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ITH 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.

MMakes the subject of my song:

ERCY, judgment, now my tongue

Lord, to whom, then, shall I sing,
But to Thee, th' eternal King?

2 Thou shalt all my footsteps guide,
Nor permit my feet to slide;
Nor from thy all-perfect way,
Lost in paths of sin, to stray.

3 Come! Oh, come! celestial Guest!
Let my roof with Thee be bless'd:
Here thy glorious light display,
And within my dwelling stay!

HEN earthly joys glide fast away,

W When hopes and comforts flee,

When foes oppress, and friends betray,
I turn, my God, to Thee.

2 Thy nature, Lord, no change can know,
Thy promise still is sure;
And ills can ne'er so hopeless grow,
But Thou can'st find a cure.

3 Deliv'rance comes most bright and blest,
At danger's darkest hour;
And man's extremity is best,

To prove almighty pow'r.

4 High as Thou art, Thou still art near
When suppliants succour crave :

And as thine ear is swift to hear,
Thine arm is strong to save.

THE Lord abounds with tender love,

Tand unexampled acts of grace;

His waken'd wrath doth slowly move,
His willing mercy flows apace.

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

3 As high as heav'n its arch extends
Above this little spot of clay,

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

4 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.

PSALM 104. P.M.

My soul praise the Lord, speak good of

his name:

O Lord our great God, how dost Thou appear!

So passing in glory, that great is thy fame:

Honour and majesty in Thee shine most clear.