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5 The Lord, who sees the poor oppress'd, 3 How long shall my poor troubled breast

And hears th' oppressor's haughty strain, Be with these anxious thoughts opprest, Will rise to give his children rest,

And Satan, my malicious foe, Nor shall they trust his word in vain. I Rejoice to see me sunk so low? 16 Thy word, O Lord, though often tried, 14 Hear, Lord, and grant me quick relief, Void of deceit shall still appear:

Before my death conclude my grief : Not silver, seven times purified

If thou withhold thy heavenly light From dross and mixture, shines so clear. I sleep in everlasting night. 7 Thy grace shall in the darkest hour 5 How will the powers of darkness boast, Defend the holy soul from harm;

If but one praying soul be lost! Tho' when the vilest men have power, But I have trusted in thy grace, On every side will sinners swarm.

And shall again behold thy face.

6 Whate'er my fears or foes suggest, 10 C. M. St. James, 163. Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest; Complaint of a general corruption

My heart shall feel thy love, and raise

My cheerful voice to songs of praise. of manners. U ELP, Lord, for men of virtue fail,

C. M. Rochester, 459. N1 Religion loses ground;

Complaint under temptations of the The sons of violence prevail,

devil. And treacheries abound.

1 Uow long wilt thou conceal thy face? 2 Their oaths and promises they break, N My God, how long delay ? Yet act the flatterer's part;

When shall I feel those heavenly rays With fair deceitful lips they speak,

That chase my fears away?
And with a double heart.

2 How long shall my poor lab'ring soul 3 If we reprove some hateful lie,

Wrestle and toil in vain ? How is their fury stirr'd!

Thy word can all my foes control,
Are not our lips our own?' they c

And ease my raging pain.
And who shall be our Lord ?

|3 See how the prince of darkness tries 4 Scoffers appear on every side,

All his malicious arts : Where a vile race of men

He spreads a mist around my eyes, Is raised to seats of power and pride,

And throws his fiery darts. And bears the sword in vain.

| 4 Be thou my sun, and thou my shield,

My soul in safety keep !
PAUSE,

Make haste before mine eyes are seal'd 5 Lord, when iniquities abound.

In death's eternal sleep. And blasphemies grow bold,

5 How would the tempter boast aloud When faith is hardly to be found,

If I become his prey ! And love is waxing cold;

Behold the sons of hell grow proud 6 Is not thy chariot hastening on ?

At thy so long delay. Hast thou not given this sign?

6 But they shall fly at thy rebuke, May we not trust and live upon

And Satan hide his head;
A promise so divine ?

He knows the terrors of thy look, 7 Yes,' saith the Lord, 'now will I rise, | And hears thy voice with dread. And make oppressors flee:

17 Thou wilt display that sovereign grace I shall appear to their surprise,

Where all my hopes have hung: and set my servants free.'

I shall employ my lips in praise, 8 Thy word, like silver, seven times tried, And victory shall be sung.

Through ages shall endure;
The men that in the truth confide,

PART I. C. M. Abridge, 201. Shall find the promise sure.

By nature all men are sinners.

1 TOOLS in their heart believe and say, L. M. Rippon, 188.

That all religion's vain;

There is no God that reigns on high, V Pleading with God under desertion.

Or minds the affairs of men.'
I wow long, O Lord, shall I complain 2 From thoughts so dreadful and profane

II Like one that seeks his God in vain? Corrupt discourse proceeds;
Canst thou thy face for ever hide?

And in their impious hands are found And I still pray, and be denied ?

Abominable deeds. 2 Shall I for ever be forgot,

3 The Lord, from his celestial throne As one whom thou regardest not?

Look'd down on things below, Still shall my soul thine absence mourn, To find the man that sought his grace.

wake haste heternal slet boast alou

PART II. C. M. Worksop, 31. 6 But thou for ever art our Lord,
Ver. 12. The wisdom and equity of

And powerful is thine hand,
Providence.

As when the heathens felt thy sword, WHEN the great Judge, supreme and

And perish'd from thy land. YT Shall once inquire for blood. [just, 17 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray. The humble souls that mourn in dust

And cause thine ear to hear; Shall find a faithful God.

He hearkens what his children say,

And puts the world in fear. 2 He from the dreadful gates of death Does his own children raise:

| 8 Proud tyrants shall no more oppress,

No more despise the just;
In Zion's gates, with cheerful breath,
They sing their Father's praise.

And mighty sinners shall confess

They are but earth and dust. 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.

L.M. Angel's Hymn, 60. 4 Thus by thy judgments, mighty God,

God loves the righteous, and hates

the wicked, Are thy deep councils known; When men of mischief are destroy'd,

I M Y refuge is the God of love; The snare niust be their own.

M Why do my foes insult and cry,

'Fly like a timorous trembling dove, PAUSE.

To distant woods or mountains fly?'' 5 The wicked shall sink down to hell;

2 If government be all destroy'd, Thy wrath devour the lands

(That firm foundation of our peace) That dare forget thee, or rebel

And violence make justice void, Against thy known commands.

Where shall the righteous seek redress? 6 Thosaints to sore distress are brought, l 3 The I

e brought, 3 The Lord in heaven has fix'd his throne, And wait and long complain,

His eyes survey the world below; Their cries shall not be still forgot,

To him all mortal things are known, Nor shall their hopes be vain.

His cyelids search our spirits through. Rise. great Redeemer, from thy seat, 14 If he afflicts his saints so far, To judge and save the poor;

To prove their love, and try their grace, Let nations tremble at thy feet,

What may the bold transgressors fear? And man prevail no more.

His very souls abhor their ways. 8 Thy thunder shall affright the proud,

5 On impious wretches he shall rain And put their hearts to pain;

Tempests of brimstone, fire, and death, Make them confess that thou art God,

Such as he kindled on the plain And they but feeble men.)

Of Sodom, with his angry breath.

| 6 The righteous Lord loves righteous souls, C. M. Palmyra, 203.

Whose thoughts and actions are sincere ;

And with a gracious eye beholds
Prayers heard and saints saved.

The men that his own image bear. 1 W HY doth the Lord stand off so far,

And why conceal his face, When great calamities appear,

L.M. Kingsbridge, 88. And times of deep distress?

The suint's safety and hope in evil 2 Lord, shall the wicked still deride

times. Thy justice and thy power ? Shall they advance their heads in pride, 1 LORD, if thou dost not soon appear, And still thy saints devour ?

U Virtue and truth will flee away;

A faithful man aniongst us here 3 They put thy judgments from their sight,

Will scarce be found, if thou delay. And then insult the poor; They boast in their exalted height,

| 2 The whole discourse, when neighbours That they shall fall no more.

Is fill’d with trifles loose and vain ; [meet,

Their lips are flattery and deceit, 4 Arise, o God, lift up thine hand,

And their proud language is profane. Attend our humble cry; No enemy shall dare to stand

| 3 But lips that with deceit abound When God ascends on high.

Shall not maintain their triumph long ;

The God of vengeance will confound PAUSE.

The flattering and blaspheming tongue. 5 Why do the men of malice rage

4'Yet shall our words be free,' they cry, And say with foolish pride,

Our tongues shall be controll'd by none : • The God of heaven will ne'er engage Where is the Lord will ask us why? To fight on Zion's side ?'

Or say, our tongues are not our own?'

TO Prayeroth the Lord his face,

againstei ini be Taness

Whate

5 The Lord, who sees the poor oppress'd, 3 How long shall my poor troubled breast

And hears th' oppressor's haughty strain, Be with these anxious thoughts opprest, Will rise to give his children rest,

And Satan, my malicious foe, Nor shall they trust his word in vain. Rejoice to see me sunk so low? 6 Thy word, O Lord, though often tried, 4 Hear, Lord, and grant me quick relief, Void of deceit shall still appear:

Before my death conclude my grief : Not silver, seven times purified

If thou withhold thy heavenly light From dross and mixture, shines so clear. I sleep in everlasting night. 7 Thy grace shall in the darkest hour 5 How will the powers of darkness boast, Defend the holy soul from harm;

If but one praying soul be lost! Tho' when the vilest men have power, But I have trusted in thy grace, On every side will sinners swarm.

And shall again behold thy face.

6 Whate'er my fears or foes suggest, C. M. St. James, 163. Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest; Complaint of a general corruption

My heart shall feel thy love, and raise

My cheerful voice to songs of praise. of manners, I HELP, Lord, for men of virtue fail,

C. M. Rochester, 459. II Religion loses ground;

To complaint under temptations of the The sons of violence prevail,

devil. And treacheries abound.

1 LOW long wilt thou conceal thy face? 2 Their oaths and promises they break, II My God, how long delay? Yet act the flatterer's part;

When shall I feel those heavenly rays With fair deceitful lips they speak,

That chase my fears away? And with a double heart.

2 How long shall my poor lab'ring soul | 3 If we reprove some hateful lie,

Wrestle and toil in vain ? How is their fury stirr'd!

Thy word can all my foes control, 'Are not our lips our own?' they cry, And ease my raging pain. "And who shall be our Lord ?

3 See how the prince of darkness tries 4 Scoffers appear on every side,

All his malicious arts : Where a vile race of men

He spreads a mist around my eyes, Is raised to seats of power and pride,

And throws his fiery darts. And bears the sword in vain.

4 Be thou my sun, and thou my shield,

My soul in safety keep !
PAUSE.

Make haste before mine eyes are seal'd 5 Lord, when iniquities abound,

In death's eternal sleep. And blasphemies grow bold,

5 How would the tempter boast aloud When faith is hardly to be found,

If I become his prey ! And love is waxing cold;

Behold the sons of hell grow proud 6 Is not thy chariot hastening on?

At thy so long delay. Hast thou not given this sign?

6 But they shall fly at thy rebuke, May we not trust and live upon

And Satan hide his head; A promise so divine ?

He knows the terrors of thy look, 7'Yes,' saith the Lord, 'now will I rise, 1 And hears thy voice with dread. And make oppressors flee:

17 Thou wilt display that sovereign grace I shall appear to their surprise,

Where all my hopes have hung: and set my servants free.'

I shall employ my lips in praise, 8 Thy word, like silver, seven times tried, And victory shall be sung.

Through ages shall endure;
The men that in thy truth confide,

PART I. C. M. Abridge, 201.
Shall find the promise sure,

By nature all men are sinners.

OOLS in their heart believe and say, 13. L. M. Rippon, 188.

T That all religion's vain;

There is no God that reigns on high, Pleading with God under desertion.

Or minds the affairs of men.'
I LOW long, O Lord, shall I complain 2 From thoughts so dreawful and profane

II Like one that seeks his God in vain ? Corrupt discourse proceeds;
Canst thou thy face for ever hide?

And in their impious hands are found And I still pray, and be denied ?

Abominable deeds. 2 Shall I for ever be forgot.

| 3 The Lord, from his celestial throne As one whom thou regardest not?

Look'd down on things below, Still shall my soul thine absence mourn, 1 To find the man that sought his grace.

6 Is nod love' is hard, srow sund,

That Wet out foes demeng the ju

16

4 By nature all are gone astray,

2 Whose hands are pure, whose heart is Their practice all the same;

clean;

mean; There's none that fears his Maker's hand, Whose lips still speak the things they

There's none that loves his name. No slanders dwell upon his tongue; 5 Their tongues are used to speak deceit,

He hates to do his neighbour wrong. Their slanders never cease;

3 (Scarce will he trust an ill report, How swift to mischief are their feet, Nor vent it to his neighbour's hurt; Nor know the paths of peace!

Sinners of state he can despise, 6 Such seeds of sin, (that bitter root)

But saints are honour'd in his eyes. In every heart are found;

4 Firm to his word he ever stood, Nor can they bear diviner fruit,

And always make his promise good: Till grace refine the ground.

Nor dares to change the thing he swears,

Whatever pain or loss he bears. 14 PART II. C. M. St. Ann's, 58. 5 He never deals in bribing gold, The folly of persecutors.

And mourns that justice should be sold;

While others gripe and grind the poor, 1 A RE sinners now so senseless grown,

Sweet charity attends his door.7
A That they the saints devour?
And never worship at thy throne,

6 He loves his enemies, and prays Nor fear thine awful power ?

For those that curse him to his face;

And doth to all men still the same, 2 Great God, appear to their surprise, That he would hope or wish from them. Reveal thy dreadful name ;

7 Yet, when his holiest works are done, Let them no more thy wrath despise, Nor turn our hope to shame.

His soul' depends on grace alone;

This is the man thy face shall see, 3 Dost thou not dwell among the just;

And dwell for ever, Lord, with thee. And yet our foes deride [trust; That we should make thy name our

PART I. L. M. Rothwell, 174. Great God, confound their pride.

Confession of our poverty. 4 Oh that the joyful day were come

I PRESERVE me, Lord, in time of need, To finish our distress!

1 For succour to thy throne I flee, When God shall bring his children home, ! But have no merits there to plead; Our songs shall never cease.

My goodness cannot reach to thee. 15 C. M. Hammond, 226.

2 Oft have my heart and tongue confess'd

How empty and how poor I am;
Characters of a saint.

My praise can never make thee bless'd, 1 W HO shall inhabit in thy hill,

Nor add new glories to thy name.
O God of holiness?

3 Yet, Lord, thy saints on earth may reap Whom will the Lord admit to dwell

Some profit by the good we do : So near his throne of grace?

These are the company I keep, 2 The man that walks in pious ways,

These are the choicest friends I know. And works with righteous hands; 4 Let others choose the sons of mirth That trusts his Maker's promises,

To give a relish to their wine; And follows his commands.

I love the men of heavenly birth, 3 He speaks the meaning of his heart, Whose thoughts and language are divine.

Nor slanders with his tongue; Will scarce believe an ill report,

16 PART II. L. M. Angel's Hymn, 60. Nor do his neighbour wrong.

Christ's all-sufficiency. 4 The wealthy sinner he contemns ;

L OW fast their guilt and sorrows rise, Loves all that fear the Lord ;

II Who haste to seek some idol-god! And though to his own hurt he swears, I will not taste their sacrifice, Still he performs his word.

Their offerings of forbidden blood. 5 His hands disdain a golden bribe, 2 My God provides a richer cup And never gripe the poor;

And nobler food to live upon :
This man shall dwell with God on earth, | He, for my life, has offer'd up
And find his heaven secure.

Jesus, his best-beloved Son.
L. M. Portugal, 97.

3 His love is my perpetual feast :

By day his counsels guide me right: Religion and justice, goodness and And be his name for ever bless'd, truth.

Who gives me sweet advice by night. 1 W HO shall ascend thy heavenly place, | 4 I set him still before mine eyes;

Great God, and dwell before thy face? At my right hand he stands prepared
The man that minds religion now,
And humbly walks with God below:

To keep my soul from all surprise,
And be my everlasting guard.

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16 PART III. L. M. Wareham, 117. 4 (Thus in the name of Christ the Lord,
Courage in death-hope of the

The holy David sung,
resurrection.

And providence fulfils the word

of his prophetic tongue.

1 W HEN God is nigh, my faith is strong ; ||

W His arm is my almighty prop;

8: 5 Jesus, whom every saint adores,

Be glad, my heart, rejoice, my tongue;

Was crucified and slain :
My dying fresh shall rest in hope.

Behold, the tomb its prey restores,

Behold, he lives again!

| 2 Though in the dust I lay my head,

Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave

6 When shall my feet arise and stand

My soul for ever with the dead,

. On heaven's eternal hills?
Nor lose thy children in the grave.

There sits the Son at God's right hand,

And there the Father smiles.)

3 My flesh shall thy first call obey,

Shake off the dust and rise on high ;

S. M. Newcastle, 20.

Then shalt thou lead the wond'rous way

V. 13, &c. Portion of saints and

Up to thy throne above the sky.

sinners.

4 There streams of endless pleasure flow, I A RISE, my gracious God,

And full discoveries of thy grace

A And make the wicked flee;

(Which we but tasted here below)

They are but thy chastising rod,

Spread heav'nly joys through all the To drive thy saints to thee.

place.

12 Behold, the sinner dies,

16 PART I. C. M. Irish, 171.

His haughty words are vain ;

) v.1-8. Support from God without

Here in this life his pleasure lies,

merit.

And all beyond is pain.

3

I SAVE me, O Lord, from every foe;

Then let his pride advance,

In thee my trust I place,

And boast of all his store;

The Lord is my inheritance,
Though all the good that I can do
Can ne'er deserve thy grace.

My soul can wish no more.

14 I shall behold the face

2 Yet if my God prolong my breath,

Of my forgiving God,

The saints may profit by 't:

And stand complete in righteousness,
The saints the glory of the earth,
The men of my delight.

Wash'd in my Saviour's blood.

3 Let heathens to their idols haste,

There's a new heaven begun,

And worship wood or stone;

When I awake from death,

Dress'd in the likeness of thy Son,
But my delightful lot is cast

And draw immortal breath.
Where the true God is known.

4 His hand provides my constant food, 1 . L. M. Bramcoate, 8.

He fills my daily cup;

The sinner's portion & saint's hope.

Much am I pleased with present good,

But more rejoice in hope.

1 T ORD, I am thine; but thou wilt prove

U My faith, my patience, and my love:

5 God is my portion and my joy,

When men of spite against me join,

His counsels are my light:
He gives me sweet advice by day,

They are the sword, the hand is thine.
And gentle hints by night.

i 2 Their hope and portion lies below :

6 My soul would all her thoughts approve

'Tis all the happiness they know :

| 'Tis all they seek; they take their shares,
To his all-seeing eye:

And leave the rest among their heirs.

Not death, nor hell, my hope shall move,

While such a friend is nigh.

3 What sinners value, I resign;

Lord, 't is enough that thou art mine:

PART II. C. M. St. James, 163. I shall behold thy blissful face.

The death and resurrection of Christ. And stand complete in righteousness.

11 SET the Lord before my face,

4 This life 's a dream, an empty show;

I He bears my courage up;

But the bright world, to which I go,
My heart and tongue their joys express, Hath joys substantial and sincere :
My flesh shall rest in hope.

When shall I wake, and find me there?

2 'My spirit, Lord, thou wilt not leave 5 O glorious hour! O bless'd abode !

Where souls departed are;

I shall be near and like my God!

Nor quit my body to the grave

And flesh and sin no more control
To see corruption there.

The sacred pleasures of the soul.

8. Thou wilt reveal the path of life, 6 My flesh shall slumber in the ground,

And raise me to thy throne;

Till the last trumpet's joyful sound;

Thy courts immortal pleasure give,

Then burst the chains with sweet sur-

1.Soul would ots, by nighty day,

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