Man has a soul of vast desires,
Mark the soft falling snow,
My dear Redeemer and my Lord!
My Father! cheering name!
My God! all nature owns thy sway!
My God! how endless is thy love!
My God! I thank thee; may no thought,
My God! my King! thy various praise,
My God! permit me not to be,
My God! the sovereign of my will,
My God! the visits of thy face,
My God! thy boundless love I praise,
My God! thy service well demands,
My God! whene'er my longing heart,
My heart and all my ways, O God!
My soul! forbear on transient things,
My soul, inspired with sacred love,
My soul, praise the Lord!
My soul shall bless thee, my God!
Naked as from the earth we came,
No change of times shall ever shock
Not he whose baseless hope relies,
Now winter throws his icy chains,
O bow thine ear, Eternal ONE! *
O! come, and sing your Maker's name,
O! come, loud anthems let us sing,
O! could I soar to worlds above,
O'er mountain tops, the mount of God, Scotch paraphrases.
O Father! though the anxious fear, Liverpool R, S. Coll.
Of mortal life, how short the date,
Of old, O God! thine own right hand,
O God of Bethel' by whose hand,
O God! our Father and our King,
O God! our help in ages past,
O God! thou Spirit, just and wise.
O God! to thee my sinking soul,
O God! we praise thee, and confess,
O here, if ever, God of love!
O! let your mingling voices rise,
O Lord! my best desires fulfil,
O Lord! our fathers oft have told,
Once more, my soul, the rising day,
On thee, each morning, O my God!
O praise ye the Lord! prepare a new song, Doddridge.
O praise ye the Lord! prepare your glad voice,
O! render thanks to God above,
Patrick.
Miss E. Taylor.
Liverpool R. S. Coll.
Cowper and Mrs Steele.
Tate and Brady.
No war, nor battle's sound, Alt'd fr. Milton, by Dr Gardiner.
O sing to the Lord a new song!
O source of uncreated light!
O Thou! before whose gracious throne,
O Thou! the first, the greatest Friend!
O Thou! the wretched's sure retreat,
O Thou! through all thy works ador'd,
O Thou! to whom all creatures bow,
O Thou! who art above all height! *
O Thou! whose mercy hears,
O Thou! whose power o'er moving worlds
Our Father! high enthroned above,
Our Father! throned above the sky,
Our Lord is risen from the dead,
O ye immortal throng!
O ye who seek Jehovah's face!
Parent of good! thy works of might,
Perpetual Source of light and grace!
Praise, everlasting praise, be paid,
Praise, O praise, the name divine,
Praise to God, the great Creator!
Praise to thy name, Eternal God!
Praise ye the Lord! let praise employ,
Praise ye the Lord! O let the grateful song
Raise your triumphant songs,
Rejoice! the Lord is King,
Remark, my soul, the narrow bounds,
Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings,
Sages of ancient lettered times!
See how he loved! exclaimed the Jews,
See Israel's gentle Shepherd stand,
Shepherds, rejoice! lift up your eyes,
Show pity, Lord! O Lord, forgive,
Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares,
Soft are the fruitful showers that bring,
So pass our fleeting years away,
Sovereign Lord of light and glory!
Supreme and universal Light!
Sweet is the friendly voice that speaks,
Sweet is the scene when virtue dies,
Sweet is the work, my God! my King!
Teach me the measure of my days,
Thanks be to God, the Lord,
That awful hour will soon appear,
That man, in life, wherever plac'd,
That man is bless'd who stands in awe,
The day approaches, O my soul !
The earth and all the heavenly frame,
The evils that beset our path,
The gracious Saviour bow'd his head
The God of love, will sure indulge, †
The Lord is my shepherd, no want shall I know,* Montgomery 83
This feast was Jesus' high behest,
This is the day the Lord hath made,
Thou art, O God! the life and light,
Thou didst, O mighty God! exist,
Though earthly shepherds dwell in dust,
Though nature's voice you must obey,
Though suffering virtue may complain,
Thou great and sacred Lord of all!
Thou, Lord! by mortal eyes unseen,
Thou, Lord! by strictest search hast known, Tate & Brady.
Thou, Lord! through every changing scene, Doddridge.
Thou refuge of my weary soul!
Thou, who sittest enthroned above,
Thrice happy men, who, born from heaven,
Through all the changing scenes of life,
Through all the various, shifting scenes,
Th' uplifted eye and bended knee,
Thy dreadful power, Almighty God!
Thy hand unseen sustains the poles,
Thy mercy, Lord! our only hope,
Thy names, how infinite they be!
Thy presence, ever-living God!
Time, time, how few thy value weigh!
'Tis mercy calls, a tribute bring,
To be resigned when ills betide,
To God, the mighty Lord!
To Thee let my first offerings rise, t
To Thee, O God! my days are known,
To your Creator God,
Was pride, alas, e'er made for man?
Weary of these low scenes of night,
We sing of God, the mighty Source,
We sing th' almighty power of God,
What image does my spirit bear?
What pleasure, Lord! thy house attends,
What seraph of celestial birth,
What shall we render, bounteous Lord,
What works of wisdom, power, and love,
When Abram, full of sacred awe,
When all thy mercies, O my God!
When, as returns this solemn day,
When blooming youth is snatched away,
When darkness long has veiled my mind,
When gloomy thoughts and boding fears,
When Israel of the Lord beloved,
When life's tempestuous storms are o'er,
When power divine in mortal form,
When rising from the bed of death,
When we, our weary limbs to rest,
Wherefore should man, frail child of clay,
Wherewith shall I approach the Lord, t
While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night,
While some in folly's pleasures roll,
While sounds of war are heard around,
While there I seek, protecting Power,
While, with ceaseless course the sun,
Who gave the sun his noon-day light?
With one consent let all the earth,
With sacred joy we lift our eyes,
With songs and honours sounding loud,
Why do we waste on trifling cares,
Why should the worlds alluring toys,
Why weep for those, frail child of woe,
Ye boundless realms of joy,
Ye followers of the Prince of peace,
Ye humble souls who seek the Lord,
Ye mourning sinners here disclose,
Ye sons of men in sacred lays,
Yes, the Redeemer rose,
Yes, there's a better world on high,
Yet a few years, or days, perhaps,
Ye weak inhabitants of clay,
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SUBJECTS OF THE PSALMS AND HYMNS.
INTRODUCTION TO PUBLIC WORSHIP, AND GENERAL
PRAISE 15, 84, 92, 106, 148, 150.
GOD. Self-existence 86. Eternity 90.
sovereignty 89, 95. Power and goodness 106, 136; in the storm
104. Omnipresence and omniscience 36, 139. The works and
word of God 19, 119. Perfections and Providence 5, 18, 23, 36,
90, 120, 147. Condescension 8. The author of our comforts and
hopes 116, 139. Mercy of God 103. Trust in God 18, 23, 34.
MISCELLANEOUS SUBJECTS. Man's unworthiness 139. Pen-
itence 51, 139, 2d part. Light and guidance implored 17, 19.
Intercession for the thoughtless 119. Benefit of affliction 119.
Frailty of man 39, 90, 103. Happiness of the righteous 1, 15,
17, 34, 36, 112; and misery of the wicked 1.
OCCASIONAL. Morning 19, and evening 5, 145. Prayer for de-
liverance and the restoration of God's favour in time of public
calamity 44, 80.
INTRODUCTION AND CLOSE OF WORSHIP, 1-32, 152.
GENERAL PRAISE, 32-36, 47, 50-65, 113, 114.
GOD, Incomprehensible 37, 38. Faith in God 39.
Greatness and
majesty of God 40, 41, 62. Eternity, immensity, and unchange-
ableness 42-44. His power, wisdom, and goodness manifested
in his works 46-65, 69. Power and dominion 66-68. Omni-
presence 70, 71. Providence 70–112. Gratitude to God 81-88,
102, 112, 113, 134. Goodness in the seasons 104-108. Mystery
and benignity of his providence 115. Our portion in life appoint-
ed by him 116-119. His appointments justified 120, 144–149.
Praise in prosperity and adversity 121-124. Fear of God 125,
126. Trust and confidence in him 126-143; in time of danger
135, 136, 139. The source of consolation and health 137, 138.
The Hearer of prayer 206. God is love 143. Just and wise in
afflictive appointments 117, 144–149. The refuge of the afflict-
ed 145, 147, 149. The source of light and comfort 150.
of his ancient people 190.
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