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3 Lo! we are risen, a feeble race,
Awhile to fill our fathers' place;
Our hopeless state with pity view,
And let us share their refuge too.

4 Through all the thorny paths we trace
In this uncertain wilderness,

When friends desert, and foes invade, Revive our heart, and guard our head. 5 To thee our infant race we leave; Them may their fathers' God receive, That voices yet unformed may raise Succeeding hymns of humble praise!

PSALM XCII. L. M.

Religious worship.

1 Sweet is the work, my God! my King!
To praise thy name, give thanks and sing;
To show thy love by morning light,
And talk of all thy truth at night.

2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest,

When earthly cares forsake the breast,
When our best powers to God we raise,
And the whole heart's attuned to praise.

3 Our souls shall triumph in the Lord, And bless his works and bless his word;

His works of grace, how bright they shine! How deep his counsels, how divine!

4 Lord may we walk with growing strength Till all shall meet in heaven at length, Till all before thy face appear

And join in nobler worship there!

5 Then shall we see, and, hear, and know,
All we desired, or wished below;
And every power find sweet employ
In that eternal world of joy.

PSALM XCV. First Part. L. M.

Divine sovereignty.

1 O come, loud anthems let us sing,
Loud thanks to our Almighty King;
For we our voices high should raise,
When our salvation's Rock we praise.

2 O let us to his courts repair,
And bow with adoration there,
To him address, in joyful songs,
The praise that to his name belongs.

3 For God, the Lord, enthroned in state, Is with unrivall❜d glory great;

A King, superior far to all

Whom gods, the heathen falsely call.

4 The depths of earth are in his hand,
Her secret wealth at his command;
The strength of hills that threat the skies,
Subjected to his empire lies.

5 The rolling ocean's vast abyss
By the same sovereign right is his;
"Tis mov'd by that Almighty hand,
Which form'd and fix'd the solid land.

6 Be thou, O God, exalted high,
And as thy glory fills the sky,
So let it be on earth display'd,
Till thou art here, as there obey'd.

PSALM C. L. M.

Invocation to worship.

1 With one consent, let all the earth
To God their cheerful voices raise ;
Glad homage pay, with awful mirth,
And sing before him songs of praise ;

2 Convinc'd that he is God alone,

From whom both we and all proceed; We, whom he chooses for his own,

The flock that he vouchsafes to feed.

3 O enter then his temple gate,

Thence to his courts devoutly press;

And still your grateful hymns repeat, And still his name with praises bless. 4 For he's the Lord, supremely good, His mercy is for ever sure; His truth which always firmly stood, To endless ages shall endure.

PSALM CIII. First Part. L. M.

The mercy of God, ready to forgive.

1 My soul, inspired with sacred love,
God's holy name for ever bless;
Of all his favours mindful prove,
And still thy grateful thanks express.

2 "Tis he that all thy sins forgives,

And after sickness makes thee sound 1;
From danger he thy life retrieves,
By him with grace and mercy crown'd.

3 The Lord abounds with tender love,
And unexampled acts of grace;
His waken'd wrath doth slowly move,
His willing mercy flies арасе.

4 God will not always harshly chide,
But with his anger quickly part;
And loves his punishments to guide
More by his love than our desert.

5 As high as heaven its arch extends Above this little spot of clay,

So much his boundless love transcends
The small respects that we can pay.

6 As far as 'tis from east to west,
So far has he our sins remov'd;
Who, with a father's tender breast,
Has such as fear him always lov'd.
7 For God, who all our frame surveys,
Considers that we are but clay;
How fresh soe'er we seem, our days
Like grass or flow'rs must fade away.

8 Whilst they are nipt with sudden blasts, Nor can we find their former place; God's faithful mercy ever lasts,

To those that fear him, and their race.

9 Let every creature jointly bless,

The mighty Lord; and thou, my heart, With grateful joy thy thanks express, And in this concert bear thy part.

PSALM CIII. Second Part. L. M. The frailty of life.

1 Of mortal life how short the date! Like flow'rs which in their highest state

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