The Book of Common Prayer and Administration of the Sacraments

From the xxxix. Psalm of David.
1 LORD, let me know my term of
days,

How soon my life will end:
The num'rous train of ills disclose,
Which this frail state attend.

2 My life, thou know'st, is but a span,
A cipher sums my years;
And every man, in best estate,
But vanity appears.

3 Man, like a shadow, vainly walks,
With fruitless cares oppress'd;
He heaps up wealth, but cannot tell
By whom 't will be possess'd.
4 Why then should I on worthless

toys

With anxious cares attend? On thee alone my steadfast hope Shall ever, Lord, depend.

5 Lord, hear my cry, accept my

tears,

And listen to my prayer,
Who sojourn like a stranger here,
As all my fathers were.

6 O spare me yet a little time;

My wasted strength restore, Before I vanish quite from hence, And shall be seen no more.

PSALM 31.

L. M.
From the xl. Psalm of David.
11 WAITED meekly for the Lord,
Till he vouchsafed a kind reply;
Who did his gracious ear afford,
And heard from heaven my humble

cry.

2 The wonders he for me has wrought
Shall fill my mouth with songs of
praise;

And others, to his worship brought,
To hopes of like deliv'rance raise.
3 For blessings shall that man reward,
Who on th' Almighty Lord relies;
Who treats the proud with disregard,
And hates the hypocrite's disguise.
4 Who can the wondrous works re-
count

Which thou, O God, for us hast
wrought?

The treasures of thy love surmount
The power of numbers, speech, and
thought.

5 I've learnt that thou hast not desired
Off'rings and sacrifice alone;
Nor blood of guiltless beasts required
For man's transgression to alone.
6 I therefore come-come to fulfil
The oracles thy books impart;
"T is my delight to do thy will,
Thy law is written in my heart.
7 In full assemblies I have told

Thy truth and righteousness at large t Nor did, thou know'st, my lips withhold

From uttering what thou gav'st ir charge:

8 Nor kept within my breast confined,
Thy faithfulness and saving grace
But preach'd thy love, for all design'd,
That all might that and truth em
brace.

9 Then let those mercies I declared
To others, Lord, extend to me;
Thy loving-kindness my reward,
Thy truth my safe protection be.

PSALM 35. C. M.
From the xli. Psalm of David.
1 HAPPY the man whose tender care
Relieves the poor distress'd!
When troubles compass him around,
The Lord shall give him rest.

2 The Lord his life, with blessings.
crown'd,

In safety shall prolong;
And disappoint the will of those
That seek to do him wrong.
3 If he, in languishing estate,
Oppress'd with sickness lie;
The Lord will easy make his bed,
And inward strength supply.
4 Secure of this, to thee, my God,
I thus my prayer address'd;
"Lord, for thy mercy, heal my soul,
Though I have much transgress'd."
5 Thy tender care secures my life
From danger and disgrace;
And thou vouchsaf'st to set me still
Before thy glorious face.

6 Let therefore Israel's Lord and God
From age to age be bless'd;
And all the people's glad applause
With loud Amens express'd.
C. M.

PSALM 36

From the xlii. Psalm of Darid.
1 AS pante the hart for cooling streams,
When heated in the chase;
So longs my soul, O God, for thee.
And thy refreshing grace.

2 For thee, my God, the living God,
My thirsty sont doth pine;
O! when shall I behold thy face,
Thou Majesty Divine 7

3 Why restless, why cast down, my soul 7

Trust God; who will employ His aid for thee, and change these sighs

To thankful hymns of Joy.

4 God of my strength, how long shall I,
Like one forgotten, mourn;
Forlorn, forsaken, and exposed
To my oppressor's scorn?

5 My heart is pierced, as with a sword,
While thus my foes upbraid:
"Vain boaster, where is now thy

God?

From the xlii. Psalm of David.

1 AS pants the wearied hart for cooling springs,

That sinks exhausted in the summer's chase,

Bo pants my soul for thee, great King of kings,

Bo thirsts to reach thy sacred dwelling place.

2 Why throb, my heart 7 why sink, my sadd'ning soul 7

Why droop to earth, with various woes oppress'd? My years shall yet in blissful circles roll,

And peace be yet an inmate of this breast.

3 Lord, thy sure mercies, ever in my sight,

My heart shall gladden through the tedious day;

And 'midst the dark and gloomy snades of night,

From the xlii Psalm of David.

1 LET me with light and truth be bless'd;

Be these my guides to lead the way, Till on Thy holy hill I rest,

And in thy sacred temple pray. 2 Then will I there fresh altars raise To God, who is my only Joy; And well-tuned harps, with songs praise,

Shall all my grateful hours employ. 3 Why then cast down, my soul 7 and why

So much oppress'd with anxious
care?

On God, thy God, for aid rely,
Who will thy ruin'd state repair.

From the xlv. Pealm of David. 1 WHILE I the King's loud praise rehearse, Indited by my heart,

My tongue is like the pen of him
That writes with ready art.

2 How matchless is thy form, O King
Thy mouth with grace o'erflows;
Because fresh blessings God on thee
Eternally bestows

3 Gird on thy sword, most mighty prince;

And, clad in rich array,
With glorious ornaments of power,
Majestic pomp display.

4 Ride on in state, and still protect
The meek, the just, and true;
Whilst thy right hand, with swift re-
Does all thy foes pursue.

venge,

To thee, my God, I'll tune the grate-Thy ful lay.

Why
faint, my soul 7 why doubt
Jehovah's aid 7
Thy God the God of mercy still shall

prove;
Within his courts thy thanks shall yet
be paid-
Unquestion'd be his faithfulneas and
love

sceptre's sway shall always last, By righteous laws secure. 7 Because thy heart, by Justice led, Did upright ways approve, And hated still the crooked paths,

Where wand'ring sinners rove: 8 Therefore did God, thy God, on thee The oil of gladness shed; And has, above thy fellows round, Advanced thy lofty head.

PSALM 40. II.2. From the xlvi. Pealm of David. ! GOD is our refuge in distress, A present help when dangers press, In him, undaunted, we 'll confide; Though earth were from her centre

fost,

And mountains in the ocean lost,
Torn piece-meal by the roaring tide.
2 A gentler stream with gladness still
The city of our Lord shall fiil,

The royal seat of God most high: God dwells in Sion, whose fair towers Shall mock th' assaults of earthly powers,

While his almighty aid is nigh. 3 Submit to God's almighty sway, For him the Heathen ahall obey,

And earth her sovereign Lord confess :

The God of hosts conducts our arms, Our tower of refuge in alarms,

As to our fathers in distress.

PSALM 42. C. M. From the xlviii. Psalm of David. I THE Lord, the only God, is great, And greatly to be praised

In Sion, on whose happy mount
His sacred throne is raised.

2 In Sion we have seen perform'd
A work that was foretold,

pledge that God, for times to come His city will uphold

3 Let Sion's mount with joy resound; Her daughters all be taught In songs his judgments to extol, Who this deliv'rance wrought. 4 Compass her walls in solemn pomp Count all her towers, and see if there Your eyes quite round her cast;

You find one stone displaced. 5 Her forts and palaces survey, Observe their order well; That to the ages yet to come

His wonders you may tell.

6 This God is ours, and will be ours,
Whilst we in him confide;
Who, as he has preserved us now
Till death will be our guide.

From the li. Psalm of David. 1 HAVE mercy, Lord, on me, As thou wert ever kind; Let me, oppress'd with loads of guilt, Thy wonted merey find.

2 Wash off my foul offence,

And cleanse ine from my sin; For I confess my crime, and see How great my guil has been. 3 Against thee, Lord, alone, And only in thy sight, Have I transgress'd; and though condemn'd.

Must own thy judgment right. 4 In guilt each part was form'd Of all this sinful frame;

In guilt I was conceived, and born
The heir of sin and shame.

5 Yet, Lord, thy searching eye
Does inward truth require;
And secretly with wisdom's laws
My soul thou wilt inspire.

6 With hyssop purge me, Lord,
And so I clean shall be:

I shall with snow in whiteness vie,
When purified by thee.

7 Make me to hear with joy

Thy kind forgiving voice;

That so the bones which thou hast broke

May with fresh strength rejoice. 8 Blot out my crying sins,

Nor me in anger view:
Create 'n me a heart that 's clean,
An upright mind renew.

9 Withdraw not thou thy help,
Nor cast me from thy sight;
Nor let thy Holy Spirit take
His everlasting flight.
10 The joy thy favor gives
Let me, & Lord, regain,
And thy free Spirit's firm support
My fainting soul sustain.

1 So I thy righteous ways
To sinners will impart
Whilst my advice shall wicked men
To thy just laws convert.

earth,

And listen when I pray ;
Nor from thy humble suppliant turn
Thy glorious face away.

2 My heart is pain'd; the shades o death

Their terrors round me spread, While fearful tremblings seize my breast,

Horrors o'erwhelm my head.

3 And thus I breathe my heavy sigh To Him who hears above; "O that my soul on wings could fly, And emulate the dove!

4" Swift I'd escape, and flee afar, Some secret place to find,

Hide from the world's distracting care,
And rest my weary mind.

5"1'd wing my everlasting flight,
Bidding the world farewell,
From sin and strife, to realms of light,
Where peace and quiet dwell."

6 Thus will I call on God, who still
Shall in my aid appear;
At morn, at noon, at night I'll pray
And he my voice shall hear.

PSALM 46. C. M.

From the lvi. Psalm of David. 1 LORD! though at times surprised by fear,

On danger's first alarm, Yet still for an eor I depend

On thy almighty arm.

2 God's faithful promise I shall preve On which I now rely;

In God I trust, and, trusting him.
The arm of flesh defy.

5 I'll trust Goa's word, and so despise
The force that man can raise;
To thee, O God, my vows are due,
To thee I'll render praise.

4 Thou hast retrieved my soul from
death,

And thou wilt still secure
The life thon hast so oft preserved,
And make my footsteps sure:
5 That thus, protected by thy power,
I may this light enjoy;
And in the service of my God
My lengthen'd days employ.

PSALM 47. L. M.
From the lvii. Psalm of David.
O GOD, my heart is fix'd, 't is bent,
Its thankful tribute to present;
And, with my heart, my voice 1 '11
raise

To thee, my God, in songs of praise.
2 Awake, my glory; harp and lute,
No longer let your strings be mute:
And I, my tuneful part to take,
Will with the early dawn awake.
3 Thy praises, Lord, I will resound
To all the listing nations round:
Thy merry highest heaven transcends,
Thy truth beyond the clouds extends.
4 Be thou, O God, exalted high;
And as thy glory fills the sky,
So let it be on earth display'd,
Till thou art here, as there, obey'd

PSALM 48.

L. M. From the lxii. Psalm of David. 1 MY soul, for help on God rely, On him alone thy trust repose; My rock and health will strength ply,

sup-2

To bear the shock of all my foes,
2 God does his saving health dispense,
And flowing blessings daily send:
He is my fortress and defence,

On him my roul shall still depend.
In him, ye people, always trust;
Before his throne pour out your
hearts:

For God, the merciful and just,

His timely aid to us imparts.
The Lord has oft his will express'd,
And I this truth have fully known;
To be of boundless power posses'd,
Belongs of right to God alone.
5 Though mercy is his darling grace,
In which he chiefly takes delight
Yet he will all the human race
According to their works reqnite.

With lifted hands adore his name: As with its choicest food supplied, My soul shall be full satisfied

White I with joy his praise proclaim 4 When down I lie, sweet sleep to find Thon, Lord, art present to my mind,

And when I wake in dend of night;
Because thou still dost succor bring,
Beneath the shadow of thy wing
I rest with safety and delight.

I FOR thee, O God, our constant
praise

In Slon waits, thy chosen seat;
Our promised altars there we 'll raise,
Thon! who to every humble prayer,
Aud all our zealous vows complete.
Dost always bend thy list'ning ear,
To thee shall all mankind repair,

And at thy gracious throne appear
3 Our sins, though numberless, in vain
To stop thy flowing mercy try;
Whilst thou o'erlook'st the guilty stain,
And washest out the crimson dye.
4 Blest is the man, who, near thee
placed,
Within thy sacred dwellings lives!
'Tis there abundantly we taste
The vast delights thy temple gives.

PART II. L. M.

1 Lord I from thy unexhausted store,
Thy rain relieves the thirsty gronnd
Makes lands, that barren were before,
With corn and useful fruits abound.

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