All Men Sinners.

ST. BRIDE'S. S. M.

"NO God!" the fool hath said: They choose an evil way;

Their thoughts are all corrupt and vain; Their feet are gone astray.

The Lord from heaven most high Look'd down on all mankind: There was not one that sought indeed The living God to find.

Who shall restore the lost! Lord, when wilt thou fulfil Thy promise once to Israel made From Sion's holy hill?

O bring the wand'rers back; The captive souls restore; Then Jacob shall rejoice again, And Israel weep no more.

LORD, who's the happy man that may
To thy blest courts repair;

Not stranger-like to visit them,
But to inhabit there?

The man who walks in pious ways,
And works with righteous hands;
Who trusts his Maker's promises,
And follows his commands:

Who speaks the meaning of his heart,
Nor slanders with his tongue;

Who scarce believes an ill report,

To do his neighbour wrong.

This is the man, who, rais'd from death, Shall reach that high abode,

Where all the spirits of the just

Are perfect with their God.

Gratitude to God, and Love to his People.

WIMBORNE. L. M.

FATHER of all, my soul defend;
On thee my stedfast hopes depend;
"Thou, mighty Lord," my heart hath cried,
"Thou art my God, and none beside."
No gifts, by mortal hand bestow'd,
Increase the treasures of my God;
Yet shall my heart to him incline,
Whose stedfast virtue marks him thine.
Thee will I praise, thou faithful guide,
Whose counsels o'er my life preside,
For safety through thy ceaseless care,
For choicest gifts vouchsaf'd to prayer.
Thou from the grave my soul shalt free,
And raise my dust to live with thee;
Where pleasures, all unmixt with wo,
At thy right hand for ever flow.

PSALM XVII.

The Vanity of Life, and Hope in the Resurrection.
ST. OLAVE'S. L. M.

O GOD, on whom my hopes rely,
In thee I trust, to thee I cry;
Keep me from sin and danger free,
And guide my footsteps home to thee.
This life's a dream, an empty show;
But that bright world to which I go
Hath joys substantial and divine:
When shall I wake, and call them mine!
O glorious hour! O blest abode!
I shall be near, and like my God:
No more shall flesh and sin control
The sacred pleasures of my soul.
My dust shall slumber in the ground,
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound;
Then burst the chains with glad surprise,
And in thy glorious image rise.

God the Rock and Defence of his Saints.

BRUNSWICK. L. M.

NO change of times shall ever shock
My firm affection, Lord, to thee;
For thou hast always been a rock,
A fortress, a defence to me.

God;

Thou art my Saviour, thou my
My trust is in thy mighty power;
Thou art my shield from foes abroad,
At home my safeguard and my tower.
Let the eternal Lord be prais'd,
The mighty rock on which we rest;
O'er highest heaven his name be rais'd,
Through earth his great salvation blest.
O God, to celebrate thy fame,
My grateful voice to heaven I'll raise ;
And nations, strangers to thy name,
Shall learn to sing their Maker's praise.

PSALM XIX. (Part 1.)

God's Glory displayed in the Heavens.

UNIVERSITY. C. M.

THE heavens declare thy glory, Lord,
Which that alone can fill;
The firmament and stars express
Their great Creator's skill.

The dawn of each returning day
Fresh beams of knowledge brings;
And from the dark return of night
Divine instruction springs.

Their sacred lesson to no realm,
No region, is confin'd;

'Tis nature's language, and addrest
Alike to all mankind.

Wide as the circling sun they spread
Thy glorious truth abroad;

And teach the wond'ring world to sing
The praises of our God.

The Treasures of God's Word.

NEWCASTLE. S. M.

BEHOLD, the morning sun
Begins his glorious way;

His beams through all the nations run
And light and life convey.

But, Lord, thy word supplies
A brighter, holier light;
It trains the simple to be wise,
And gives the blind their sight.
How perfect is thy word!
Thy judgments too, how just!
To thy unfailing promise, Lord,
May men securely trust.

While with my heart and tongue
I spread thy praise abroad;
Accept the worship, and the song,
My Saviour, and my God!

PSALM XX.

For Protection against national Foes.

ROCKINGHAM. L. M.

HEAR us, O Lord, in time of need,
And let thy Name our cause defend;
Grant that our efforts may succeed,
And vict'ry on our steps attend.
On horse and chariot some rely;
And some in numbers make their boast;
Our trust is in the Lord most high;
His favor is itself an host.

In his salvation we rejoice,
And lift our banners in his name;
Lord, hear our supplicating voice,
And put our haughty foes to shame.
O succour and preserve our King,
And bless with peace our favor'd land
That we may still thy glory sing,
By whose protecting care we stand.

Gratitude for national Mercy and Protection.

ASHLEY. C. M.

THE King, O Lord, with songs of praise,
Shall in thy strength rejoice;
And, blest with thy salvation, raise
To heaven his cheerful voice.

Thy sure defence through nations round
Hath spread his pow'rful name;
And his successful actions crown'd
With majesty and fame.

Then let the King on God alone
For timely aid rely;

Whose blessing shall support his throne,
And all his wants supply.

Thus, Lord, thy wondrous power declare,
And thus exalt thy fame;
While we glad songs of praise prepare
For thine almighty name.

PSALM XXII. (Part 1.)
Prayer for Help.

BATH. C. M.

O GOD, my God, in mercy hear
The voice of my complaint;
By day I shed the fruitless tear,
And in the night I faint.

Our fathers trusted in the Lord;
He to their rescue came:
Art thou not faithful to thy word?
Is not thy love the same?

They trusted, and were help'd, but I
Have none to soothe my pain;
The scorners, as they pass me, cry,
"He trusts his God in vain."

O Lord, my strength, go

not away,

Still keep me with thy love;
And raise me, at the last great day,
To sing thy praise above.