6 The men that love and fear Thy name

Shall see their hopes fulfillid;
The mighty God will compass them

With favour as a shield.

PSALM VIII.

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wr Ilded, howe Fondrous great

Is exalted name
The glories of Thy heavenly state

Let men and babes proclaim.
2 When I behold Thy works on high,

The moon that rules the night, And stars that well adorn the sky,

Those moving worlds of light; 3 Lord, what is man, or all his race,

Who dwells so far below, That Thou shouldst visit him with grace,

And love his nature so !-
4 That Thine eternal Son should bear

To take a mortal form;
Made lower than His angels are,

To save a dying worm.
5 Let Him be crown'd with majesty

Who bowed His head to death; And be His honours sounded high,

By all things that have breath.
6 Jesus, our Lord, how wondrous great

Is Thine exalted name!
The glories of Thy heavenly state

Let the whole earth proclaim.

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PSALM VIIL. L. M. WATTS. LMIGHTY Ruler of the skies,

And Thine eternal glories rise
O'er all the heavens Thy hands have made.

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2 To Thee the voices of the young

A monument of honour raise ;
And babes, with uninstructed tongue,

Declare the wonders of Thy praise. 3 Children amidst Thy temple throng,

To see their great Redeemer's face ;
The Son of David is their song,

And young Hosannas fill the place.
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PSALM X. C. M.

WATTS.
ITH my whole heart I'll raise my song,

Thy wonders to proclaim :
Thou, Sovereign Judge of right and wrong,

Wilt put Thy foes to shame.
2 I'll sing Thy majesty and grace :

My God prepares His throne,
To rule the world in righteousness,

And make His justice known.
3 Then shall the Lord a refuge prove

For all the poor oppress'd ;
To save the people of His love,

And give the weary rest. 4 The men that know Thy name will trust

In Thine abundant grace;
For Thou dost ne'er forsake the just,

Who humbly seek Thy face.
5 Sing praises to the righteous Lord,

Who dwells on Zion's hill;
Who executes His threatening word,

And doth His grace fulfil. 10 PSALM X.

C. M. 10 salnts,

Our hope in time of ill;
We'll trust Thee, though Thy face be hid,

And seek Thy presence still.

2 Why should the men of pride and sin

Thy truth and power defy; And boast, as if their evil way

Were hidden from Thine eye! 3 Lord, Thou hast seen; arise and save;

To Thee our cause we bring ; Reign Thou in righteousness and power,

For Thou alone art King.

4 All our desires to Thee are known;

Thy help is ever near;
O first prepare our hearts to pray,

And then accept our prayer.

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PSALM XIL.

S. M. 1

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Help, for the feeble flee;
And double hearts and tongues prevail,

Which spurn, O God, at Thee. 2 But, Lord, to Thee we cry,,

And we have heard Thy voice;
Thy hand the mourner's tear shall dry,

Ånd bid the poor rejoice.
3 As silver seven times tried,

Thy words, O Lord, are pure:
Though ills abound on every side,

Thy promises endure.

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PSALM XV. L. M. C. WESLEY. IMHE earth and all her fulness owns

;

The countless myriads of her sons
Rose into being at His word.

2 His word did out of nothing call

The world, and founded all that is ;
Launch'd on the floods this solid ball,

And fix'd it in the floating seas.
3 But who shall quit this low abode,

Who shall ascend the heavenly place,
And stand upon the mount of God,

And see his Maker face to face ? 4 The man whose hands and heart are clean

That blessed portion shall receive ;
Whoe'er by grace is sav'd from sin,

Hereafter shall in glory live.
5 He shall obtain the starry crown,

And, number'd with the saints above,
The God of his salvation own,
The God of his salvation love.

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L. M.

WATTS. 1 need;

For succour to Thy throne I flee, But have no merits there to plead :

My goodness cannot reach to Thee.
2 Oft have my heart and tongue confess'd

How empty and how poor I am;
My praise can never make Thee bless'd,

Nor add new glories to Thy name. 3 When Thou art nigh, my faith is strong ;

Thine arm is my almighty prop:
Be glad, my heart; rejoice, my tongue;

My dying flesh shall rest in hope. 4 My flesh shall Thy first call obey,

Shake off the dust, and rise on high ; Then shalt Thou lead the wondrous way Up to Thy throne above the sky.

5 There streams of endless pleasure flow;

And full discoveries of Thy grace,
Which we but tasted here below,
Spread heavenly joys through all the place.

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My faith, my patience, and my love: When men of strife against me join,

They are the sword, the hand is Thine. 2 What sinners value I resign;

Lord, 'tis enough that Thou art mine:
I shall behold Thy blissful face,

And stand complete in righteousness. 3 This life's a dream, an empty show;

But the bright world to which I go
Hath joys substantial and sincere:

When shall I wake and find me there? 4 O glorious hour! O blest abode!

I shall be near and like my God;
And flesh and sin no more control

The sacred pleasures of the soul.
5 My flesh shall slumber in the ground
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound;
Then burst the chains with sweet surprise,
And in my Saviour's image rise.

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C. M. STERNHOLD.* 1 GOD, my strength and fortitude,

Of force I must love Thee;
Thou art my castle and defence

In my necessity.