3 Now truth and honour shall abound;
Religion dwell on earth again;

And heav'nly influ'nce bless the ground,
In our Redeemer's gentle reign..
4 His righteousness is gone before,
To give us free access to God:

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Our wand'ring feet shall stray no more,
But mark his steps, and keep the road.

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PSALM 86. First Part.

C. M.

A general song of praise to God.
MONG the princes, earthly gods,
There's none hath pow'r divine;
Nor is their nature, mighty Lord!
Nor are their works like thine.

2 The nations, thou hast made, shall bring
Their off'rings round thy throne:
For thou alone dost wondrous things;
For thou art God alone.

3 Lord, I would walk with holy feet;
Teach me thy heav'nly ways;
And my poor scatter'd thoughts unite
In God my Father's praise.

4 Great is thy mercy, and my tongue
Shall those sweet wonders tell;
How by thy grace my sinking soul
Rose from the deeps of hell,

PSALM 86. Second Part. L. M.

Mourning over unbelief, and pleading for the evidence of an interest in Christ.

1 ESUS my God, my all in all,

Display thy pow'r, unveil thy face;

Wilt thou not hear when sinners call?
Is not thy reign a reign of grace?

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2 A thousand times my tongue hath said, Bought with a price, I'm not my own;" A thousand times my soul hath fled, And sought relief before thy throne. 3 But now I grope, as in the night, I can't believe, and dare not trust; My path is hedg'd, I see no light, My hopes are prostrate in the dust. 4 With fears that all experience past Hath been delusive, false and vain, I dread, lest falling short at last, I never shall the prize obtain. 3 When to the cross I wish to fly, And see the blood of sprinkling flow; To Sinai's mount, not Calvary,

A legal spirit bids me go.

• Striving to stretch my wither'd arms,
I fain would give myself away;
But sins and guilt excite alarms,
And check a near approach to thee.
7 O! if already I've believ'd,
If Christ and I indeed be one:
Then prove thyself my help and shield,
Or, let the work be now begun.

8 Show me a token, Lord, for good,
And let me know that I am thine;
Dispel my doubts, disperse the cloud,
And on my soul benignant shine.
Now let thy Spirit from above,
Bear witness to my troubled heart;

Now shed abroad my Father's love,
And filial confidence impart.

10 Then shall my focs, who hate me, see
That God is faithful to his saints;
That he hath heard and helped me,
And chang'd to praise my sad complaints.
*PSALM 87. L. M.

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The Christian church.

NOD in his earthly temple lays:

G. Foundations for his heav'nly praise;

He likes the tents of Jacob well;
But still in Zion loves to dwell.

2 His mercy visits ev'ry house,

That pays its night and morning vows;
But makes a more delightful stay,
Where churches meet to praise and pray.
3 What glories were describ'd of old!
What wonders are of Zion told!
Thou city of our God below,

Thy fame shall Tyre and Egypt know.
4 Egypt and Tyre, the Greek and Jew,
Shall there begin their lives anew:
Angels and men shall join to sing
The hill, where living waters spring.
5 When God makes up his last account
Of natives in his holy mount,

"Twill be an honour to appear,
As one new born and nourish'd there.
PSALM 88. First Part. L. M.

Life the only accepted time.

WHILE life prolongs its precious light,

W Mercy is found and peace is giv'n;

But soon, ah soon! th' approaching night Shall blot out ev'ry hope of heav'n. 2 While God invites, how bless'd the day! How sweet the gospel's charming sound! "Come sinners, haste, O! haste away, “While yet a pard'ning God he's found. 3 "In that lone land of deep despair, "No Sabbath's heav'nly light shall rise; "No God regard your bitter prayer, "Nor Saviour call you to the skies.

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TRETCH'D on the bed of grief,
In silence long I lay;

For sore disease, and wasting pain,
Had worn my strength away.
2 How mourn'd my sinking soul
The Sabbath's hours divine;
The day of grace, that precious day,
Consum'd in sense, and sin.

3 The work, the mighty work
Of life so long delay'd;
Repentance, yet to be begun,
Upon a dying bed!

4 Then to the Lord I pray'd,
And rais'd a bitter cry:
"Hear me, O God, and save my soul,
"Lest I for ever die."

5 He heard my humble cry;
He say'd my soul from death:
To him I'll give my heart and hands,
And consecrate my breath.

6 Ye sinners, fear the Lord, While yet 'tis call'd to-day; Soon will the awful voice of death

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Command your souls away..

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PSALM 88. Third Part.

L. M.

Death not the end of our being.

HALL

man,

O God of light and life, For ever moulder in the grave? Canst thou forget thy glorious work, Thy promise, and thy pow'r to save?

2 Cease, cease, ye vain desponding fears: When Christ, our Lord, from darkness

Death, the last foe, was captive led,

And heav'n with praise and wonder rang.
3 Him the first fruits, his chosen sons
Shall follow from the vanquish'd grave;
He mounts his throne, the King of kings,
His church to quicken, and to save.
4 Faith sees the bright eternal doors
Unfold, to make his children way:
They shall be cloth'd with endless life,
And shine in everlasting day.

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The trump shall sound; the dust awake; From the cold tomb the slumb'rers spring; Thro' heav'n with joy their myriads rise, And hail their Saviour and their King.

PSALM 88. Fourth Part. L. M.

A believer walking long in darkness.

ORD, in a day of pow'r divine

Thy grace prevail'd, and made me thine;