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
Let ev'ry being own:

And in our minds, thy work divine,
Erect thy gracious throne.

IV.

As angels round thy feat above,
Thy bleft commands fulfil;
So may thy creatures here below
Perform thy heav'nly will.

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On thee we day by day depend,
Our daily wants fupply:

And feed with truth and virtue pure,
Our fouls which never die.
VI.

Extend thy grace to every fault,
Oh! let thy love forgive:
Teach us divine forgiveness too,
Nor let refentments live.

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,
The Saviour of the world was born,
Pour'd forth their joyful fongs;
Much more fhou'd we of human race,
Adore the wonders of his grace,

To whom the grace belongs.

III.

How wonderful! how vaft his love!
Who left the fhining realms above,
Thofe happy feats of rest!

How much for human-kind he bore,
Their peace and pardon to restore,
Can never be exprefs'd.

IV.

Whilft we adore his boundless grace,
And holy joy and thanks take place.
Of forrow, grief, and pain;

Give glory to our GOD most high,
And not amongst the gen'ral joy,
Forget good will to men.

V.

O then let heav'n and earth rejoice,
Creation's whole united voice,
And hymn the happy day;
When Satan's empire vanquifh'd fell,
And all the pow'rs of death and hell,
Before his fov'reign fway.

PSALM CXLV.

A public national Thanksgiving.

As the 113 PSALM.

I.

AY, fhould we fearch the globe around,

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Where can fuch happiness be found,

As dwells in BRITAIN's favour'd ifle?
Here plenty reigns; here freedom fheds
Her choiceft bleffings on our heads,
And bids our bleakest mountains smile,

II.

Here commerce fpreads the wealthy ftore
That comes from ev'ry foreign fhore;
Science and art their charms difplay;

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
The ruin of our blifsful land,

Here vict'ry arm'd her chofen race;
Go forth, my valiant fons, fhe faid,
Go ftrike the haughty GAUL with dread,
And triumph in his deep difgrace.

IV.

These are thy gifts, almighty King!
From thee our matchlefs bleffings fpring:
Th' extended trade, the fruitful skies,
The raptures liberty beftows,
Th' eternal joys the gospel fhews,
All from thy boundless goodness rife.

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From thee, the zeal and spirit came,
That did our patriot chiefs inflame;

Their fkill, their courage, all are thine:
Our daring troops with glory crown'd,
Tell to the wond'ring nations round,
The hand that leads us is divine.
VI.

With grateful hearts, with gladfome tongues,
To GOD we raise triumphant fongs;
His pow'r, his mercy, we proclaim:
At length, ye faithlefs tyrants, own
JEHOVAH here hath fix'd his throne,
And tremble at his awful name.

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VII.

Long as the moon her courfe fhall run,
Or man behold the circling fun,

O ftill may GOD in BRITAIN reign!
Still crown her armies with fuccefs,
With peace and joy her borders blefs,
And all her facred rights maintain.

PSALM CXLVI.

A Morning Pfalm.

Common Metre.

I.

N thee, each morning, O my GOD,
My waking thoughts attend;

In whom are founded all my hopes,
And all my wishes end.

II.

My foul, in pleasing wonder loft,

His boundless love furveys;

And, fir'd with grateful zeal, prepares,
Her facrifice of praise.

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.