Harmonious anthems raise;

To him who shap'd your finer mould,
And tipp'd your glitt'ring wings with gold,
And tun'd your voice to praise.
4 Let man by nobler passions sway'd,
The feeling heart, the judging head,
In heav'nly praise employ;
Spread the Creator's fame around,

Till heav'n's broad arch rings back the sound,
The general burst of joy.

PSALM CXLIX. 1-6.

1 Prepare a new song
Jehovah to praise,
Amidst the full throng
His honours to raise.
O Israel forever
Thy Maker adore;
Exult in thy Saviour,
Thy King evermore.

2 Encircling his throne
With sacred delight,

His glories alone,

Your praises unite; Your voices combining,

Touch every

sweet string,

In harmony joining

Jehovah to sing.

3 His people have found How he loveth his own;

With beauty adorn'd,

The meek he will crown;

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Exalted in glory,

His servants he'll saveMy God, they'll adore thee When rais'd from the

grave.

4 Ye saints of the Lord,
As round him ye stand,
The two edged sword,
His word in your hand;
To sound his high praises,
Your voices employ;
To triumph he raises,

And crowns you with joy.

PSALM CL.

1 Praise, O praise the name divine;
Praise it at the hallow'd shrine;
Let the firmament on high,
To its Maker's praise reply.
2 Every tongue and every chord,
Praise the name of Jacob's Lord;
Let his acts and pow'r supreme,
Be of all your songs the theme.
3 Be the harp no longer mute;
Sound the trumpet, touch the lute;
Wake to life each tuneful string;
Bring the pipe, the timbrel bring.
4 Let the organ in his praise
Learn its loudest notes to raise;
And the cymbal's varying sound,
From the vaulted roof rebound.

5 All who vital breath enjoy,
In his praise that breath employ;

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And in one great chorus join; Praise, O praise the name divine. 6 Praise the name of God most high; Praise him all below the sky; Praise him all ye heavenly host, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.

END OF THE PSALMS.

PART II.

HYMNS.

SUITED TO THE FESTIVALS, FASTS AND VARIOUS OCCSAIONS OF PUBLIC WORSHIP.

ADVENT.

HYMN 1.

1 From Jesse's root, behold a branch arise, Whose sacred flower with fragrance fills the skies:

The ethereal spirit o'er its leaves shall move, And on its top descends the mystic dove.

2 Peace o'er the world her olive branch extends, And white rob'd innocence from heav'n descends;

Fly swift the years, and rise th' expected morn! O spring to light! Auspicious babe be born! 3 See, Nature hastes her earliest wreaths to bring, With all the incense of the breathing spring: See spicy clouds from lowly Sharon rise, And Carmel's flowery top perfume the skies. 4 Hark! a glad voice the lonely desert cheers, Prepare the way! thy God, thy God appears!

Thy God, thy God!-the vocal hills reply, The rocks proclaim the approaching deity. 5 Lo! earth receives him from the bending skies; Sink down ye mountains, and ye vallies rise; With heads declin'd, ye cedars homage pay; Be smooth ye rocks; ye rapid floods give way. 6 The Saviour comes, by ancient bards foretold: Hear him, ye deaf; and all ye blind, behold; The dumb shall sing, the lame his crutch forego, And leap exulting like the bounding roe.

7 No sigh, no murmur the wide world shall hear; From every face he wipes off every tear:

In adamantine chains shall death be bound, And hell's fierce tyrant feel th' eternal wound.

1 Hark! the glad sound-the Saviour comes,
The Saviour promis'd long;
Let every heart prepare a throne,

And every voice a song.

2 He comes the pris'ners to release
In Satan's bondage held:

The gates of brass before him burst,
The iron fetters yield.

3 He comes from thickest films of vice
To clear the mental ray,

And on the eyes oppress'd with night
To pour celestial day.

4 He comes to bind the broken heart,
To make the wounded whole;
To preach glad tidings to the meek,
And bless the humble soul.*