FIFTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINTY.

PSALM CXIX.

15th. Metre.

(C. M.)

1 MY hiding place, my refuge, tow'r,
And shield art Thou, O LORD;

I firmly anchor all my hopes,
On Thy unnering word.

2 Engrav'd as in eternal brass,
The mighty promise shines;
Nor can the pow'rs of darkness rase
Those everlasting lines.

3 The sacred word of grace

is strong,

As that which built the skies:

The voice which rolls the stars along,

Spake all the promises.

4 My hiding place, &c.

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Matt. vi. 32.

1 FATHER, whate'er of earthly bliss
Thy sov'reign will denies,

Accepted at Thy throne of grace,
Let this petition rise;

2 "Give me a calm, a thankful heart,
"From every murmur free;

"The blessings of thy grace impart, "And make me live to Thee.

3"Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine, My life and death attend;

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Thy presence thro' my journey shine,
"And crown my journey's end.

Psalm Ixxvii. xciii, cxxi.

(C. M.)

SIXTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.

PSALM CXIX. 16th Metre: (L. M.)

1

G

REAT GOD, this sacred day of Thine
Demands our souls' collected powers;

May we employ in work divine,

These solemn, these devoted hours!
O may our souls adoring own

The grace, which calls us to Thy throne.
2 Hence, ye vain cares and trifles, fly;
Where God resides appear no more,
Omniscient Gon! Thy piercing eye
Can every secret thought explore!
O may Thy grace our hearts refine,
And fix our thoughts on things divine.
3 The word of life dispens'd to-day,
Invites us to a heav'nly feast;
May every ear the call obey,
Be every heart a grateful guest!
O bid the humble sons of need
On soul-reviving bounties feed.
4 Thy SPIRIT's pow'rful aid impart!
O may Thy word, with life divine,
Engage the ear, and warm the heart;
Then shall the day indeed be Thine!
Then shall our souls, adoring own
The grace, which calls us to Thy throne.
Psalm lxiii. c. cxxxviii.

SeventeentH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.

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PSALM CXIX. 17th. Metre. Old 104th.

PRAISE ye the LORD, in triumph proclaim, And publish abroad His wonderful name; The name all victorious of JESUS extol; His kingdom is glorious, and rules over all.

2 God ruleth on high, almighty to save;
And still He is nigh, His presence we have.
The great congregation His triumph shall sing,
Ascribing salvation to JESUS our King.

3 Salvation to GOD, who sits on the throne;
Let all cry aloud, and honour the SON;
IMMANUEL's praises the angels proclaim,
Fall down on their faces and worship the LAMB.

4 Then let us adore, and give Him His right,
All glory and pow'r, and wisdom and might;
All honour and blessing, with angels above,
And thanks never ceasing, and infinite love.

Psalm lxiii. iii. cxlvii.

EIGHTEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.

PSALM CXIX. 18th. Metre.

Matt. xxii. 41, &c.

1 BY all the hosts of heav'n ador'd,
See David's Son and David's LORD,
Exalted high at God's right hand,
While angels bow at His command.
2 JESUS, the LORD, our souls adore,
A painful suff'rer now no more;

High on His FATHER's throne He reigns O'er earth, and heav'n's extensive plains. 3 His race for ever is complete;

For ever undisturb'd His seat,
Myriads of angels round Him fly,
And sing His well-gain'd victory.

4 Yet 'midst the honours of His throne,
He joys not for Himself alone!

His meanest servants share their part.
Share in that royal tender heart.

5 Raise, raise, my soul, thy raptur'd sight
With sacred wonder and delight,
JESUS the great forerunner see
Enter'd within the veil for thee!

6 His kingdom never more shall fail;
He holds the keys of death and hell;
Till foes fall prostrate at His feet,
And His full triumph is complete.

Psalm cii cxxxii. cxlii.

(L. M.)

NINETEENTH SUNDAY AFTER TRINITY.

PSALM. CXIX. 19th. Metre.

Matt. ix. 6.

(L. M. Old 112.)

10 LORD of glory, Prince of peace,
Engage my grateful heart to Thee,
Thou fount of grace and righteousness,
Of life and joy, and liberty!

Thy sacred blood thro' earth and skies,
MERCY, FREE, BOUNDLESS MERCY cries!

2 By faith, I to this refuge flee;

Here is my hope, my joy, my rest, MY FATHER reconcil'd I see,

MERCY's inscrib'd upon His breast; Away sad doubt, and anxious care, Mercy is all that's written there.

3 Thy pow'r was sov'reign to forgive, On earth, as in the courts of heav'n<: Thy mercy bade the sinner live,

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My Son, thy sins are all forgiv'n,"
Help me to soar to Thy abode,
To die to sin, and live to God.

4 Help me to run the Christian race,
And all Thy marv'lous love proclaim;
To glorify the GoD of grace,

And spread the honours of Thy name,
Till hosts of heav'n and earth combine,
And praise, eternal praise, be Thine.

Psalm civ. cx, civ.