e He, in a time of general grief, -Shall find the Lord has mercy too.

3 His soul shall live secure on earth, With secret blessings on his head; o When drought, and pestilence, and death, Around him multiply their dead.

e 4 Or, if he languish on his couch, -God will pronounce his sins forgiven; o Will save him with a healing touch, Or take his willing soul to heaven.

PSALM 42. C. M. FIRST PART. Plymouth. [b] Ver. 1-5. Desertion and Hope.

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ITH earnest longings of the mind,
My God, to thee I look ;

-So pants the hunted hart to find,

And taste the cooling brook.

e 2 When shall I see thy courts of grace, And meet my God again?

e So long an absence from thy face My heart endures with pain.

3 Temptations vex my weary soul, And tears are my repast;

-The foe insults without control,

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"And where's your God at last?' p 4 'Tis with a mournful pleasure now I think on ancient days;

Then to thy house did numbers go,
And all our work was praise.

e 5 But why, my soul, sunk down so far,
Beneath this heavy load?

Why do my thoughts indulge despair,
And sin against my God?

-6 Hope in the Lord, whose mighty hand
Can all thy woes remove,

o For I shall yet before him stand, And sing restoring love.

And times of past distress record,

When I have found my God was kind. e 2 Huge troubles, with tumultuous noise, Swell like a sea, and round me spread; Thy water-spouts drown all my joys, And rising waves roll o'er my head. -3 Yet will the Lord command his love, When I address his throne by day; Nor in the night his grace remove, The night shall hear me sing and pray. e 4 I'll cast myself before his feet, d And say, "My God, my heavenly Rock, p"Why doth thy love so long forget

"The soul that groans beneath thy stroke?" -5 I'll chide my heart that sinks so low; e Why should my soul indulge in grief? o Hope in the Lord, and praise him too; He is my rest, my sure relief.

o 6 Thy light and truth shall guide me still; Thy word shall my best thoughts employ, And lead me to thy holy hill,

My God, my most exceeding joy.

PSALM 44. C. M.

China. Bedford. [b]

✓. 1, 2, 3, 8, 15-26. The Church's Complaint in Per

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LORD, we have heard thy works of old,
Thy works of power and grace,

When to our ears our fathers told

The wonders of their days :

2 How thou didst build thy churches here
And make thy gospel known;
Amongst them did thine arm appear,
Thy light and glory shone.

> 3 In God they boasted all the day,
And in a cheerful throng,

Did thousands meet to praise and pray,
And grace was all their song.

e 4 But now our souls are seized with shame,
Confusion fills our face,

To hear the enemy blaspheme,

And fools reproach thy grace.

-5 [Yet have we not forgot our God, Nor falsely dealt with heaven;

Nor have our steps declined the road
Of duty thou hast given :---

e 6 Though dragons all around us roar,
With their destructive breath,

And thine own hand has bruised us sore,
Hard by the gates of death.

PAUSE.

7 We are exposed all day to die,
As martyrs for thy cause;

As sheep for slaughter bound we lie
By sharp and bloody laws.]

-8 Awake, arise, Almighty Lord,
Why sleeps thy wonted grace!

e Why should we look like men abhorred,
Or banished from thy face?

9 [Wilt thou forever cast us off,
And still neglect our cries?
Forever hide thine heavenly love,
From our afflicted eyes s?

p 10 Down to the dust our soul is bowed,
And dies upon the ground;

d Rise for our help, rebuke the proud, And all their powers confound.]

-11 Redeem us from perpetual shame, Our Saviour, and our God;

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We plead the honours of thy name,
The merits of thy blood.

PSALM 45. S. M. Dover. [*]
The Glory of Christ.

MY Saviour and my King,

Thy beauties are divine;
Thy lips with blessings overflow,
And every grace is thine.

2 Now make thy glories known,
Gird on thy dreadful sword,

And ride in majesty, to spread

The conquests of thy word.

3 Strike through thy stubborn foes,
Or melt their hearts t' obey;

-While justice, meekness, grace, and truth,
Attend thy glorious way.

4 Thy laws, O God, are right,
Thy throne shall ever stand;
And thy victorious gospel proves
A sceptre in thy hand.

0 5 Thy Father and thy God,
Hath, without measure, shed
His Spirit like a joyful oil

T'anoint thy sacred head.

e 6 Behold, at thy right hand
The Gentile church is seen
Like a fair bride in rich attire,

And princes guard the queen.
7 Fair bride, receive his love,
Forget thy Father's house,
Forsake thy gods, thy idol gods,
And pay thy Lord thy vows.

o 80 let thy God and King

Thy sweetest thoughts employ; o Thy children shall his honours sing In palaces of joy.]

C. M. Arundel. Mear. [*]

Glories and Government of Christ.

I'LL speak the honours of my King,
His form divinely fair;

None of the sons of mortal race

May with the Lord compare.

b 2 Sweet is thy speech, and heavenly grace Upon thy lips is shed,

-Thy God with blessings infinite

Hath crowned thy sacred nead.

g 3 Gird on thy sword, victorious Prince, Ride with najestic sway;

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Thy terror shall strike through thy foes,
And make the world obey.

4 Thy throne, O God, forever stands,
Thy word of grace shall prove
A peaceful sceptre in thy hands,
To rule thy saints by love.

-5 Justice and truth attend thee still;
But mercy is thy choice;

u And God, thy God, thy soul shall fill,

With most peculiar joys.

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L. M. FIRST PART. Blendon. [*]
The Glory of Christ and Power of his Gospel.
N The glories of my Saviour King;
my heart inspired to sing

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e Jesus the Lord, how heavenly fair
His form! how bright his beauties are!
-2 O'er all the sons of human race
He shines with a superior grace;
o Love from his lips divinely flows,
And blessings all his state compose.
3 Dress thee in arms, most mighty Lord,
Gird on the terror of thy sword;

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In majesty and glory ride,

With truth and meekness at thy side. e 4 Thine anger, like a pointed dart, Shall pierce the foes of stubborn heart; e Or words of mercy, kind and sweet, Shall melt the rebels at thy feet.

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5 Thy throne, O God, forever stands, Grace is the sceptre in thy hands; Thy laws and works are just and right, Justice and grace are thy delight. -6 God, thine own God, has richly shed His oil of gladness on thy head;

o And with his sacred Spirit blest His first-born Son above the rest.

L. M. SECOND PART. Oporto. Green's. [*]

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Christ and his Church.

TAdorned with majesty and grace!

HE King of saints, how fair his face.

o He comes with blessings from above,
And wins the nations to his love.

b 2 At his right hand, our eyes behold
The queen, arrayed in purest gold;
-The world admires her heavenly dress,
Her robe of joy and righteousness.

3 He forms her beauties like his own,
He calls and seats her near his throne;
b Fair stranger, let thy heart forget
The idols of thy native state.

-4 So shall the King the more rejoice In thee, the favorite of his choice;