The Book of common prayer

Earth's utmost ends

His power obey;
His glorious sway

The sky transcends.

14 His chosen saints to grace,
He sets them up on high,
And favours Israel's race,
Who still to him are nigh:
O therefore raise
Your grateful voice,
And still rejoice
The Lord to praise.

PSALM 149. PRAISE ye the Lord, prepare your glad voice. His praise in the great assembly to sing: In our great Creator let Israel rejoice; And children of Sion

be glad in their King.

3, 4 Let them his great name
extol in the dance;
With timbrel and harp
his praises express;
Who always takes pleasure
his saints to advance,
And with his salvation
the humble to bless.
5,6 With glory adorn'd,
his people shall sing
To God, who their beds
with safety does shield
Their mouths fill'd with prais
of him, their great King;
Whilst a two-edged sword
their right hand shall wield;
7, 8 Just vengeance to take
for injuries past;
To punish those lands
for ruin design'd;
With chains, as their captives,
to tie their kings fast,
With fetters of iron

their nobles to bind.
Thus shall they make good,
when them they destroy,
The dreadful decree
which God does proclaim:
Such honour and triumph
his saints shall enjoy:
O therefore for ever
exalt his great name.

Praise him in heaven, where he his face, unveil'd, in perfect glory shows. 2 Praise him for all the mighty acts which he in our behalf has done;

with which our praise should equal run. 3 Let the shrill trumpet's warlike voice make rocks and hills his praise rebound: Praise him with harp's melodious noise, and gentle psaltery's silver sound. 4 Let virgin troops soft timbrels bring, and some with graceful motion dance; Let instruments of various string,

with organs join'd, his praise advance. 5 Let them who joyful hymns compose, to cymbals set their songs of praise; Cymbals of common use, and those that loudly sound on solemn day 6 Let all that vital breath enjoy, the breath he does to them afford, In just returns of praise employ: let every creature praise the Lord.

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,

the God whom earth and heaven adore, Be glory, as it was of old,

is now, and shall be evermore.
As Psalm 37.

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God whom heaven's triumphant
host,

and suffering saints on earth adore, Be glory, as in ages past,

As now it is, and so shall last,
when time itself shall be no more
As Psalm 148.

To God the Father, Son,
And Spirit ever bless'd,
Eternal Three in One,
All worship be address'd,
As heretofore
It was, is now,
And shall be so
For evermore.

As Psalm 149

By angels in heaven
of every degree,
And saints upon earth,

all praise be address'd
To God in three persons,
one God ever bless'd;
As it has been, now is,

always shall be.

HYMN I.

The Song of the Angels. For the Nativity of our blessed Lord and Saviour. Luke ii. verse 8-15. THILE shepherds flocks by night,

watch'd their

all seated on the ground, The Angel of the Lord came down, and glory shone around.

2" Fear not," said he, for mighty dread had seized their troubled mind; "Glad tidings of great joy I bring "to you, and all mankind. S"To you, in David's town, this day "is born, of David's line, "The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord; "and this shall be the sign: 4" The Heavenly Babe you there shall "to human view display'd, [find, "All meanly wrapt in swathing bands, "and in a manger laid."

5 Thus spake the Seraph, and forthwith appear'd a shining throng Of Angels, praising God, who thus address'd their joyful song: 6 "All glory be to God on high, "and to the earth be peace; "Good-will, henceforth, from heaven to 66 begin,and never cease."

HYMN 2.

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The Song of Men responsive to the Song of the Angels.

WHILE Angels thus, O Lord, rejoice,

shall men no anthem raise? may we lose these useless tongues, when we forget to praise! 2 Then let us swell responsive notes, and join the heavenly throng; For angels no such love have known as we, to wake their song. 3 Good-will to sinful dust is shown, and peace on earth is given; For lo! the incarnate Saviour comes, with news of joy from heaven! 4 Merey and truth, with sweet accord, his rising beams adorn;

Let heaven and earth in concert sing,
"The promised child is born!"
5 Glory to God, in highest strains,
by highest worlds is paid;
Be glory, then, by us proclaim'd,
and by our lives display'd;

6 Till we attain those blissful realms,
where now our Saviour reigns;
To rival these celestial choirs
in their immortal strains!

Wherefore do earthquakes cleave the ground?

why hides the sun his rays?

2 Well may the earth astonish'd shake, and nature sympathize!

The sun as darkest night be black! their Maker, Jesus, dies!

3 Behold fast streaming from the tree his all-atoning blood!

Is this the Infinite? 'tis he,

my Saviour and my God! 4 For me these pangs his soul assail, for me this death is borne; My sins gave sharpness to the nail, and pointed every thorn.

5 Let sin no more my soul enslave, break, Lord, its tyrant chain; O save me, whom thou cam'st to save, nor bleed, nor die in vain!

SINCE

HYMN 4.

FOR EASTER-DAY.
On the Resurrection.

INCE Christ our Passover is slain,
a sacrifice for all,

Let all, with thankful hearts, agree
to keep the festival:

2 Not with the leaven, as of old,
of sin and malice fed;
But with unfeign'd sincerity,

and truth's unleaven'd bread. Christ being raised by Power Divine, and rescued from the grave,

Shall die no more; death shall on him

no more dominion have.

4 For that he died, 'twas for our sins he once vouchsafed to die:

But that he lives, he lives to God

for all eternity.

5 So count yourselves as dead to sin, but graciously restored,

And made, henceforth, alive to God,
through Jesus Christ our Lord.
HYMN 5.
For the same.

CHRIS

HRIST from the dead is raised, and made the First Fruits of the tomb; For, as by man came death, by man did resurrection come.

2 For, as in Adam all mankind
did guilt and death derive;
So, by the righteousness of Christ,
shall all be made alive.

3 If then ye risen are with Christ,
seek only how to get

The things which are above, where at God's right hand is set.

HYMN 6.

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FOR WHITSUNDAY. HOME, Holy Ghost! Creator, come,

Cinspire the souls of thine;

Till every heart which thou hast made be fill'd with grace divine.

2 Thou art the Comforter, the gift
of God, and fire of love;
The everlasting spring of joy,
and unction from above.

S Thy gifts are manifold, thou writ'st
God's law in each true heart;
The promise of the Father, thou
dost heavenly speech impart.
4 Enlighten our dark souls, till they
thy sacred love embrace;
Assist our minds, by nature frail,
with thy celestial grace.

5 Drive far from us the mortal foe, and give us peace within, That, by thy guidance blest, we may escape the snares of sin.

6 Teach us the Father to confess, and Son, from death revived, And thee with both, O Holy Ghost, who art from both derived.

HYMN 7.

For the same.

COME, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove,

with all thy quickening powers; Kindle a flame of sacred love

in these cold hearts of ours.

2 See how we grovel here below,
fond of these earthly toys;
Our souls,how heavily they go,
to reach eternal joys!

3 In vain we tune our lifeless songs, in vain we strive to rise! Hosannas languish on our tongues, and our devotion dies.

4 Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove, with all thy quickening powers; Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, and that shall kindle ours. HYMN 8.

For the same.

HE's come! let every knee be bent,

all hearts new joy resume; Sing, ye redeem'd, with one consent, "The Comforter is come."

2 What greater gift, what greater love,

could God on man bestow? Angels for this rejoice above, let man rejoice below!

3 Hail, blessed Spirit! may each sou! thy sacred influence feel;

Do thou each sinful thought control, and fix our wavering zeal!

4 Thou to the conscience dost convey those checks which we should know; Thy motions point to us the way; thou giv'st us strength to go. HYMN 9.

FOR THE HOLY COMMUNION. From the Revelation of St. John.

*HOU, God, all giory, honour, power,

art worthy to receive;

2 And worthy is the Lambh all power, honour, and wealth to gain, Glory and strength; who for our sins a sacrifice was slain!

3 All worthy thou, who hast redeem'd, and ransom'd us to God,

From every nation, every coast, by thy most precious blood. 48 Blessing and honour, glory, power, by all in earth and heaven, To him that sits upon the throne, and to the Lamb be given. HYMN 10.

For the same.

MY God, and is thy table spread?

and does thy cup with love o'erflow? Thither be all thy children led,

and let them thy sweet inercies know! 2 Hail, sacred Feast, which Jesus makes ' rich banquet of his flesh and blood! Thrice happy he who here partakes that sacred stream, that heavenly food 3 Why are its dainties all in vain

before unwilling hearts display'd? Was not for you the victim slain? are you forbid the children's bread ? 4 0 let thy table honour'd be,

and furnish'd well with joyful guests! And may each soul salvation see, that here its holy pledges tastes! 5 Drawn by thy quickening grace. O Lord,

in countless numbers let them come, And gather from their Father's board, the bread that lives beyond the tomb! 6 Nor let thy spreading Gospel rest, till through the world thy truth has run, Till with this bread all men be blest, who see the light, or feel the sun! HYMN 11.

For the same,

AND are we now brought near to God,

who once at distance stood?

And, to effect this glorious change.
did Jesus shed his blood?
2 0 for a song of ardent praise,
to bear our souls above!
What should allay our lively hope,
or damp our flaming love!

3 Then let us join the heavenly choirs, to praise our heavenly King!

O may that love which spread this board, inspire us while we sing

4 Glory to God in highest strains,

"and to the earth be peace;

| Good-will from heaven to men is come;

"and let it never cease!"

HYMN 12.

ON THE NEW YEAR.

Since all things by thy power were made, God of life, whose constant care

and by thy bounty live.

* Chap. iv.

With blessings crowns each openi year,

My scanty span doth still prolong,
And wakes anew mine annual song.
2 How many precious souls are fled
To the vast regions of the dead,
Since to this day the changing sun
Through his last yearly period run!
3 We yet survive; but who can say,
"Or through this year, or month, or day,
"I shall retain this vital breath,
"Thus far, at least, in league with death?"
4 That breath is thine, eternal God;
"Tis thine to fix my soul's abode;
It holds its life from thee alone,
On earth, or in the world unknown.
5 To thee our spirits we resign,
Make them and own them still as thine;
So shall they live secure from fear,
Tho' death should blast the rising year.
6 Thy children, panting to be gone,
May bid the tide of time roll on,
To land them on that happy shore,
Where years and death are known no

more.

7 No more fatigue, no more distress,
Nor sin, nor hell shall reach that place;
No groans to mingle with the songs,
Resounding from immortal tongues:
8 No more alarms from ghostly foes;
No cares to break the long repose;
No midnight shade, no clouded sun
But sacred, high, eternal noon.
9 0, long expected year! begin;
Dawn on this world of woe and sin;
Fain would we leave this weary road,
To sleep in death, and rest with God.
HYMN 13.

The Christian's Hope.

WHEN, rising from the bed of death,

8 The stars, that in their courses roil,
have much instruction given;
But thy good word informs my soul
how I may soar to heaven.

9 The fields provide me food, and show
the goodness of the Lord;
But fruits of life and glory grow
in thy most holy word.

10 Here are my choicest treasures hid,
here my best comfort lies;
Here my desires are satisfy'd,

and here my hopes arise.

11 Lord, make me understand thy law, show what my faults have been; And from thy Gospel let me draw pardon for all my sin.

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12 Here would I learn how Christ has
to save my soul from hell;
Not all the books on earth beside
such heavenly wonders tell.
13 Then let me love my Bible more,
and take a fresh delight,
By day to read these wonders o'er,
and meditate by night.
HYMN 14.

On Gratitude to God. THEN all thy mercies, O my God, my rising soul surveys, Transported with the view, I'm lost in wonder, love, and praise!

20 how shall words with equal warmth
the gratitude declare,

That glows within my ravish'd heart'
but thou canst read it there.
3 Thy providence my life sustain'd,
and all my wants redrest,
When in the silent womb I lay,
and hung upon the breast.

o'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear, 4 To all my weak complaints and cries

I see my Maker face to face;

O how shall I appear!

2 If yet, while pardon may be found, and mercy may be sought,

My heart with inward horror shrinks, and trembles at the thought;

3 When thou, O Lord,shalt stand disclosed in Majesty severe,

And sit in judgment on my soul;

O how shall I appear!

4 But thou hast told the troubled mind,
who does her sins lament,
The timely tribute of her tears

shall endless woe prevent.
5 Then see the sorrow of my heart,
e'er yet it be too late;

And hear my Saviour's dying groans,
to give these sorrows weight.
For never shall my soul despair
her pardon to procure,

Who knows thy only Son has died,
to make her pardon sure.

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7 Great God! with wonder and with
on all thy works I look;
But still thy wisdom, power, and grace,
shine brighter in thy book,

thy mercy lent an ear,

E're yet my feeble thoughts had learnt
to form themselves in prayer.

5 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul
thy tender care bestow'd,
Before my infant heart conceived

from whom those comforts flow'd.
6 When in the slippery paths of youth
with heedless steps I ran,

Thine arm, unseen, convey'd me safe, and led me up to man.

7 Thro' hidden dangers, toils, and deaths, it gently clear'd my way,

And through the pleasing snares of vice, more to be fear'd than they.

8 When worn with sickness, oft b

On the Glory of God in the Starry Heavens: being a Translation of Part of the 19th Psalm of David.

THE spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great original proclaim.

2 The unwearied sun, from day to day, Does his Creator's power display, And publishes to every land

The work of an Almighty hand.

6 Thy bounty shall my pains beguile, The barren wilderness shall smile, With sudden greens and herbage crown'd,

And streams shall murmur all around. HYMN 17.

For the Mercies of Redemption.

ALL-glorious God, what hymns of

Shall our transported voices raise!
What ardent love and zeal are due,
While heaven stands open to our view!
2 Once we were fallen, and O how low!
Just on the brink of endless woe;
When Jesus, from the realms above,
Borne on the wings of boundless love,
3 Scatter'd the shades of death and night,
And spread around his heavenly light!
By him what wondrous grace is shown
To souls impoverish'd and undone !
4 He shows, beyond these mortal shores,
A bright inheritance as ours;
Where saints in light our coming wait,
To share their holy, happy state!
HYMN 18.

For Public Mercies and Deliverances.
ALVATION doth to God belong;

3 Soon as the evening shades prevail, His power and grace shall be our

The moon takes up the wondrous tale; And nightly, to the listening earth, Repeats the story of her birth:

4 Whilst all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole. 5 What though in solemn silence all Move round the dark terrestrial ball; What though no real voice nor sound Amidst their radiant orbs be found; 6 In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice, For ever singing as they shine, "The hand that made us is divine." HYMN 16.

On the Providence of God: taken chiefly
from the 23d Psalm of David.
THE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me witha Shepherd's care;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye;
2 My noon-day walks he shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend;
When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or or the thirsty mountain pant.
8 To fertile vales, and dewy meads,
My weary wandering steps he leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landskip flow.
4 Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread;
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me still:
5 Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me thro' the dreadful shade
Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious lonely wilds I stray,

song;

From him alone all mercies flow;
His arm alone subdues the foe!
2 Then praise this God, who bows his ear
Propitious to his people's prayer;
And though deliverance he may stay,
Yet answers still in his own day.
3 O may this goodness lead our land,
Still saved by thine Almighty hand,
The tribute of its love to bring
To thee, our Saviour and our King;
4 Till every public temple raise
A song of triumph to thy praise;
And every peaceful private home
To thee a temple shall become.
5 Still be it our supreme delight
To walk as in thy glorious sight;
Still in thy precepts and thy fear,
Till life's last hour, to persevere.
HYMN 19.

On God's Dominion over the Sea.
OD of the seas! thine awful voice

G Bids all the rolling waves rejoice;

And one soft word of thy command
Can sink them silent in the sand.
2 The smallest fish that swims the seas,
Sportful, to thee a tribute pays;
And largest monsters of the deep,
At thy command, or rage or sleep.
3 Thus is thy glorious power adored
Among the watery nations, Lord!
Yet men, who trace the dangerous waves,
Forget the mighty God who saves!
HYMN 20.

Which may be used at Sea or on Land
Lou art their sure defen

ORD! for the just thou dost y

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