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My strong deliverance, and my shield;
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14 Strong shall our labouring oxen grow,

Nor in their constant labour faint; Whilst we no war nor slavery know, And in our streets hear no complaint. 15 Thrice happy is that people's case, Whose various blessings thus abound; Who God's true worship still embrace, And are with his protection crown'd. PSALM CXLV.

THEE I will bless, my God and King,
Thy endless praise proclaim;

This tribute daily I will bring,
And ever bless thy name.

Renown'd for mighty acts, thy fame
To future time extends;
From age to age thy glorious name
Successively descends.

5, 6 Whilst I thy glory and renown,
And wondrous works express,
The world with me thy might shall own,
And thy great power confess.
7 The praise that to thy love belongs,
They shall with joy proclaim;
Thy truth of all their grateful songs
Shall be the constant theme.

8 The Lord is good; fresh acts of grace His pity still supplies;

His anger moves with slowest pace,
His willing mercy flies.

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PSALM CXLIX.

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 praises
Of him their great King;

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HYMN I.

The Song of the Angels. vity of our blessed Lord Luke, ii. verse 8-15.

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THILE shepherds watch'd their flocks by night,

All seated on the ground,

The angel of the Lord came down,
And glory shone around.

HYMN III.

FOR GOOD-FRIDAY.

On the Sufferings of our blessed Lord and Saviour.

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Glad tidings of great joy I bring

To you, and all mankind.

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:

The Heavenly Babe you there shall
find,

To human view display'd,
All meanly wrapp'd in swathing bands,
And in a manger laid.'

As her 5 Thus spake the Seraph, and forthwith
It was Appear'd a shining throng
And shOf Angels, praising God, who thus
Address'd their joyful song:
All glory be to God on high,
And to the earth be peace;
Good-will, henceforth, from heaven
to men,
Begin, and never cease.'

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HILE Angels thus, O Lord, rejoice,

Shall men no anthem raise? O 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 sinal dust is shown, And peace on earth is given; For lo th' incarnate Saviour comes With news of joy from heaven! 1 Mercy 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;

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!

HYMN IV.

FOR EASTER-DAY.

On the Resurrection.

Sacrifice for all,

INCE Christ our Passover is slain

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. 3 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