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ANDERNACH. L. M. (Rex gloriose Martyrum ?)*


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YOD'S glory the vast heavens proclaim;

The firmament, His mighty frame.
Day unto day, and night to night
Tho wonders of His works recite.
To these nor speech nor words belong,
Yet understood without a tongue.
The globe of earth they compass round;
Through all the world disperse their sound.
God's laws are perfect, and restore
The soul to life, though dead before.
His testimonies, firmly true,
With wisdom simple men endue.

• From • Spiritual Songs of the Brotherhood of St. Cecilia,' Andernach, 1608.

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THE spacious firmament on high,

With all the blue ethereal sky,
The spangled heavens, a shining frame,
Their great original proclaim.
The unwearied sun from day to day
Does his Creator's power display,
And publishes to every land
The work of an Almighty hand.

Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And nightly to the listening earth
Repeats the story of her birth;
Whilst all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.

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(1. 6; 7. 9.) N. V. THE Lord to thy request attend,

And hear thee in distress; The Name of Jacob's God defend,

And grant thy arms success. Our hopes are fix'd, that now the Lord

Our sov’reign will defend ; From heaven

resistless aid afford,
And to his prayer attend.
Some trust in steeds for war design'd,

On chariots some rely;
Against them all we'll call to mind

The power of God most high.
Still save us, Lord, and still proceed

Our rightful cause to bless ; Hear, King of heaven, in times of need, The prayers that we address,


(1, 2. 10, 11.) N. V. My God, my God, why leav’st Thou me

When I with anguish faint ? O why so far from me removed,

And from my loud complaint ?
All day, but all the day unheard,

To Thee do I complain;
With cries implore relief all night,

But cry all night in vain.
Thou, guardian-like, didst shield from

My helpless infant days; [wrongs And since hast been my God and guide

Through life's bewilder'd ways.
Withdraw not then so far from me,

When trouble is so nigh;
O send me help! Thy help, on which

I only can rely.


Rev. W. JONES. Died, 1799.

See Psalm LXXXI.

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'1.-(1, 2, 3.5) 0. V. My Shepherd is the living Lord,

Nothing therefore I need :
In pastures fair, near pleasant streams,

He setteth me to feed.
He shall convert and glad my soul,

And bring my mind in frame,
To walk in paths of righteousness,

For His most holy Name,
Yea, though I walk in vale of death,

Yet will I fear no ill:
Thy rod and staff do comfort me,

And Thou art with me still.
Through all my life Thy favour is

So frankly show'd to me, That in Thy house for evermore My dwelling-place shall be.


11.-(1, 2, 3, 4. 6.) THE Lord Himself, the mighty Lord,

Vouchsafes be my Guide;
The Shepherd, by whose constant care

My wants are all supplied,
In tender grass He makes me feed,

And gently there repose ;
Then leads me to cool shades, and where

Refreshing water flows.
He does my wand'ring soul reclaim,

And, to His endless praise,
Instruct with humble zeal to walk

In His most righteous ways. I

pass the gloomy vale of death,

From fear and danger free ;
For there His aiding rod and staff

Defend and comfort me.
Since God does thus His wondrous love

Through all my life extend, That life to Him I will devote,

And in His temple spend.

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