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2 When Israel was his church,

When Aaron was his priest,
When Moses cried, when Samuel pray'd,

gave his people rest.
3 Oft he forgave their sins,

Nor would destroy their race;
And oft he made his vengeance known

When they abus'd his grace.
4 Exalt the Lord our God;

is still the same: Still he's a God of holiness,

And jealous for his name.
PSALM 100. First Part. L. M.

Praise to our Creator.
BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne,

: Know that the Lord is God alone;

He can create, and he destroy.
2 His sov'reign pow'r, without our aid,

Made us of clay, and form'd us men;
And when like wand'ring sheep we stray'd,

He brought us to his fold again. 3 We are his people, we his care ;

Our souls and all our mortal frame :
What lasting honours shall we rear,

Almighty Maker, to thy name? 4 We'll croud thy gates with thankful songs

High as the heav'n our voices raise :
And earth with her ten thousand tongues

Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 5 Wide as the world is thy command,

Vast as eternity thy love :
Firm as a rock thy truth must stand;
When rolling years shall cease to move,

PSALM 100. Second Part. P. M.

A general song of praise.
I SING to the Lord most high ;

With grateful voice make known

His goodness and his pow'r.
Let cheerful songs declare his ways,
And let his praise inspire your tongues.
2 Enter his courts with joy ;

With fear address the Lord :
He form'd us with his hand,

And quicken'd by his word.
With wide command he spreads his sway
O’er ev'ry sea, and ev'ry land.
3 His hands provide our food,

And ev'ry blessing give :
We feed upon his care,

And in his pastures live.
With cheerful

declare his

ways, And let his praise inspire your tongues. 4 Good is the Lord, our God,

His truth and mercy sure;
While earth and heav'n shall last,

His promises endure.
With bounteous hand he spreads his sway
O'er ev'ry sea, and ev'ry land.
PSALM 101. First Part. L. M.

The magistrate's psalm. 1 MERCY

SERCY and judgment are my song:

And since they both to thee belong:My gracious God, my righteous King,

To thee my songs and vows I'll bring. 2 If I am rais'd to bear the sword, I'll take my counsels from thy word:

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Thy justice and thy heav'nly grace

Shall be the pattern of my ways. 3 Let wisdom all


actions guide, And let my God with me reside :

:: No wicked thing shall dwell with me,

Which may provoke thy jealousy.
4. I'll search the land, and raise the just

To posts of honour, wealth and trust :
The men that work thy holy will,

Shall be my friends and fav’rites still. 5 In vain shall sinners hope to rise

By flatt'ring or malicious lies;
And while the innocent I guard,

The bold offender shan't be spar'd.
6 The impious crew, that factious band,

Shall hide their heads, or quit the land ;
And all that break the public rest,
Where I have pow'r, shall be supprest.
PSALM 101. Second Part. C. M.

A psalm for a master of a family. 1 OF justice

and of grace I sing,

pay my God my vows: Thy grace and justice, heav'nly king, Teach me to rule


house. 2 Now to my tent, O God, repair,

And make thy servant wise :
I'll suffer nothing near me there,

That shall offend thine eyes.
3 The man, that doth his neighbour wrong,

By falsehood or by force;
The scornful eye, the sland'rous tongue,

I'll thrust them from my doors. 4. I'll seek the faithful and the just,

And will their help enjoy ;

These are the friends that I shall trust,

The servants I'll employ.
5 The wretch that deals in sly deceit,

I'll not endure a night:
The liar's tongue I'll ever hate,

And banish from my sight. 6 I'll purge my family around,

And make the wicked flee;
So shall my house be ever found,
A dwelling fit for thee.
PSALM 102. First Part. C. M.

A prayer for the afflicted. 1 EAR

me, O ,
But , :
Hast thou not built a throne of grace

To hear when sinners cry?
2 My days are wasted like the smoke

Dissolving in the air ;
My strength is dried, my heart is broke,

And sinking in despair.
3 My spirits flag like with’ring grass

Burnt with excessive heat :
In secret groans my minutes pass,

And I forget to eat.
4 As on some lonely building's top

The sparrow tells her moan;
Far from the tents of joy and hope

I sit and grieve alone.
5 My soul is like a wilderness,

Where beasts of midnight howl ;
There the sad raven finds her place,

And there the screaming owl, 6 Dark dismal thoughts and boding fears

Dwell in my troubled breast;

While sharp reproaches wound my ears,

Nor give my spirit rest.
7 My cup is mingled with my woeś,

And tears are my repast ;
My daily bread like ashes grows

Unpleasant to my taste. 8 Sense can afford no real joy

To souls that feel thy frown;
Lord, 'twas thy hand advanc'd me high ;

Thy hand hath cast me down.
9 My looks like wither'd leaves appear ;

And life's declining light
Grows faint, as ev'ning shadows arè,

That vanish into night.
10 But thou for ever art the same,

O my eternal God !
Ages to come shall know thy name;

And spread thy works abroad.
11 Thou wilt arise and show thy face ;

Nor will my Lord delay
Beyond the appointed hour of grace,

That long expected day. 12 He, hears his saints, he knows their cry;

And by mysterious ways
Redeems the pris’ners doom'd to die,

And fills their tongues with praise.
PSALM 102. Second Part. C. M.

Prayer heard, and the church revived. 1 LET. Zion and her sons

rejoice : Behold Her God hath heard her mourning voice,

And comes t exalt his pow'r. 2 Her dust and ruins, that remain,

Are precious in our eyes ;

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