Ver. 161, 78.

3 They hate me, Lord, without a cause,
They hate to see me love thy laws;
But I will trust, and fear thy name,
Till pride and malice die with shame.

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L. M. SECOND PART. Quercy. [*]
Afflictions sanctified.

Ver. 67, 59.

FATHER, I bless thy gentle hand-
How kind was thy chastising rod!
That forced my conscience to a stand,
And brought my wandering soul to God!
e 2 Foolish and vain, I went astray,
Ere I had felt thy scourges, Lord;
I left my guide, and lost my way,
-But now I love, and keep thy word.
Ver. 71.

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3 'Tis good for me to bear the yoke,
For pride is apt to rise and swell;
"Tis good to bear my Father's stroke,
That I might learn his statutes well.
Ver. 72.

o 4 The law, that issues from thy mouth,
Shall raise my cheerful passions more
Than all the treasures of the south,
Or western hills of golden ore.

Ver. 73.

-5 Thy hands have made my mortal frame,
Thy Spirit formed my soul within;
Teach me to know thy wondrous name,
And guard me safe from death and sin.
Ver. 74.

o 6 Then all who love and fear the Lord,
In my salvation shall rejoice;
For I have hoped in thy word,

And made thy grace my only choice.

PSALM 120. C. M. Dorset. [* b]

Complaint of Strife, and Desire for Peace.

HOU God of love, thou ever blest,

Pity my suffering state;

When wilt thou set my soul at rest

From lips that love deceit !

2 Hard lot of mine! my days are cast
Among the sons of strife,

Whose never-ceasing brawlings waste
My golden hours of life.

3 O might I fly to change my place,
How would I choose to dwell
In some wide, lonesome wilderness,
And leave these gates of hell!
4 Peace is the blessing that I seek,
How lovely are its charms!
I am for peace; but when I speak,
They all declare for arms.

5 New passions still their souls engage,
And keep their malice strong;
What shall be done to curb thy rage,
O thou devouring tongue!

6 Should burning arrows smite thee through,
Strict justice would approve;
But I had rather spare my foe,

And melt his heart with love.

PSALM 121. L. M. Sheffield. Truro. [*]

Divine Protection.

to the hills I lift mine eyes,
Th eternal hills beyond the skies;

Thence all her help my soul derives:
There my almighty refuge lives.]

g 2 He lives! the everlasting God,

Who built the world, who spread the flood,
The heavens with all their hosts he made,
And the dark regions of the dead!

-3 He guides our feet, he guards our way;
His morning smiles bless all the day;
He spreads the evening veil, and keeps
The silent hours while Israel sleeps.

o 4 Israel, a name divinely blest,
May rise secure, securely rest;
Thy holy Guardian's wakeful eyes
Admit no slumber or surprise.

-5 No sun shall smite thy head by day;
Nor the pale moon, with sickly ray,
Shall blast thy couch; no baleful star
Dart his malignant fire so far.

o 6 Should earth and hell with malice burn, Still thou shalt go, and still return, Safe in the Lord; his heavenly care Defends thy life from every snare. -7 On thee foul spirits have no power; e And, in thy last, departing hour, o Angels, who trace the airy road, Shall bear thee homeward to thy God.

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C. M. Mear, [*]

Preservation by Day and Night.

10 heaven I lift my waiting eyes, There all my hopes are laid; The Lord, who built the earth and skies, Is my perpetual aid.

2 Their feet shall never slide to fall,
Whom he designs to keep:

His ear attends the softest call;
His eyes can never sleep.

3 He will sustain our weakest powers,
With his almighty arm;

And watch our most unguarded hours,
Against surprising harm.

4 Israel, rejoice, and rest secure,
Thy keeper is the Lord;

His wakeful eyes employ his power
For thine eternal guard.

5 Nor scorching sun, nor sickly moon
Shall have his leave to smite;

He shields thy head from burning noon,
From blasting damps at night.

6 He guards thy soul, he keeps thy breath,
Where thickest dangers come;
Go and return, secure from death,
Till God commands thee home.]

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P. M. Allerton. [*]

God our Prescrver.

[PWARD I lift mine eyes,
From God is all my aid;

The God who built the skies,
And earth and nature made

God is the tower

To which I fly;
His grace is nigh
In every hour.

2 My feet shall never slide,
And fall in fatal snares;

Since God, my guard and guide
Defends me from my fears.
Those wakeful eyes

That never sleep,
Shall Israel keep
When dangers rise.

3 No burning heats by day,
Nor blasts of evening air,

Shall take my

health away,

If God be with me there:

Thou art my sun,
And thou my shade,
To guard my head,
By night or noon.

4 Hast thou not given thy word,
To save my soul from death?
And I can trust my Lord
To keep my mortal breath:

I'll go and come,
Nor fear to die,
Till from on high,
Thou call me home.

PSALM 122. C. M. Hymn 2d. Bethlehem. [*]

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HOW

Going to Church.

TOW did my heart rejoice to hear
My friends devoutly say,

"In Zion let us all appear,

"And keep the solemn day!"

-2 I love her gates, I love the road!
The church, adorned with grace,
Stands like a palace built for God,
To show his milder face.

o 3 Up to her courts, with joys unknown,
The holy tribes repair;

e The Son of David holds his throne,

And sits in judgment there

4 He hears our praises, and complaints; e And while his awful voice Divides the sinners from the saints, We tremble, and rejoice!

b 5 Peace be within this sacred place, And joy a constant guest!

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With holy gifts and heavenly grace,
Be her attendants blest.

-6 My soul shall pray for Zion still,
While life or breath remains;
Here my best friends, my kindred dwell,
Here God, my Saviour, reigns.

P. M. Dalston. [*]

Joy in the Worship and Blessedness of Zion.

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HOW

OW pleased and blest was I,
To hear the people cry,

"Come, let us seek our God to-day!"
Yes, with a cheerful zeal,
We'll haste to Zion's hill,

And there our vows and honours pay.

2 Zion, thrice happy place,
Adorned with wondrous grace,

And walls of strength embrace thee round;
In thee our tribes appear,

To pray, and praise, and hear

The sacred gospel's joyful sound.

3 Here David's greater Son
Has fixed his royal throne;

He sits for grace and judgment here:
He bids the saints be glad;

He makes the sinner sad;
-And humble souls rejoice with fear.

4 May peace attend thy gate,
And joy within thee wait,

To bless the soul of every guest;
The man who seeks thy peace,
And wishes thine increase,
• A thousand blessings on him rest.

5 My tongue repeats her vows"Peace to this sacred house!" -For here my friends and kindred dwell;

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