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The waves sleep, as a child:
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6 Now soon the fav'ring breeze
Doth swell their full-spread sail;
They swiftly sweep along the seas,
And soon their haven hail!

70, that these men would praise

Th' Almighty Pow'r above,

And, while their grateful songs they raise,
Their God would fear and love!

ALLEN.

EIGHTH VERSION.-78. Prentiss. Kimball.
The Seaman's Psalm.

1 THEY, who ocean's path-way keep,
See God's wonders in the deep:-
He commands the stormy wind,
And the tempest doth unbind!

2 Darkest clouds o'erspread the sky,
And the rushing storm is nigh!
Ah, how vain is human power
In the raging tempest's hour?

3 Guideless now their ship is driven?
Now upborne aloft to heaven,

Then they plunge with dipping prow
In the dark abyss below!

4 Loud the tempest lifts his voice,
Deep-ton'd is the ocean's noise:-
Who can clear the stormy night?
Who can quell the ocean's might?

5 Now to God they lift their cry
And He brings salvation nigh:
Calm succeeds the ocean's roar,
And the tempest howls no more!

6 Then the fav'ring gales arise,
And their haven meets their eyes!-
Let them enter, Lord! most blest,
Haven of eternal rest!

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70, that men would praise the Lord
For his love and faithful word!

O, that they, who plough the deep,
Might his holy statutes keep!

ALLEN.

NINTH VERSION.-H. M. Harwich. Slow.
God punishing and rewarding.

1 BEHOLD the works of God!
When men in sin abound,
He dries the rivers broad,
And curses all the ground:
In land, once affluent with good,
In vain the guilty search for food,
2 But, when from sin they turn,
Then bursting founts behold!
Then murm'ring rills return,
Green spring, and autumn's gold;
Then all the land is fill'd with joy,
And grateful songs each tongue employ.

9 In peace the hungry dwell,
And sow the soften'd field:
The vineyards fragrant smell,

And fruits profusely yield:

There's none, who cries for want of bread,
Abundance o'er the land is spread.

4 Thus wise men learn aright

The kindness of the Lord:

A home of sweet delight

Is theirs, who keep his word!

And they a lasting home shall know,

Where streams of heav'nly joy do flow! ALLEN.

TENTH VERSION.-6 & 9. Rowley.

Praise to God for his wonderful Works,

IO GIVE thanks to the Lord,

For He's true to his word,

And his mercy forever endures!

Let the ransom'd say so,

Whom He sav'd from the foe,

And whose safety his mercy ensures,

2 All unguided by star,
They did wander afar ;

In the wilderness was their lone way;
Then with hunger and thirst,

Where no streams did outburst,

Lo, their soul was o'erwhelm'd with dismay.

3 And in grief they did cry

To Jehovah on high,

And He sav'd them from all their distress; He did lead them aright,

And He gave them delight

In the city, his presence doth bless.

4 O, ye men, give ye praise!

And with gratitude raise

Of your songs unto God the glad sound ;
Both below and above

For his wonders of love

Gladly spread his high praises around!

ALLEN.

108. FIRST VER.-L. M. Baltimore. Rothwell

Praise to God.

1 MY joyful heart exults in Thee,
My tongue, O God thy praise shall sound,
With stringed harp's loud melody,

And send thy name in songs around!

2 Thy mercy great unto the skies,

Thy truth's pure radiance, like the light,
Thy glories, beaming on our eyes,
Our souls extol with sweet delight.

S Be Thou exalted, O our God!

Above the heav'ns, which show thy power;
Let thy great name be spread abroad,
And all earth's millions Thee adore!

f 4 Go forth,-Redeemer of the world!
That we triumphant shouts may raise!
Let idols from their seats be hurl'd,
And all the earth thy glory praise!

ALLEN.

SECOND VERSION.-78. Kimball. Wilmot,

Praise to God.

1 LORD, I have a ready tongue,
Quick to sing, and give Thee praise ;
mf Wake, my soul, in joyful song;
Harp! thy notes of honor raise!

aff 2 Early, Lord, I will awake;
Gladly praise thy holy name;
All the people I will make
Praise to hear, which I proclaim.
3 For thy goodness, Lord, is great,
Reaching to the heav'ns on high,
And thy truth, which sinners hate,
Reacheth far beyond the sky.

4 Save, O Lord, with thy right hand,
Those, whom Thou dost freely love;
Let them keep thy just command,

Guide Thou them to heav'n above! ALLEN.

PSALM 109.-C. P. M. Norway. Foster.
Christ's Prayer and Exaltation.

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1 "I LOV'D them, but my life they sought; Against me without cause they fought, And hatred gave for love;

Yet for my murderers I prayed,

And by my blood God's vengeance stayed,—
His judgments from above.

2 "I said,-Lord, hear my bitter cry,
Let thy redeeming hand be nigh,
To bring me from my wo;

That man may see thy wondrous pow'r,
And hope for mercy's joyful hour,
And thy salvation know!"

3 Thus JESUS pray'd, nor pray'd in vain,
For, though He died, He liv'd again,
And lives forevermore;

He rose triumphant from the grave,
And ever reigns with pow'r to save!-
Savior! we Thee adore!

ALLEN.

110. FIRST VERSION.-L. M. Appleton. Duke Str.

Messiah's Power.

1 THUS the eternal Father spake
To Christ, the Son, "Ascend, and sit
At my right hand, till I shall make
Thy foes submissive at thy feet.

2 "From Zion shall thy word proceed;
Thy word, the sceptre in thy hand,
Shall make the hearts of rebels bleed,
And bow their wills to thy command.
"That day shall show, thy pow'r is great,
When saints shall flock with willing minds,
And sinners crowd thy temple gate,
Where holiness in beauty shines!"

mf 4 0 blessed pow'r, O glorious day!
What a large vict'ry shall ensue?
And converts, who thy grace obey,
Exceed the drops of morning dew! WATTS.
SECOND VERSION.-C. M. Beverly. Dedham.
Christ's Kingdom and Priesthood.

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1 JESUS, our Lord! ascend thy throne,
And near thy Father sit;

In Zion shall thy pow'r be known,
And make thy foes submit.

2 Jesus, our Priest, forever lives,
To plead for us above:

Jesus, our King, forever gives
The blessings of his love.

3 God shall exalt his glorious head,

And his high throne maintain;

Shall strike the pow'rs and princes dead,

Who dare oppose his reign.

WATTS.

THIRD VERSION-H. M. Harwich. Stow.

Christ a King and Priest.

1 AT God's right hand, behold,-
Triumphant from the dead,
O'er all things made the head,-
JESUS his seat doth hold: