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The things so long foretold

By David are fulfill'd,
When Jews and Gentiles join'd to slay

Jesus thine holy child.]
Why did the Gentiles rage,

And Jews with one accord
Bend all their counsels to destroy

The Anointed of the Lord ?
Rulers and kings agree

To form a vain design;
Against the Lord their powers unite,
Against his Christ they join.
The Lord derides their rage,

And will support his throne;
He that hath raised him from the dead

Hath own's him for his Son.

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PAUSE.
6 Now he 's ascended high,

And asks to rule the earth;
The merit of his blood he pleads,
And pleads his heavenly birth.
He asks, and God bestows

A large inheritance;
Far as the world's remotest ends

His kingdom shall advance. 8 The nations that rebel

Must feel his iron rod; He'll vindicate those honours well

Which he received from God. 9 (Be wise, ye rulers, now,

And worship at his throne: With trembling joy, ye people, bow

To God's exalted Son. 10 If once his wrath arise,

Ye perish on the place;
Then blessed is the soul that flies

For refuge to his grace.]

6 With humble love address his throne,

For if he frown ye die;
Those are secure, and those alone,
Who on his grace rely.

L. M. Wareham, 117.
Christ's death, resurrection, &c.
VHY did the Jews proclaim their rage?

The Romans why their swords emAinet Pord their powers

ploy? Against the Lord their powers engage

His dear Anointed to destroy ? 2 Come, let us break his bands,'they say,

This man shall never give us laws;'
And thus they cast his yoke away,

And nail'd the Monarch to the cross. 3 But God, who high in glory reigns,

Laughs at their pride, their rage controls; He'ii vex their hearts with inward pains,

And speak in thunder to their souls. 4 ‘I will maintain the King I made

On Zion's everlasting hill,
My hand shall bring him from the dead.

And he shall stand your Sovereign still.'
5 (His wondrous rising from the earth
Makes his eternal Godhead known;
The Lord declares his heavenly birth :

* This day have I begot my Son.
6 Ascend, my Son, to my right hand,

There thou shalt ask, and I bestow,
The utmost bounds of heathen land:

To thee the northern isles shall bow.'] 7 But nations that resist his grace

Shall fall beneath his iron stroke;
His rod shall crush his foes with ease,
As potter's earthen work is broke.

PAUSE.
8 Now ye that sit on earthly thrones,

Be wise, and serve the Lord, the Lamb;
Now at his feet submit your crowns,

Rejoice and tremble at his name.
9 With humble love address the Son,

Lest he grow angry, and ye die;
His wrath will burn to worlds unknown,

If ye provoke his jealousy. 10 His storms shall drive you quick to

He is a God, and ye but dust ; [hell;
Happy the souls that know him well,
And make his grace their only trust.

C. M. Newbury, 132.

Doubts and fears suppressed.
1 MY God, how many are my fears !

W How fast my foes increase!
Conspiring my eternal death,

They break my present peace.
2 The lying tempter would persuade

There is no relief in heaven;
And all my swelling sins appear

Too big to be forgiven. 3 But thou, my glory and my strength,

Shalt on the tempter tread,
Shalt silence all my threat’ning guilt,
And raise my drooping head.

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St. James, 163.

The same.
I W HY did the nations join to slay

The Lord's anointed Son ?
Why did they cast his laws away,

And tread his gospel down? 2 The Lord that sits above the skies

Derides their rage below, He speaks with vengeance in his eyes,

And strikes their spirits through. 3 I call him my eternal Son,

And raise him from the lead : I inake my holy hill his throne,

And wide his kingdom spread. 4. Ask me, my Son, and then enjoy

The utmost heathen lands: Thy rod of iron shall destroy

The rebel that withstands.'
5 Be wise, ye rulers of the earth,

Obey the anointed Lord;
Adore the King of heavenly birth,

And tremble at his word.

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4 [I cried, and from his holy hill

6 Then shall my cheerful powers rejoice, He bow'd a listening ear;

At grace and favours so divine; I call'd my Father and my God,

Nor will I change my happy choice And he subdued my fear.

For all their corn and all their wine. 5 He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes,

In spite of all my foes;
I woke, and wonder'd at the grace

C. M. Bath Chapel, 26.
That guarded my repose.]

f Ver. 3—5, 8. An evening psalm. 6 What though the hosts of death and hell

I ORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray, All arm'd against me stood ?

U I am for ever thine; Terrors no more shall shake my soul;

I fear before thee all the day, My refuge is my God.

Nor would I dare to sin. 7 Arise, O Lord, fulfil thy grace, While I thy glory sing!

2 And while I rest my weary head,

From cares and business free, My God has broke the serpent's teeth,

'Tis sweet conversing on my bed And death has lost his sting.

With my own heart and thee. 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs,

3 I pay this evening sacrifice; His arm alone can save;

And when my work is done,
Blessings attend thy people here,
And reach beyond the grave.

Great God, my faith and hope relies

Upon thy grace alone.
L. M. Portugal, 97.

4 Thus with my thoughts composed to Ver. 1-5, 8. A morning psalm.

I'll give mine eyes to sleep ; (peace,

Thy hand in safety keeps my days, I LORD, how many are my foes,

And will my slumbers keep.
In this weak state of flesh and blood !
My peace they daily discompose;
But my defence and hope is God.

C. M. Bedford, 91. 2 Tired with the burdens of the day,

For the Lord's day morning.
To thee I raised my evening cry;
Thou heard'st when I began to pray,

I ORD, in the morning thou shalt hear And thine almighty help was nigh.

U My voice ascending high :

To thee will I direct my prayer, 3 Supported by thine heavenly aid,

To thee lift up mine eye-
I laid me down and slept secure;
Not death should make my heart afraid,

12 Up to the hills where Christ is gone Though I should wake and rise no more.

To plead for all his saints,

Presenting at his Father's throne 4 But God sustain's me all the night;

Our songs and our complaints.
Salvation doth to God belong :
He raised my head to see the light,

| 3 Thou art a God, before whose sight. And makes his praise my morning song.

The wicked shall not stand;
Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,

Nor dwell at thy right hand 1 L. M. Ulverston, 179,

| 4 But to thy house will I resort, V.1-3,5–7. God our portion and hope. To taste thy mercies there : 10 GOD of grace and righteousness, I will frequent thy holy court,

Hear and attend when I complain ; | And worship in thy fear. Thou hast enlarged me in distress,

5 O may thy Spirit guide my feet Bow down a gracious ear again,

In ways of righteousness; 2 Ye sons of men, in vain ye try

Make every path of duty straight
To turn my glory into shame;

And plain before my face!
How long will scoffers love to lie,
And dare reproach my Saviour's name?

PAUSE.
3 know that the Lord, divides his saints 16 Mv watchful enemies combine
From all the tribes of men beside;

To tempt my feet astray: He hears the cry of penitents

They flatter with a base design, For the dear sake of Christ that died. To make my soul their prey. 4 When our obedient hands have done 17 Lord, crush the serpent in the dust, A thousand works of righteousness,

And all his plots destroy ; We put our trust in God alone,

While those that in thy mercy trust And glory in his pardoning grace.

For ever shout with joy. 5 Let the unthinking many say,

18 The men that love and fear thy name Who will bestow some earthly good ?

Shall see their hopes fulfillid; But Lord, thy light and love we pray, The mighty God will compass them

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C. M. Walsal, 237.

2 With insolence and fury they Complaint in sickness, or diseases

My soul in pieces tear, healed.

As hungry lions rend the prey,

When no deliverer 's near.
I IN anger, Lord, rebuke me not;
I Withdraw the dreadful storm;

| 3 If I had e'er provoked them first, Nor let thy fury grow so hot

Or once abused my foe, Against a feeble worm.

Then let him tread my life to dust,

And lay mine honour low. 2 My soul's bow'd down with heavy cares, My flesh with pain oppress'd;

| 4 If there be malice hid in me, My couch is witness to my tears,

I know thy piercing eyes; My tears forbid my rest.

I should not dare appeal to thee,

Nor ask my God to rise. 3 Sorrow and pain wear out my days; I waste the night with cries,

5 Arise, my God, lift up thine hand, Counting the minutes as they pass,

Their pride and power control; Till the slow morning rise.

Awake to judgment, and command

Deliverance for my soul.
4 Shall I be still tormented more?
Mine eye consumed with grief?

PAUSE.
How long, my God, how long before
Thine hand afford relief?

6 (Let sinners and their wicked rage 5 He hears when dust and ashes speak,

Be humbled to the dust;

Shall not the God of truth engage
He pities all our groans ;
He saves us for his mercy's sake,

To vindicate the just ?
And heals our broken bones.

7 He knows the heart, he tries the reins, 6 The virtue of his sovereign word

He will defend the upright; Restores our fainting breath :

His sharpest arrows he ordains For silent graves praise not the Lord,

Against the sons of spite. Nor is he known in death.

8 For me their malice digg'd a pit,

But there themselves are cast;
L. M. Babylon Streams, 23.

My God makes all their mischief ligh

On their own heads at last.] Temptations in sickness overcome.

9 That cruel persecuting race T ORD, I can suffer thy rebukes,

Must feel his dreadful sword ; U When thou with kindness dost chas

Awake, my soul, and praise thé grace tise ;

And justice of the Lord. But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear,

O let it not against me rise! 2 Pity my languishing estate,

S. M. Mansfield, 154.
And ease the sorrows that I feel :
The wounds thine heavy hand hath made

od's sovereignty and goodness, &c. O let thy gentler touches heal!

LORD, our heavenly King, 3 See how I pass my weary days (night,

Thy name is all divine; In sighs and groans; and when 't is Thy glories round the earth are spread, My bed is water'd with my tears;

And o'er the heavens they shine. My grief consumes and dims my sight.

2 When to thy works on high 4 Look how the powers of nature mourn !

I raise my wondering eyes, How long, Almighty God, how long? And see the moon, complete in light, When shall thine hour of grace return?

Adorn the darksome skies : When shall I make thy grace my song?

3 When I survey the stars, 5 I feel my flesh so near the grave,

And all their shining forms, My thoughts are tempted to despair;

Lord, what is man, that worthless thing, But graves can never praise the Lord,

Akin to dust and worms?. For all is dust and silence there.

4 Lord, what is worthless man, 6 Depart, ye tempters, from my soul;

That thou should'st love him so ? And all despairing thoughts, depart;

Next to thine angels is he placed, My God, who hears my humble moan,

And lord of all below. Will ease my flesh, and cheer my heart.

5 Thine honours crown his head,
C. M.

While beasts like slaves obey,
Ellenborough, 170.

And birds that cut the air with wings,
God's care of his people.

And fish that cleave the sea. IMY trust is in my heavenly Friend, 6 How rich thy bounties are ! 11. My hope in thee, my God;

And wondrous are thy ways! Rise, and my helpless life defend

of dust and worms thy power can frame From those that seek my blood.

A monument of praise.

[Out of the mouths of babes And sucklings thou canst draw Surprising honours to thy name,

And strike the world with awe. 8 O Lord, our heavenly King,

Thy name is all divine;
Thy glories round the earth are spread,
And o'er the heavens they shine.]

4 Children amidst thy temple throng

To see their great Redeemer's face;
The Son of David is their song,
And young hosannas fill the place.
5 The frowning scribes and angry priests

In vain their impious cavils bring;
Revenge sits silent in their breasts,
Whilst Jewish babes proclaim their King.

C. M. Liverpool, 83.
Christ's condescension & glorification.

PART II. L.M. New Sabbath, 122. 10 LORD, our Lord. how wondrous ! V.3, &c. Adam and Christ, lords of the Is thine exalted name! (grcat

old and the new creation. The glories of thine heavenly state Let men and babes proclaim.

I LORD, what was man, when made at

first, 2 When I behold thy works on high,

Adam, the offspring of the dust, The moon that rules the night,

That thou should'st set him and his race And stars that well adorn the sky,

But just below an angel's place?Those moving worlds of light;

2 That thou should'st raise his nature so, 3 Lord, what is man, or all his race,

And make him Lord of all below; Who dwell so far below,

Make every beast and bird submit, That thou should'st visit him with grace, And lay the fishes at his feet?

And love his nature so ? 4 That thine Eternal Son should bear

3 But oh, what brighter glories wait

To crown the second Adam's state! To take a mortal form,

What honours shall thy Son adorn, Made lower than his angels are,

Who condescended to be born! To save a dying worm! 5 Yet while he lived on earth unknown,

4 See him below his angels made : And men would not adore,

See him in dust amongst the dead, The obedient seas and fishes own

To save a ruin'd world from sin ; His Godhead and his power.

But he shall reign with power divine. 6 The waves lay spread beneath his feet

15 The world to come, redeem'd from all And fish at his command,

The miseries that attend the fall, Bring their large shoals to Peter's net, New made, and glorious, shall submit Bring tribute to his hand.

At our exalted Saviour's feet. 7 These lesser glories of the Son

Shone through the fleshly cloud; Now we behold him on his throne,

PART I. C. M. Irish, 177. And men confess him God.]

Wrath and mercy from the judg8 Let him be crown'd with majesty,

ment-seat. Who bow'd his head to death;

With my whole heart I 'll raise my And be his honours sounded high,

1 song, By all things that have breath.

Thy wonders I'll proclaim; 9 Jesus, our Lord, how wondrous great

Thou sovereign Judge of right and wrong, Is thine exalted name!

Wilt put my foes to shame. The glories of thy heavenly state

2 I 'll sing thy majesty and grace; Let the whole earth proclaiin.

My God prepares his throne

To judge the world in righteousness, PART I. L. M. Old 100th.

And make his vengeance known. y. 1, 2. The hosanna of the children. | 3 Then shall the Lord a refuge prove I ALMIGHTY Ruler of the skies,

For all the poor oppress'd, A Through the wide earth thy name is

To save the people of his love, And thine eternal glories rise (spread,

And give the weary rest. O'er all the heavens thy hands have made. 4 The men that know thy name, will 2 To thee the voices of the young

trust A monument of honour raise;

In thy abundant grace : And babes, with uninstructed tongue,

For thou hast ne'er forsook the just, Declare the wonders of thy praise.

Who humbly seek thy face.
1 3 Thy power assists their tender age 15 Sing praises to the righteous Lord,

To bring proud rebels to the ground; Who dwells on Zion's hill,
To still the bold blasphemer's rage, Who executes his threat'ning word,

eclare the with umour raising

For me'st the Tows napright, the

C. M. Walsal, 237.

2 With insolence and fury they U Complaint in sickness, or diseases

My soul in pieces tear, healed.

As hungry lions rend the prey,

When no deliverer 's near. 1 TN anger, Lord, rebuke me not; I Withdraw the dreadful storm;

3 If I had e'er provoked them first, Nor let thy fury grow so hot

Or once abused my foe, Against a feeble worm.

Then let him tread my life to dust,

And lay mine honour low. 2 My soul's bow'd down with heavy cares, || My flesh with pain oppress'd;

4 If there be malice hid in me, My couch is witness to my tears,

I know thy piercing eyes; My tears forbid my rest.

I should not dare appeal to thee,

Nor ask my God to rise. 3 Sorrow and pain wear out my days; I waste the night with cries,

5 Arise, my God, lift up thine hand, Counting the minutes as they pass,

Their pride and power control; Till the slow morning rise.

Awake to judgment, and cominand

Deliverance for my soul.
4 Shall I be still tormented more?
Mine eye consumed with grief?

PAUSE.
How long, my God, how long before
Thine hand afford relief?

6 (Let sinners and their wicked rage 5 He hears when dust and ashes speak,

Be humbled to the dust;

Shall not the God of truth engage
He pities all our groans ;
He saves us for his mercy's sake,

To vindicate the just?
And heals our broken bones.

1 7 He knows the heart, he tries the reins, 6 The virtue of his sovereign word

He will defend the upright;

His sharpest arrows he ordains
Restores our fainting breath:
For silent graves praise not the Lord,

Against the sons of spite.
Nor is he known in death.

8 For me their malice digg'd a pit,

But there themselves are cast; 6 L. M. Babylon Streams, 23.

My God makes all their mischief light

On their own heads at last.] V Temptations in sickness overcome.

9 That cruel persecuting race IT ORD, I can suffer thy rebukes,

Must feel his dreadful sword; UWhen thou with kindness dost chas

| Awake, my soul, and praise the grace tise ;

And justice of the Lord. But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear,

O let it not against me rise! 2 Pity my languishing estate,

S. M. Mansfield, 154. And ease the sorrows that I feel : The wounds thine heavy hand hath made God's sovereignty and goodness, &c. O let thy gentler touches heal !

LORD, our heavenly King, 3 See how I pass my weary days (night,

Thy name is all divine; In sighs and groans; and when 't is Thy glories round the earth are spread. My bed is water'd with my tears ;

And o'er the heavens they shine. My grief consumes and dims my sight.

2 When to thy works on high 4 Look how the powers of nature mourn!

I raise my wondering eyes, How long, Almighty God, how long? | And see the moon, complete in light, When shall thine hour of grace return? Adorn the darksome skies: When shall I make thy grace my song?

3 When I survey the stars, 5 I feel my flesh so near the grave,

And all their shining forms, My thoughts are tempted to despair; Lord, what is man, that worthless thing, But graves can never praise the Lord,

Akin to dust and worms? For all is dust and silence there.

| 4 Lord, what is worthless man, 6 Depart, ye tempters, from my soul;

That thou should'st love him so ? And all despairing thoughts, depart; Next to thine angels is he placed, My God, who hears my humble moan, And lord of all below. Will ease my flesh, and cheer my heart.

5 Thine honours crown his head,

While beasts like slaves obey,
C. M. Ellenborough, 170.

And birds that cut the air with wings,
God's care of his people.

And fish that cleave the sea. IMY trust is in my heavenly Friend, 6 How rich thy bounties are ! 1. My hope in thee, my God;

And wondrous are thy ways! Rise, and my helpless life defend

Of dust and worms thy power can frame From those that seek my blood.

A monument of praise.

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