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N anger, Lord, rebuke me not; Withdraw the dreadful storm; Nor let thy fury grow so hot Against a feeble worm.

2 My soul's bow'd down with heavy cares, My flesh with pain oppress'd;

My couch is witness to my tears,
My tears forbid my rest.

3 Sorrow and pain wear out my days;
I waste the night with cries,
Counting the minutes as they pass,
Till the slow morning rise.

4 Shall I be still tormented more?
Mine eye consumed with grief?
How long, my God, how long before
Thine hand afford relief?

5 He hears when dust and ashes speak,
He pities all our groans;
He saves us for his mercy's sake,
And heals our broken bones.

6 The virtue of his sovereign word
Restores our fainting breath:

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For silent graves praise not the Lord,
Nor is he known in death.

L. M. Babylon Streams, 23.
Temptations in sickness overcome.
LORD, I can suffer thy rebukes,

When thou with kindness dost chas-
tise;

But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear,
O let it not against me rise!

2 Pity my languishing estate,
And ease the sorrows that I feel:

The wounds thine heavy hand hath made
O let thy gentler touches heal!

3 See how I pass my weary days [night,
In sighs and groans; and when 't is
My bed is water'd with my tears;
My grief consumes and dims my sight.
4 Look how the powers of nature mourn!
How long, Almighty God, how long?
When shall thine hour of grace return?
When shall I make thy grace my song?

5 I feel my flesh so near the grave,
My thoughts are tempted to despair;
But graves can never praise the Lord,
For all is dust and silence there.
6 Depart, ye tempters, from my soul;
And all despairing thoughts, depart;
My God, who hears my humble moan,
Will ease my flesh, and cheer my heart.

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Ellenborough, 170.

God's care of his people.

MY trust is in my heavenly Friend,
My hope in thee, my God;

Rise, and my helpless life defend
From those that seek my blood.

2 With insolence and fury they
My soul in pieces tear,
As hungry lions rend the prey,
When no deliverer 's near.

3 If I had e'er provoked them first, Or once abused my foe,

Then let him tread my life to dust,
And lay mine honour low.

4 If there be malice hid in me,
I know thy piercing eyes;
I should not dare appeal to thee,
Nor ask my God to rise.

5 Arise, my God, lift up thine hand,
Their pride and power control;
Awake to judgment, and command
Deliverance for my soul.

PAUSE.

6 [Let sinners and their wicked rage
Be humbled to the dust;

Shall not the God of truth engage
To vindicate the just?

7 He knows the heart, he tries the reins, He will defend the upright;

His sharpest arrows he ordains
Against the sons of spite.

8 For me their malice digg'd a pit,
But there themselves are cast;

My God makes all their mischief light On their own heads at last.]

9 That cruel persecuting race

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Must feel his dreadful sword; Awake, my soul, and praise the grace And justice of the Lord.

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

When to thy works on high

I raise my wondering eyes,

And see the moon, complete in light,

Adorn the darksome skies:

When I survey the stars,
And all their shining forms,

Lord, what is man, that worthless thing,
Akin to dust and worms?

4 Lord, what is worthless man,
That thou should'st love him so?
Next to thine angels is he placed,
And lord of all below.

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[Out of the mouths of habes 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.]

8 C. M. Liverpool, 83.

Christ's condescension

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.

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10 LORD, our Lord, how wondrous

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Is thine exalted name!
The glories of thine heavenly state
Let men and babes proclaim.
2 When I behold thy works on high,
The moon that rules the night,
And stars that well adorn the sky,
Those moving worlds of light;

3 Lord, what is man, or all his race,
Who dwell so far below,

That thou should'st visit him with grace,
And love his nature so?

4 That thine Eternal Son should bear
To take a mortal form,

Made lower than his angels are,
To save a dying worm!

5 [Yet while he lived on earth unknown, And men would not adore,

The obedient seas and fishes own
His Godhead and his power.

6 The waves lay spread beneath his feet; And fish at his command,

Bring their large shoals to Peter's net,
Bring tribute to his hand.

7 These lesser glories of the Son

Shone through the fleshly cloud;
Now we behold him on his throne,
And men confess him God.]

8 Let him be crown'd with majesty,
Who bow'd his head to death;
And be his honours sounded high,
By all things that have breath.

9 Jesus, our Lord, how wondrous great
Is thine exalted name!

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The glories of thy heavenly state Let the whole earth proclaim.

PART I.

L. M. Old 100th.

V.1, 2. The hosanna of the children.

ALMIGHTY Ruler of the skies,

Through the wide earth thy name is And thine eternal glories rise [spread, O'er all the heavens thy hands have made. 2 To thee the voices of the young A monument of honour raise; And babes, with uninstructed tongue, Declare the wonders of thy praise. 3 Thy power assists their tender age To bring proud rebels to the ground; To still the bold blasphemer's rage, And all their policies confound.

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PART II. L.M. New Sabbath, 122. V.3, &c. Adam and Christ, lords of the old and the new creation.

LORD, what was man, when made at

first,

Adam, the offspring of the dust,

That thou should'st set him and his race
But just below an angel's place?-

2 That thou should'st raise his nature so,
And make him Lord of all below;
Make every beast and bird submit,
And lay the fishes at his feet?

3 But oh, what brighter glories wait
To crown the second Adam's state!
What honours shall thy Son adorn,
Who condescended to be born!

4 See him below his angels made:
See him in dust amongst the dead,
To save a ruin'd world from sin;
But he shall reign with power divine.

5 The world to come, redeem'd from all
The miseries that attend the fall,
New made, and glorious, shall submit
At our exalted Saviour's feet.

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Irish, 171. Wrath and mercy from the judgment-seat.

WITH my whole heart I 'll raise my

song,

Thy wonders I'll proclaim;
Thou sovereign Judge of right and wrong,
Wilt put my foes to shame.

2 I'll sing thy majesty and grace;
My God prepares his throne
To judge the world in righteousness,
And make his vengeance known.

3 Then shall the Lord a refuge prove
For all the poor oppress'd,

To save the people of his love,
And give the weary rest.

4 The men that know thy name, will trust

In thy abundant grace;

For thou hast ne'er forsook the just,
Who humbly seek thy face.

5 Sing praises to the righteous Lord,
Who dwells on Zion's hill,
Who executes his threat'ning word,
And doth his grace fulfil.

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WHEN the great Judge, supreme and
Shall once inquire for blood, [just,
The humble souls that mourn in dust
Shall find a faithful God.

2 He from the dreadful gates of death
Does his own children raise:
In Zion's gates, with cheerful breath,
They sing their Father's praise.

3 His foes shall fall with heedless feet
Into the pit they made;
And sinners perish in the net

That their own hands have spread.

4 Thus by thy judgments, mighty God, Are thy deep councils known;

When men of mischief are destroy'd, The snare must be their own.

PAUSE.

5 The wicked shall sink down to hell;
Thy wrath devour the lands
That dare forget thee, or rebel
Against thy known commands.

6 Tho' saints to sore distress are brought,
And wait and long complain,
Their cries shall not be still forgot,
Nor shall their hopes be vain.

7 [Rise, great Redeemer, from thy seat,
To judge and save the poor;
Let nations tremble at thy feet,
And man prevail no more.

8 Thy thunder shall affright the proud, And put their hearts to pain;

Make them confess that thou art God, And they but feeble men.]

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God loves the righteous, and hates the wicked.

Y refuge is the God of love;

MY

Why do my foes insult and cry, 'Fly like a timorous trembling dove, To distant woods or mountains fly?

2 If government be all destroy'd, (That firm foundation of our peace) And violence make justice void, Where shall the righteous seek redress? 3 The Lord in heaven has fix'd his throne, His eyes survey the world below;

To him all mortal things are known, His eyelids search our spirits through.

4 If he afflicts his saints so far,

To prove their love, and try their grace,
What may the bold transgressors fear?
His very souls abhor their ways.

5 On impious wretches he shall rain
Tempests of brimstone, fire, and death,
Such as he kindled on the plain
Of Sodom, with his angry breath.

6 The righteous Lord loves righteous souls, Whose thoughts and actions are sincere; And with a gracious eye beholds

The men that his own image bear.

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Shall they advance their heads in pride, And still thy saints devour?

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3 They put thy judgments from their sight,
And then insult the poor;
They boast in their exalted height,
That they shall fall no more.

4 Arise, O God, lift up thine hand,
Attend our humble cry;
No enemy shall dare to stand
When God ascends on high.

PAUSE.

5 Why do the men of malice rage
And say with foolish pride,

The God of heaven will ne'er engage
To

The saint's safety and hope in evil times.

LORD, if thou dost not soon appear,
Virtue and truth will flee away;

A faithful man amongst us here
Will scarce be found, if thou delay.

2 The whole discourse, when neighbours
Is fill'd with trifles loose and vain; [meet,
Their lips are flattery and deceit,
And their proud language is profane.

3 But lips that with deceit abound
Shall not maintain their triumph long;
The God of vengeance will confound
The flattering and blaspheming tongue.
4Yet shall our words be free,' they cry,
Our tongues shall be controll'd by none:
Where is the Lord will ask us why?

5 The Lord, who sees the poor oppress'd, 3
And hears th' oppressor's haughty strain,
Will rise to give his children rest,
Nor shall they trust his word in vain.
6 Thy word, O Lord, though often tried,
Void of deceit shall still appear:
Not silver, seven times purified

From dross and mixture, shines so clear.
7 Thy grace shall in the darkest hour
Defend the holy soul from harm;
Tho' when the vilest men have power,
On every side will sinners swarm.

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TELP, Lord, for men of virtue fail,
Religion loses ground;

The sons of violence prevail,
And treacheries abound.

2 Their oaths and promises they break,
Yet act the flatterer's part;
With fair deceitful lips they speak,
And with a double heart.

3 If we reprove some hateful lie,
How is their fury stirr'd!

'Are not our lips our own?' they cry, 'And who shall be our Lord?

4 Scoffers appear on every side,

Where a vile race of men

Is raised to seats of power and pride, And bears the sword in vain.

PAUSE.

5 Lord, when iniquities abound,
And hlasphemies grow bold,
When faith is hardly to be found,
And love is waxing cold;

6 Is not thy chariot hastening on?
Hast thou not given this sign?
May we not trust and live upon
A promise so divine?

7'Yes,' saith the Lord, 'now will I rise, And make oppressors flee:

I shall appear to their surprise,
And set my servants free.'

8 Thy word, like silver, seven times tried, Through ages shall endure;

The men that in thy truth confide,
Shall find the promise sure.

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Pleading with God under desertion. OW long, O Lord, shall I complain Like one that seeks his God in vain? Canst thou thy face for ever hide? And I still pray, and be denied?

2 Shall I for ever be forgot.

As one whom thou regardest not?
Still shall my soul thine absence mourn,
And still despair of thy return?

How long shall my poor troubled breast Be with these anxious thoughts opprest, And Satan, my malicious foe,

Rejoice to see me sunk so low?

4 Hear, Lord, and grant me quick relief,
Before my death conclude my grief:
If thou withhold thy heavenly light
I sleep in everlasting night.

5 How will the powers of darkness boast,
If but one praying soul be lost!
But I have trusted in thy grace,
And shall again behold thy face.
6 Whate'er my fears or foes suggest,
Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest;
My heart shall feel thy love, and raise
My cheerful voice to songs of praise.
C. M. Rochester, 459.
Complaint under temptations of the
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H My God, how long delay?

OW long wilt thou conceal thy face?

When shall I feel those heavenly rays That chase my fears away?

2 How long shall my poor lab'ring soul Wrestle and toil in vain?

Thy word can all my foes control,
And ease my raging pain.

3 See how the prince of darkness tries
All his malicious arts:

He spreads a mist around my eyes,
And throws his fiery darts.

4 Be thou my sun, and thou my shield, My soul in safety keep!

Make haste before mine eyes are seal'd In death's eternal sleep.

5 How would the tempter boast aloud
If I become his prey!

Behold the sons of hell grow proud
At thy so long delay.

6 But they shall fly at thy rebuke,
And Satan hide his head;

He knows the terrors of thy look,
And hears thy voice with dread.

7 Thou wilt display that sovereign grace
Where all my hopes have hung:
I shall employ my lips in praise,
And victory shall be sung.

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Providence.

WHEN the great Judge, supreme and Shall once inquire for blood, [just, The humble souls that mourn in dust Shall find a faithful God.

2 He from the dreadful gates of death Does his own children raise:

In Zion's gates, with cheerful breath,
They sing their Father's praise.

3 His foes shall fall with heedless feet
Into the pit they made;
And sinners perish in the net

That their own hands have spread.

4 Thus by thy judgments, mighty God, Are thy deep councils known; When men of mischief are destroy'd, The snare must be their own.

PAUSE.

5 The wicked shall sink down to hell;
Thy wrath devour the lands
That dare forget thee, or rebel
Against thy known commands.

6 Tho' saints to sore distress are brought,
And wait and long complain,
Their cries shall not be still forgot,
Nor shall their hopes be vain."

7 [Rise, great Redeemer, from thy seat,
To judge and save the poor;
Let nations tremble at thy feet,
And man prevail no more.

8 Thy thunder shall affright the proud, And put their hearts to pain;

Make them confess that thou art God, And they but feeble men.]

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6 But thou for ever art our Lord,
And powerful is thine hand,
As when the heathens felt thy sword,
And perish'd from thy land.

7 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray,

And cause thine ear to hear;
He hearkens what his children say,
And puts the world in fear.

8 Proud tyrants shall no more oppress,
No more despise the just;
And mighty sinners shall confess
They are but earth and dust.

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L.M.

Angel's Hymn, 60.

God loves the righteous, and hates the wicked.

1 MY refuge is the God of love;

Why do my foes insult and cry, 'Fly like a timorous trembling dove, To distant woods or mountains fly?' 2 If government be all destroy'd, (That firm foundation of our peace) And violence make justice void, Where shall the righteous seek redress? 3 The Lord in heaven has fix'd his throne, His eyes survey the world below;

To him all mortal things are known, His cyelids search our spirits through. 4 If he afflicts his saints so far,

To prove their love, and try their grace,
What may the bold transgressors fear?
His very souls abhor their ways.

5 On impious wretches he shall rain
Tempests of brimstone, fire, and death,
Such as he kindled on the plain
Of Sodom, with his angry breath.

6 The righteous Lord loves righteous souls,
Whose thoughts and actions are sincere;
And with a gracious eye beholds
The men that his own image bear.

Shall they advance their heads in pride, 1
And still thy saints devour?

3 They put thy judgments from their sight,
And then insult the poor;
They boast in their exalted height,
That they shall fall no more.

4 Arise, O God, lift up thine hand,
Attend our humble cry;
No enemy shall dare to stand
When God ascends on high.

PAUSE.

5 Why do the men of malice rage
And say with foolish pride,

The God of heaven will ne'er engage
To

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L. M.

Kingsbridge, 88. The saint's safety and hope in evil times.

LORD, if thou dost not soon appear, Virtue and truth will flee away; A faithful man amongst us here Will scarce be found, if thou delay. 2 The whole discourse, when neighbours Is fill'd with trifles loose and vain; [meet, Their lips are flattery and deceit, And their proud language is profane.

3 But lips that with deceit abound Shall not maintain their triumph long; The God of vengeance will confound The flattering and blaspheming tongue. 4Yet shall our words be free,' they cry,

Our tongues shall be controll'd by none: Where is the Lord will ask us why?

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