II. Thy name in hallow'd strains be fung! We join the folemn praise: To thy great name, with heart and tongue, Our chearful homage raise. III. Thy righteous, mild, and fov'reign reign And in our minds, thy work divine, IV. As angels round thy feat above, ས. On thee we day by day depend, And feed with truth and virtue pure, Extend thy grace to every fault, VII. Where tempting fnares beftrew the way, Permit us not to tread : Avert the threat'ning evil near, From our unguarded head. VIII. Thy facred name we thus adore, With joyful humble mind: And praise thy goodness, power, and truth, Eternal, unconfin'd. PSALM CXLIV. For Christmas Day. Proper Tune. I. ARISE, and hail the happy day; Caft all low cares of life away, And thought of meaner things: This day to cure our deadly woes, The fun of righteoufnefs arofe, With healing in his wings. II. If angels on that happy morn, To whom the grace belongs. III. How wonderful! how vaft his love! How much for human-kind he bore, IV. Whilft we adore his boundless grace, Give glory to our GOD most high, V. O then let heav'n and earth rejoice, PSALM CXLV. A public national Thanksgiving. As the 113 PSALM. I. AY, fhould we fearch the globe around, SAV Where can fuch happiness be found, As dwells in BRITAIN's favour'd ifle? II. Here commerce fpreads the wealthy ftore Religion teaches us to raise Our voices to our maker's praise, As truth and conscience point the way. III. When FRANCE, from pride and envy, plann'd Here vict'ry arm'd her chofen race; IV. These are thy gifts, almighty King! ས. From thee, the zeal and spirit came, Their fkill, their courage, all are thine: With grateful hearts, with gladfome tongues, 1 VII. Long as the moon her courfe fhall run, O ftill may GOD in BRITAIN reign! PSALM CXLVI. A Morning Pfalm. Common Metre. I. N thee, each morning, O my GOD, In whom are founded all my hopes, II. My foul, in pleasing wonder loft, His boundless love furveys; And, fir'd with grateful zeal, prepares, III. He leads me thro' the maze of fleep, He brings me fafe to light; And, with the fame paternal care, Conducts my steps till night. IV. When ev'ning flumbers prefs my eyes, With his protection blest, In peace and fafety I commit, My weary'd limbs to rest. |