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THE FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.

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PSALM CXIX. 5th. Metre.

Psalm cxvii. 12.

Y Maker and my King,
To Thee my all I owe;

Thy sov'reign bounty is the spring
From whence my blessings flow.

Thou ever good and kind;

A thousand reasons move,
A thousand obligations bind
My heart to grateful love.

The creature of Thy hand,
On Thee alone I live!

My GoD, Thy benefits demand
More praise than I can give.

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Oh! what can I impart,

When all is Thine before!

Thy love demands a grateful heart!

The gift, alas! how poor!

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Shall I withhold Thy due?

Shall I ungrateful prove?

LORD, form this wand'ring heart anew,
And fill it with Thy love.

O let Thy grace inspire

My soul with strength divine;
Let all my pow'rs to Thee aspire,
And all my days Be Thine.

Psalm lxxxii. cxxxii, cxlix.

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(s. M.)

THE SIXTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.

PSALM CXIX. 6th. Metre,

Rom. vi. 9. New Version.

1 CHRIST being rais'd by pow'r divine,

And rescued from the grave,

Shall die no more, Death shall on Him
No more dominion have.

2 For that He died, 'twas for our sins
He once vouchsaf'd to die:

But that He lives, He lives to God,
To all eternity.

3 If then ye risen are with CHRIST
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The things that are above, where CHRIST
At God's right hand is set.

4 So count yourselves as dead to sin,
But graciously restor'd,

And made henceforth alive to God,
Through JESUS CHRIST Our Lord.

5 TO FATHER, SON, and HOLY GHOST,
The GOD whom we adore.

Be glory, as it was, is now,
And shall be evermore,

Psalm xxviv. xcii. cxviii.

(c. M.)

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PSALM CXIX. 7th. Metre.

Psalm viii. (L. M. Old 112.)

MMORTAL King! thro' earth's wide frame
How great Thy honor, praise, and name!
Whose reign o'er distant worlds extends;
Whose glory heav'n's vast height transcends.
From infants Thou canst honour raise,
And form their lisping tongues to praise.
2 When, rapt in thought, with wakeful eye
I view the wonders of the sky,

Whose frame Thy fingers, o'er our head,
In rich magnificence have spread;
The moon and stars with lustre crown'd,
That nightly walk their destin'd round.
3 LORD! what is man, that in Thy care
His humble lot should find a share?
Or what the son of man, that Thou
Thus to his wants Thy ear should'st bow?
His rank awhile by Thy decree,
Th' angelic tribes beneath them see.

4 Subjected to his feet by Thee,
To him all nature bows the knee;
The beasts in him their lord behold-
The wat❜ry tribes, the bleating fold.
Immortal King! through earth's wide frame,
How great Thy honour, praise and name!

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THE EIGHTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.

PSALM CXIX. 8th, Metre.

Old 104,

1 O Praise ye the LORD, Hosannas repeat,
His love to proclaim, together we meet;
Oh may our thanksgivings like incense arise,
Thro' JESUS a living and pure sacrifice!

2 Whilst angels abound in praise to the Son,

The heavens resound with what He hath done Their voices we'll echo, and honour His name, Exulting in JESUS, FOR EVER THE SAME.

3 How vast was that love that pitied our state, And sent from above a SAVIOUR SO great! The FATHER'S rich treasure, O may we receive 'Tis love without measure to all who believe,

4 In JESUS's face the Godhead appears.
With fulness of grace to banish our fears
Redemption is finish'd: the work He hath done
Let all the creation shout praise to the SoN.

5 LORD, what shall we give for mercy so great? Devoted we'll live Thy praise to repeat?

With soul and with body we'll honour Thy name, And shout hallelujah to GoD and the LAMB.

Psalm i, lxxxiv, cl.

THE NINTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.

PSALM CXIX. 9th. Metre. Old 148th.
Psalm cxxxii. 7. 9.

1 ARISE, O glorious King,

Into Thy rest arise,

While saints their off'rings bring,
And praise ascends the skies.
Arise, Thy holy Church to own,
Oh make Thy truth and glory known.
2 Thy Priests, O LORD, array,
With righteousness divine;
Let them Thy truth display,
And in Thy glory shine;

Let Thy whole Church, Thy chosen rest, Be with Thy smiles and presence blest. 3 0 King of glory, come,

And with Thy favor crown
This temple as Thy dome,

This people as Thy own;

Beneath this roof, O deign to show,
How GOD can dwell with men below.

4 Here may Thine ears attend
Our intereeding cries,
And grateful praise ascend,

All fragrant to the skies :
Here may Thy word melodious sound,
And spread celestial joys around.

5 Here may Thy future sons

And daughters sound Thy praise,

And shine like polish'd stones,

Thro' long succeeding days,

Here, LORD, display Thy sov'reign pow'r,
While temples stand, and men adore.

Psalm xlii, xcv. cxxxvi.

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