2 Thine arrows stick within my heart,
My flesh is sorely pressed;
Between the sorrow and the smart,
My spirit finds no rest.

e 3 My sins a heavy load appear,
And o'er my head are gone;

p The burden, Lord, I cannot bear,
Nor e'er the guilt atone.

4 My thoughts are like a troubled sea,
My head still bending down;
And I go mourning all the day,
Beneath my Father's frown.

5 [Lord, I am weak and broken sore,
None of my powers are whole;
The inward anguish makes me roar,
The anguish of my soul.]

-6 All my desire to thee is known,
Thine eye counts every tear;
And every sigh, and every groan,
Is noticed by thine ear.

o 7 Thou art my God, my only hope,
My God will hear my cry;
My God will bear my spirit up,
When Satan bids me die.

8 [My foot is ever apt to slide,
My foes rejoice to see't;

They raise their pleasure and their pride,
When they supplant my feet.

e 9 But I'll confess my guilt to thee,
And grieve for all my sin;

p I'll mourn how weak my graces be, And beg support divine.

e 10 My God, forgive my follies past, And be forever nigh;

O Lord of my salvation haste

Before thy servant die.]

PSALM 39. C. M. FIRST PART. Barby. [*]

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Verse 1, 2, 3.

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Prudence and Zeal.

HUS I resolved before the Lord, "Now will I watch my tongue; "Lest I let slip one sinful word,

"Or do my neighbour wrong."

-2 If I am e'er constrained to stay
With men of lives profane,
I'll set a double guard that day,
Nor let my talk be vain.

3 I'll scarce allow my lips to speak
The pious thoughts I feel;

Lest scoffers should th' occasion take
To mock my holy zeal.

o 4 Yet if some proper hour appear,
I'll not be overawed;

• But let the scoffing sinners hear, That I can speak for God.

C. M. SECOND PART. Bangor. Canterbury. [b] Ver. 4, 5, 6, 7. The Vanity of Man as mortal.

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EACH me the measure of my days,
Thou Maker of my frame;

I would survey life's narrow space,
And learn how frail I am.

e 2 A span is all that we can boast,
An inch or two of time;

Man is but vanity and dust,

In all his flower and prime.

e 3 See the vain race of mortals move, Like shadows o'er the plain;

o They rage and strive, desire and love, But all their noise is vain.

4 Some walk in honour's gaudy show;
Some dig for golden ore;

They toil for heirs they know not who
And straight are seen no more.

e 5 What should I wish, or wait for then,
From creatures, earth, and dust?

e They make our expectations vain, And disappoint our trust.

-6 Now I forbid my carnal hope,
My fond desires recall;

I give my mortal interest up,
And make my God my all.

C. M. THIRD PART. Dorset. Bishopsgate. [b]

Ver. 9-13. Sick-bed Devotion.

G Behold the pains I feel;

OD of my life, look gently down,

e But I am dumb before thy throne,
Nor dare dispute thy will.
-2 Diseases are thy servants, Lord,
They come at thy command;
I'll not attempt a murmuring word,
Against thy chastening hand.

e 3 Yet may I plead with humble cries,
Remove thy sharp rebukes;

My strength consumes, my spirit dies,
Through thy repeated strokes.

p 4 Crushed as a moth beneath thy hand,
We moulder to the dust;
Our feeble powers can ne'er withstand,
And all our beauty's lost.

5 [This mortal life decays apace,
How soon the bubble's broke;
Adam and all his numerous race
Are vanity and smoke.]

-6 I'm but a sojourner below,
As all my fathers were;
May I be well prepared to go,
When I the summons hear.

7 But if my life be spared a while,
Before my last remove,

o Thy praise shall be my business still, And I'll declare thy love.

PSALM 40. C. M. 1st Pr. Abridge. York. [*] V. 1, 2, 3, 5, 17. A Song of Deliverance from Distress.

WAITED patient for the Lord;

He bowed to hear my cry;
He saw me resting on his word,
And brought salvation nigh.

-2 He raised me from a horrid pit,
Where mourning long I lay;
And from my bonds released my feet,
Deep bonds of miry clay.

o 3 Firm on a rock he made me stand,
And taught my cheerful tongue
To praise the wonders of his hand,
In a new thankful song.

• 4 I'll spread his works of grace abroad;
The saints with joy shall hear;
And sinners learn to make my God
Their only hope and fear.

e 5 How many are thy thoughts of love!
Thy mercies, Lord, how great!

-We have not words, nor hours enough,
Their numbers to repeat.

6 When I'm afflicted, poor and low,
And light and peace depart;

• My God beholds my heavy woe,

And bears me on his heart.

Ver. 6-9.

C. M. SECOND PART. Sunday. Bethlehem. [*]
The Incarnation and Sacrifice of Christ.
HUS saith the Lord, "Your work is vain,
"Give your burnt offerings o'er;

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"In dying goats, and bullocks slain. "My soul delights no more.'

2 Then spake the Saviour, "Lo, I'm here, "My God, to do thy will;

"Whate'er thy sacred books declare.
"Thy servant shall fulfill."

3 ["Thy law is ever in my sight,
"I keep it near my heart;
"Mine ears are opened with delight
"To what thy lips impart."]

o 4 And see-the blest Redeemer comes-
Th' eternal Son appears;

And at th' appointed time assumes
The body God prepares.

5 Much he revealed his Father's grace,
And much his truth he showed;
And preached the way of righteousness,
Where great assemblies stood.

e 6 His Father's honour touched his heart,
He pitied sinners' cries;

And, to fulfill a Saviour's part,

Was made a sacrifice.

p 7 No blood of beasts, on altars shed, Could wash the conscience clean;

o But the rich sacrifice he paid

Atones for all our sin.

• 8 Then was the great salvation spread,
And Satan's kingdom shook;
Thus by the woman's Promised Seed,
The serpent's head was broke.

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THE wonders, Lord, thy love has wrought, Exceed our praise, surmount our thought; Should I attempt the long detail,

My speech would faint, my numbers fail.
e 2 No blood of beasts on altars spilt,
Can cleanse the souls of men from guilt;
-But thou hast set before our eyes
An all-sufficient sacrifice.

o 3 Lo! thine eternal Son appears,
To thy designs he bows his ears;
Assumes a body well prepared,
And well performs a work so hard.
d 4" Behold I come," the Saviour cries,
With love and duty in his eyes;
"I come to bear the heavy load
"Of sins, and do thy will, my God.
5 ""Tis written in thy great decree,
""Tis in the book foretold of me.
"I must fulfill the Saviour's part,
"And lo! thy law is in my heart.
6"I'll magnify thy holy law,'
"And rebels to obedience draw,
"When on my cross I'm lifted high,
"Or to my crown above the sky.

7 "The Spirit shall descend and show
"What thou hast done, and what I do;
"The wondering world shall learn thy grace,
"Thy wisdom and thy righteousness."]

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PSALM 41. L. M. Armley. Shoel. [*] Ver. 1, 2, 3. The merciful Man. LEST is the man, whose bowels move, And melt with pity to the poor; p Whose soul, by sympathizing love, Feels what his fellow saints endure. -2 His heart contrives for their relief More good than his own hands can do;