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3 Their cruel plough hath torn my flesh,
With furrows long and deep;
Hourly they vexed my wounds afresh;
Nor let my sorrows sleep.

4 The Lord grew angry on his throne,
And with impartial eye,

Measured the mischiefs they had done,
And let his arrows fly.

5 How was their insolence surprised
To hear his thunders roll!
And all the foes of Zion seized

With horror to the soul.

6 Thus shall the men, who hate the saints,
Be blasted from the sky;
Their glory fades, their courage faints,
And all their projects die.

7 What though they flourish tall and fair,
They have no root beneath :

Their growth shall perish in despair,
And lie despised in death.

8 So corn that on the house-top stands,
No hope of harvest gives;

The reaper ne'er shall fill his hands,
Nor binder fold the sheaves.

9 It springs and withers on the place:
No traveller bestows

A word of blessing on the grass,
Nor minds it as he goes.]

PSALM 130. C. M. Abridge. Sunday. [*]

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Pardoning Grace.

UT of the deeps of long distress,
The borders of despair,

I sent my cries to seek thy grace,
My groans to move thine ear.

a 2 Great God, should thy severer eye,
And thine impartial hand,

Mark and revenge iniquity,

No mortal flesh could stand.

-3 But there are pardons with my God,
For crimes of high degree;

Thy Son has bought them with his blood,
To draw us near to thee.

4 [I wait for thy salvation, Lord,
With strong desires I wait;
My soul, invited by thy word,
Stands watching at thy gate.]

e 5 (Just as the guards that keep the night
Long for the morning skies,

Watch the first beams of breaking light,
And meet them with their eyes ;—

6 So waits my soul to see thy grace,
And more intent than they,
Meets the first openings of thy face,
And finds a brighter day.)

o 7 Then in the Lord let Israel trust,
Let Israel seek his face;

The Lord is good as well as just,
And plenteous is his grace.
o 8 There's full redemption at his throne,
For sinners long enslaved;
The great Redeemer is his Son;
And Israel shall be saved.

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L. M. Bath. Armley. [*]
Pardoning Grace.

FRO

ROM deep distress, and troubled thoughts,
To thee, my God, I raise my cries:

If thou severely mark our faults,

No flesh can stand before thine eyes.

-2 But thou hast built thy throne of grace,
Free to dispense thy pardons there;
That sinners may approach thy face,
And hope and love, as well as fear.
e 3 As the benighted pilgrims wait,
And long and wish for breaking day,
So waits my soul before thy gate;
When will my God his face display?
o 4 My trust is fixed upon thy word,
Nor shall I trust thy word in vain;
Let mourning souls address the Lord,
And find relief from all their pain.

g 5 Great is his love, and large his grace,
Through the redemption of his Son;
He turns our feet from sinful ways,
And pardons what our hands have done

PSALM 131. C. M.

York. [b]

Humility and Submission.

e 1 Search, gracious God, and see ;

S there ambition in my heart?

Or do I act a haughty part?
Lord, I appeal to thee.

a 2 I charge my thoughts, be humble still,
And all my carriage mild;

Content, my Father, with thy will,
And quiet as a child.

-3 The patient soul, the lowly mind,
Shall have a large reward;

Let saints in sorrow lie resigned,
And trust a faithful Lord.

PSALM 132. L. M.

Leeds. [*]

Ver. 5, 13-18. The House of God.

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WHERE shall we go, to seek and find
A habitation for our God?

A dwelling for th' Eternal Mind,
Among the sons of flesh and blood?

o 2 The God of Jacob chose the hill
Of Zion for his ancient rest;
And Zion is his dwelling still;

His church is with his presence blest.
-3 Here will I fix my gracious throne,
And reign forever, saith the Lord;
• Here shall my power and love be known
And blessings shall attend my word.
e 4 Here will I meet the hungry poor,
And fill their souls with living bread:
Sinners who wait before my door,
With sweet provision shall be fed.

-5 Girded with truth, and clothed with grace, My priests, my ministers shall shine: Not Aaron in his costly dress,

Made an appearance so divine

• 6 The saints, unable to contain

Their inward joys, shall shout and sing;

The Son of David here shall reign,

And Zion triumph in her King

7 [Jesus shall see a numerous seed,
Born here t' uphold his glorious name;
His crown shall flourish on his head,
While all his foes are clothed with shame.]

C. M. Christmas. Swanwick. [*]

V. 4, 5, 7, 8, 15-17. God's Presence the Glory of His

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House.

INO sleep nor slumber to his eyes

Good David would afford,

Till he had found below the skies,
A dwelling for the Lord.

2 The Lord in Zion placed his name,
His ark was settled there :

To Zion the whole nation came,
To worship thrice a year.

3 But we have no such lengths to go,
Nor wander far abroad;
Where'er thy saints assemble now,
There is a house for God.]

PAUSE.

o 4 Arise, O King of grace, arise, And enter to thy rest;

e Lo! thy church waits with longing eyes, Thus to be owned and blessed.

e 5 Enter, with all thy glorious train,
Thy Spirit and thy word;

All that the ark did once contain,
Could no such grace afford.

6 Here, mighty God, accept our vows;
Here let thy praise be spread :
Bless the provisions of thy house,
And fill thy poor with bread.

o 7 Here let the Son of David reign,
Let God's Anointed shine;
Justice and truth his court maintain,
With love and power divine.

g 8 Here let him hold a lasting throne;
And, as his kingdom grows,

Fresh honours shall adorn his crown,
And shame confound his foes.

PSALM 133. C. M. Hymn 2d. St. Ann's. [*] Brotherly Love.

1L Are brethren who agree!

O, what an entertaining sight,

Brethren whose cheerful hearts unite,
In bands of piety!

2 When streams of love from Christ the spring,
Descend to every soul,

And heavenly peace, with balmy wing,
Shades and bedews the whole.

3 'Tis like the oil, divinely sweet,
On Aaron's reverend head;

The trickling drops perfumed his feet,
And o'er his garments spread.

4 'Tis pleasant as the morning dews,
That fall on Zion's hill;
Where God his mildest glory shews,
And makes his grace distil.

S. M. Peckham. [*]

Union and Peace.

LEST are the sons of peace,

b1BLEST are tht and hopes are one;

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Whose kind designs to serve and please,
Through all their actions run.

2 Blest is the pious house,

Where zeal and friendship meet;
Their songs of praise, their mingled vows,
Make their communion sweet.

3 Thus, when on Aaron's head,
They poured the rich perfume,
The oil through all his raiment spread,
And pleasure filled the room.

• 4 Thus on the heavenly hills,
The saints are blest above;
Where joy like morning dew distils,
And all the air is love.

P. M. Dalston. [*]

The Blessings of Friendship. b1H Kindred and friends agree! OW pleasant 'tis to see

Each in their proper station move ;-
And each fulfill their part,