 God through the world extends his sway: The regions of eternal day

But shadows of his glories are.
With him, whose Majesty excels,
Who made the heaven in which he dwells,

Let no created power compare.
3 Though 'tis beneath his state to view
In highest heaven what angels do,

Yet he to earth vouchsafes his care :
He takes the needy from his cell,
Advancing him in courts to dwell,

Companion to the greatest there.

L. M.

PSALM 115.

Confidence in God.
I NOT unto us, Almighty Lord,

But to Thyself the glory be!
Created by thy awful word,

We only live to honour thee. 2 “ Where is


God ?” the heathen cry,
And bow to senseless wood and stone.
Our God, we tell them, fills the sky,

And calls ten thousand worlds his own. 3 Who lean on him, from strength to strength,

From light to light, shall onward move; Till through the grave they pass at length,

To sing on high his saving love.


PSALM 116. PART 1.
Praise for Recovery from Sickness.
1 I LOVE the Lord ;-he heard my cries,

And pitied every groan;
Long as I live, when troubles rise,

I'll hasten to his throne.

2 I love the Lord;-he bow'd his ear,

And chas’d my griefs away: O let my heart no more despair,

While I have breath to pray!

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3 “ My God," I cried, “ thy servant save,

“ Thou ever good and just! “ Thy power can rescue from the grave,

Thy power is all my trust.” 4 The Lord beheld me sore distrest,

He bade my pains remove: Return, my soul, to God thy Rest,

For thou hast known his love!

5 My God hath sav'd my soul from death,

And dried my falling tears :
Now to his praise I'll spend my breath,

And my remaining years.


PSALM 116. PART 2.
1 RETURN, my soul, and sweetly rest

On thy Almighty Father's breast;
The bounties of his grace adore,
And count his wond'rons mercies o'er!

2 Thy mercy, Lord, preserv'd my breath,

And snatch'd my fainting soul from death,
Remov'd my sorrows, dried my tears,

And sav'd me from surrounding snares. 3 What shall I render to the Lord,

Or how his wond'rous grace record ?
To him my grateful voice I'll raise,

With just thanksgivings to his praise. 4 His crowded courts shall see me pay

The vows of my distressful day:
In life, and death, the saints shall find

Their guardian God for ever kind. 5 O Sion! in thy sacred courts,

Where glory dwells, and joy resorts,
To notes divine I'll tune the

And praise shall flow from every tongue.

PSALM 117.

Praise from all the earth.
1 FROM all that dwell below the skies

Let the Creator's praise arise;
Let the Redeemer's name be sung

Through every land, by every tongue. 2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord;

Eternal truth attends thy word :
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore,
Till suns shall rise and set no more.

PSALM 118.

The Lord's Day.
1 THIS is the day the Lord hath made,

He calls the hours his own :
Let heaven rejoice, let earth be glad,

And praise surround the throne.




2 To-day he rose, and left the dead,

And Satan's empire fell;
To-day the saints his triumph spread,

And all his wonders tell.
3 Hosannah to th’Anointed King,

To David's Holy Son!
Help us, O Lord! descend, and bring

Salvation from the throne!
4 Blest be the Lord, who comes to men

With messages of grace;
Who comes in God the Father's name,

To save our sinful race!
5 Hosannah, in the highest strains

The Church on earth can raise !
The highest heavens, in which he reigns,
Shall give him nobler praise.
PSALM 119.


n's. The Law of God. 1 DEARER, Lord, thy statutes far

Than the world's best treasures are :
Gold or jewels I esteem

Dross and dust, compar'd with them. 2 Like a lamp, where'er I stray,

Shining bright upon my way,
Let thy truth and lively word
Still its quick’ning light afford !


Following after holiness. 1 O THAT the Lord would guide my ways,

To keep his statutes still!
O that my God would grant me grace

To know and do his will !


2 Lord, send thy Spirit down, to write

Thy law upon my heart;
Nor let my tongue indulge deceit,

Nor act the liar's part!
3 From vanity turn off my eyes ;

Let no corrupt design,
Nor covetous desires, arise

Within this soul of mine!
4 My soul hath gone too far astray,

My feet too often slip;
Yet, since I've not forgot thy way,

Restore thy wand'ring sheep!
5 Make me to walk in thy commands !

'Tis a delightful road ;-
Nor let my head, or heart, or hands,
Offend against my God!


The Excellency of the Word. 1 LORD, I have made thy word my choice,

My lasting heritage;
There shall my noblest powers rejoice,

My warmest thoughts engage. 2 I'll read the histories of thy love,

And keep thy laws in sight, While through the promises I rove

With ever fresh delight. 3 'Tis a broad land of wealth unknown,

Where springs of life arise, Seeds of immortal bliss are sown,

And hidden glory lies.


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