4 Where’er he spreads his beams abroad,
He smiles and speaks his maker God;
All nature joins to shew thy praise: 
Thus God, in every creature shines;
Fair is the book of nature’s lines,
But fairer is thy book of grace.

Pause.

5 I love the volumes of thy word;
What light and joy those leaves afford
To souls benighted and distrest! 
Thy precepts guide my doubtful way,
Thy fear forbids my feet to stray;
Thy promise leads my heart to rest.

6 From the discoveries of thy law
The perfect rules of life I draw,
These are my study and delight: 
Not honey so invites the taste,
Nor gold, that hath the furnace past,
Appears so pleasing to the sight.

7 Thy threatenings wake my slumbering eyes,
And warn me where my danger lies;
But ’tis thy blessed gospel, Lord,
That makes my guilty conscience clean,
Converts my soul, subdues my sin,
And gives a free but large reward.

8 Who knows the errors of his thoughts? 
My God, forgive my secret faults,
And from presumptuous sins restrain;
Accept my poor attempts of praise
That I have read thy book of grace,
And book of nature, not in vain.

Psalm 20. 
Prayer and hope of victory. 
For a day of prayer in time of war.

1 Now may the God of power and grace
Attend his people’s humble cry! 
Jehovah hears when Israel prays,
And brings deliverance from on high.

2 The name of Jacob’s God defends
Better than shields or brazen walls;
He from his sanctuary sends
Succour and strength, when Zion calls.

3 Well he remembers all our sighs,
His love exceeds our best deserts,
His love accepts the sacrifice
Of humble groans and broken hearts.

4 In his salvation is our hope, And, in the name of Israel’s God, Our troops shall lift their banners up, Our navies spread their flags abroad.

5 Some trust in horses train’d for war,
And some of chariots make their boast;
Our surest expectations are
From thee, the Lord of heavenly hosts.

6 [O! may the memory of thy name Inspire our armies for the fight!  Our foes shall fall and die with shame, Or quit the field with shameful flight.]

7 Now save us, Lord, from slavish fear;
Now let our hopes be firm and strong,
Till the salvation shall appear,
And joy and triumph raise the song.

Psalm 21:1.  C. M.
Our king is the care of heaven.

1 The king, O Lord, with songs of praise,
Shall in thy strength rejoice;
And, blest with thy salvation, raise
To heaven his cheerful voice.

2 Thy sure defence, thro’ nations round,
Has spread his glorious name;
And his successful actions crown’d
With majesty and fame.

3 Then let the king on God alone
For timely aid rely;
His mercy shall support the throne,
And all our wants supply.