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5 My soul lies humbled in the dust, 4 A soul oppress'd with sin's desert,
And owns thy dreadful sentence just; My God will ne'er despise;
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye, A humble groan, a broken heart,
And save the soul condemn'd to die.

Is our best sacrifice.
7 Then will I teach the world thy ways:
Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace; 152 C. M. Ellenborough, 170.
I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,

er. 4-6. Victory and deliverance And they shall praise a pardoning God.

from persecution. 80 may thy love inspire my tongue ! 1 ARE all the foes of Zion fools, Salvation shall be ail my song;

n Who thus devour her saints ? And all my powers shall join to bless I Do they not know her Saviour rules, The Lord, my strength and righteous And pities her complaints ? ness.

2 They shall be seized with sad surprise;

For God's avenging arm PART I. C. M. Staughton, 265. Scatters the bones of them that rise Jl Ver. 3-13. Original and actual sin

To do his children harm. confessed and purdoned. 3 In vain the sons of Satan boast

Of armies in array ; II ORD, I would spread my sore distress

When God has first dispersed their host, U And guilt before thine eyes :

They fall an easy prey.
Against thy laws, against thy grace,
How high my crimes arise!

4 Oh for a word from Zion's King,

Her captives to restore ! 2 Should'st thou condemn my soul to hel!, |

Jacob with all his tribes shall sing, And crush my flesh to dust,

And Judah weep no more.
Heaven would approve thy vengeance
And earth must own it just. (well,

55 C. M. St. George's, 166. 3 I from the stock of Adam came,

Ver. 1-8, 16, 22. Support for the Unholy and unclean;

afflicted and tempted soul. All my original is shame, And all my nature sin.

GOD, my refuge, hear my cries, 4 Born in a world of guilt, I drew

Behold my flowing tears,

For earth and hell my hurt devise,
Contagion with my breath;

And triumph in my fears.
And as my days advanced, I grew
A juster prey for death.

2 Their rage is levell’d at my life,

My soul with guilt they load, 5 Cleanse me, O Lord, and cheer my soul

| And fill my thoughts with inward strife, With thy forgiving love;

To shake my hope in God.
O make my broken spirit 'whole,
And bid my pains remove.

3 With inward pain my heart-strings sound,

I groan with every breath; 6 Let not thy Spirit quite depart,

Horror and fear beset me round
Nor drive me from thy face;
Create anew my vicious heart,

Amongst the shades of death.
And fill it with thy grace.

4 O were I like a feather'd dove,

And innocence had wings; 7 Then will I make thy mercy known

I'd fly, and make a long remove
Before the sons of men ;

From all these restless things.
Backsliders shall address thy throne,
And turn to God again.

5 Let me to some wild desert go,

And find a peaceful home,

Where storms of malice never blow, 5 PART II. C. M. Hensbury, 823. Temptations never come. Ver. 14-17. Repentance, and faith 6 Vain hopes, and vain inventions all in the blood of Christ.

To 'scape the rage of hell! 10 GOD of mercy! hear my call,

The mighty God on whom I call
My load of guilt remove;

Can save me here as well.
Break down this separating wall
That bars me from thy love.

PAUSE. 2 Give me the presence of thy grace, 7 By morning light I'll seek his face, Then my rejoicing tongue

At noon repeat iny cry, Shall speak aloud thy righteousness, The night shall hear me ask his grace, And make thy praise my song.

Nor will he long deny. 3 No blood of goats, nor heifer slain, 8 God shall preserve my soul from fear, For sin could e'er atone:

Or shield me when afraid ;
The death of Christ shall still remain Ten thousand angels must appear,
Sufficient and alone.

If he command their aid.

8 In thave repeat whate dust... Lord,

9 I cast my burdens on the Lord,

PAUSE. The Lord sustains them all ;

6 God counts the sorrows of his saints, My courage rests upon his word,

Their groans affect his ears; That saints shall never fall.

Thou hast a book for my complaints, 10 My highest hopes shall not be vain,

A bottle for my tears. My lips shall spread his praise ;

7 When to thy throne I raise my cry, While cruel and deceitful inen

The wicked fear and flee; Scarce live out half their days.

So swift is prayer to reach the sky,

So near is God to me. 55 S. M. Pelham, 333.

8 In thee, most holy, just, and true,

I have reposed iny trust; Ver. 15, 19, 22. Dangerous prosperity. Nor will I fear what man can do, 1 I ET sinners take their course,

The offspring of the dust. 1 And choose the road to death; 9 Thy solemn vows are on me, Lord, But in the worship of my God

Thou shalt receive my praise ; I'll spend my daily breath.

I'll sing, How faithful is thy word, 2 My thoughts address his throne

How righteous all thy ways !' When morning brings the light; 10 Thou hast secured my soul from death, I seek his blessing every noon,

O set thy prisoner free, And pay my vows at night.

That heart and hand, and life and breath, 3 Thou wilt regard my cries,

May be employed for thee.
O my eternal God,
While sinners perish in surprise

L. M. Perfection, 337.
Beneath thine angry rod.

Praise for protection, grace, and 4 Because they dwell at ease,

truth. And no sad changes feel, They neither fear nor trust thy name,

1 M Y God, in whom are all the springs Nor learn to do thy will.

11 Of boundless love and grace un5 But I, with all my cares,


Hide me beneath thy spreading wings, Will lean upon the Lord,

Till the dark cloud is overblown.
I'll cast my burden on his arm,
And rest upon his word.

2 Up to the heavens I send my cry,

The Lord will my desires perform ! 6 His arm shall well sustain

He sends his angel from the sky,
The children of his love;
The ground on which their safety stands

And saves me from the threat’ning storm. No earthly power can move.

3 Be thou exalted, O my God,

Above the heavens where angels dwell ;

Thy power on earth be known abroad, C. M. Cambridge New. 74. And land to land thy wonders tell. JU Deliverance from oppression and 4

4 My heart is fix'd, my song shall raise

Immortal honours to thy name; fulsehood.

Awake, my tongue, to sound his praise, THOU, whose justice reigns on high, My tongue, the glory of my frame.

And makes th' oppressor cease, 5 High o'er the earth his mercy reigns, Behold how envious sinners try

And reaches to the utmost sky; To vex and break my peace!

His truth to endless years remains, 2 The sons of violence and lies

When lower worlds dissolve and die. Join to devour me, Lord ;

6 Be thou exalted, O my God, But as my hourly dangers rise,

Above the heavens where angels dwell; My refuge is thy word.

Thy power on earth be known abroad, 3 In God, most holy, just, and true,

And land to land thy wonders tell.
I have reposed my trust,
Nor will I fear what flesh can do,

113th. Raby, 270. The offspring of the dust.

Warning to magistrates. 4 They wrest my words to mischief still,

TUDGES, who rule the world by laws, Charge me with unknown faults !

J Will ye despise the righteous cause, Mischiet doth all their counsels fill, And malice all their thoughts,

When th' injured poor before you

stands? 5 Shall they escape without thy frown? Dare ye condemn the righteous poor, Must their devices stand?

And let rich sinners 'scape secure, O cast the haughty sinner down,

While gold and greatness bribe your And let him know thy hand !



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Helpless and far from all relief, That God will judge the judges too?

To heaven I lift mine eyes. High in the heavens his justice reigns ;

2 O lead me to the rock Yet you invade the rights of God,

That 's high above iny head, And send your bold decrees abroad,

And make the covert of thy wings To bind the conscience in your chains.

My shelter and my shade. 3 A poison'd arrow is your tongue,

3 Within thy presence, Lord, The arrow sharp, the poison strong,

For ever I'll abide ; And death attends where'er it wounds:

Thou art the tower of my defence, You hear no counsels, cries, nor tears;

The refuge where I hide.
So the deaf adder stops her ears
Against the power of charming sounds. 4

sounds. 4 Thou givest me the lot

Of those that fear thy name; 4 Break out their teeth, eternal God,

If endless life be their reward,
Those teeth of lions, dyed in blood;

I shall possess the same.
And crush the serpents in the dust:
As empty chaff, when whirlwinds rise,
Before the sweeping tempest flies,

L. M. Lebanon, 79.
So let their hopes and names be lost. Ver. 5-12. Faith in Divine grace
5 Th' Almighty thunders from the sky,
Their grandeur melts, their titles die, IMY spirit looks to God alone;

As hills of snow dissolve and run, M. My rock and refuge is his throne
Or snails that perish in their slime, In all my fears, in all my straits,
Or births that come before their time, My soul on his salvation waits.
Vain births, that never see the sun.

2 Trust him, ye saints, in all your ways; 6 Thus shall the vengeance of the Lord Pour out your hearts before his face. Safety and joy to saints afford;

When helpers fail, and foes invade, . And all that hear shall join and say, God is our all-sufficient aid. Sure there's a God that rules on high,

3 False are the men of high degree, A God that hears his children cry,

The baser sort are vanity; And will their sufferings well repay.'

Laid in the balance both appear

Light as a puff of empty air. 60 C. M. Walsal, 237.

1 4 Make not increasing gold your trust, Ver. 1, 5, 10, 12. Humiliation for

Nor set your heart on glittering dust; disappointments in war.

Why will you grasp the fleeting smoke IT ORD, hast thou cast the nation off? | And not believe what God has spoke? U Must we for ever mourn ?

5 Once has his awful voice declared, Wilt thou indulge immortal wrath ?

Once and again my ears have heard, Shall mercy ne'er return ?

All power is his eternal due, 2 The terror of one frown of thine

He must be fear'd and trusted too.' Melts all our strength away;

6 For sovereign power reigns not alone, Like men that totter drunk with wine,

Grace is a partner of the throne: We tremble in dismay.

Thy grace and justice, mighty Lord, 3 Great Britain shakes beneath thy stroke, Shall well divide our last reward.

And dreads thy threatening hand; O heal the island thou hast broke,

PART I. C. M. Leicester, 380. Confirm the wavering land.

Ver. 1-5. The morning of a Lord's * Lift up a banner in the field,

day. For those that fear thy name;

1 TARLY, my God, without delay, Save thy beloved with thy shield,

U I haste to seek thy face; And put our foes to shame.

My thirsty spirit faints away 5 Go with our armies to the fight,

Without thy cheering grace. Like a confederate God;

| 2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand, In vain confederate powers unite

Beneath a burning sky, Against thy lifted rod.

Long for a cooling stream at hand, 6 Our troops shall gain a wide renown

And they must drink or die. By thine assisting hand;

3 I 've seen thy glory and thy power 'Tis God that treads the mighty down,

Through all thy temple shine: And makes the feeble stand.

My God, repeat that heavenly hour,

That vision so divine.
S. M. Pelham, 333.

4 Not all the blessings of a feast
Ver. 1-6. Sufety in God.

Can please my soul so well, VHEN overwhelm'd with grief, As when thy richer grace I taste, My heart within me dies;

And in thy presence dwell.

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5 Not life itself, with all her joys,

6 My life itself, without thy love, Can my best passions move,

No taste of pleasure could afford; Or raise so high my cheerful voice

'Twould but a tiresome burden prove, As thy forgiving love.

If I were banish'd from the Lord. 6 Thus, till my last expiring day

7 Amidst the wakeful hours of night, I'll bless my God and King;

When busy cares afflict my head, Thus will I lift my hands to pray,

One thought of thee gives new delight, And tune my lips to sing.

And adds refreshment to my bed. 8 I 'll lift my hands, I'll raise iny voice,

While I have breath to pray or praise ; Part II. C. M. Newbury, 132. This work shall make my heart rejoice Ver. 6--10. Midnight thoughts re

And spend the remnant of my days. collected. I'T WAS in the watches of the night 1 I thought upon thy power;

S. M. Matthias, 548 I kept thy lovely face in sight

Seeking God. Amidst the darkest hour. 2 My flesh lay resting on my bed,

Y God, permit my tongue My soul arose on high ;

11 This joy, to call thee mine, My God, my life, my hope,' I said,

And let my early cries prevail
Bring thy salvation nigh.'

To taste thy love divine. 3 My spirit labours up thine hill,

2 My thirsty, fainting soul And climbs the heavenly road;

Thy mercy doth implore; But thy right hand upholds me still,

Not travellers in desert lands While I pursue my God.

Can pant for water more. 4 Thy mercy stretches o'er my head

3 Within thy churches, Lord, The shadow of thy wings;

I long to find my place, My heart rejoices in thine aid,

Thy power and glory to behold, My tongue awakes and sings.

And feel thy quickening grace. 5 But the destroyers of my peace

4 For life without thy love Shall fret and rage in vain ;

No relish can afford; The tempter shall for ever cease,

No joy can be compared with this, And all my sins be slain.

To serve and please the Lord. 6 Thy sword shall give my foes to death,

5 To thee I 'll lift my hands, And send them down to dwell

And praise thee while I live; In the dark caverns of the earth,

Not the rich dainties of a feast Or to the deeps of hell.

Such food or pleasure give.
6 In wakeful hours of night

I call my God to mind;
L. M. New Court, 173.

I think how wise thy counsels are,

And all thy dealings kind.
Longing after God.

7. Since thou hast been my help,
CREAT God, indulge my humble claim; To thee my spirit flies;
U Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest;! And on thy watchful providence
The glories that compose thy name

My cheerful hope relies.
Stand all engaged to make me bless'd.

18 The shadow of thy wings 2 Thou great and good, thou just and wise, My soul in safety keeps ; Thou art my Father and my God;

I follow where my Father leads,
And I am thine by sacred ties;

And he supports my steps.
Thy gon, thy servant bought with blood.
3 With heart and eyes, and lifted hands,
For thee I long, to thee I look,

PART 1. L. M. Portugal, 97. As travellers in thirsty lands

0 Ver. 1-5. Public prayer and praise. Pant for the cooling water-brook. 4 With early feet I love t'appear

imhe praise of Zion waits for thee, Among thy saints, and seek thy face; 1 My God; and praise becomes thy Oft have I seen thy glory there,

house; And felt the power of sovereign grace.

There shall thy saints thy glory see, 5 Not fruits nor wines, that tempt our

And there perform their public vows. taste,

20 thou whose mercy bends the skies Nor all the joys our senses know,

To save when humble sinners pray, Could make me so divinely bless'd,

All lands to thee shall lift their eyes, Or raise my cheerful passions so.

And islands of the northern sea.

3 Against my will my sins prevail,

9 'T is from his watery stores on high But grace shall purge away their stai He gives the thirsty ground supply ; The blood of Christ will never fail

He walks upon the clouds, and thence To wash my garments white again.

Doth his enriching drops dispense. 4 Blest is the man whom thou shalt 10 The desert grows a fruitful field, choose,

Abundant food the valleys yield; And give him kind access to thee;

The valleys shout with cheerful 'voice, Give him a place within thy house,

And neighb'ring hills repeat their joys. To taste thy love divinely free.

Il The pastures smile in green array,

There lambs and larger cattle play ; PAUSE.

The larger cattle and the lamb

Each in his language speaks thy name. ! 5 Let Babel fear when Zion prays; Babel, prepare for long distress,

12 Thy works pronounce thy power divine: When Zion's God himself arrays

O'er every field thy glories shine; In terror and in righteousness.

Through every month thy gifts appear;

Great God! thy goodness crowns the year. 6 With dreadful glory God fulfils What his afflicted saints request; And with almighty wrath reveals 65 Part I. c. M. Braintree, 25. His love, to give his churches rest.

A prayer-hearing God. 7 Then shall the flocking nations run 1 DRAISE waits in Zion, Lord, for thee; To Zion's hill, and own their Lord :

1 There shall our vows be paid : The rising and the setting sun

Thou hast an ear when sinners pray, Shall see the Saviour's name adored. All flesh shall seek thine aid.

2 Lord, our iniquities prevail,

But pardoning grace is thine,

And thou wilt grant us power and skill Part II. L. M. Wareham, 117.

To conquer every sin. do Ver. 5-13. The God of nature and 3 Blest are the men whom thou wilt choose grace.

To bring them near thy face; I THE God of our salvation hears

Give them a dwelling in thine house, 1 The groans of Zion mix'd with

To feast upon thy grace. teary;

4 In answering what thy church requests, Yet when he comes with kind designs, Thy truth and terror shine, Through all the way his terror shines.

And works of dreadful righteousness 2 On him the race of man depends,

Fulfil thy kind design. Far as the earth's remotest ends, 15 Thus shall the wondering nations see Where the Creator's name is known

The Lord is good and just; By nature's feeble light alone.

And distant islands fly to thee, 3 Sailors, that travel o'er the flood,

And make thy name their trust. Address their frighted souls to God,

6 They dread thy glittering tokens, Lord, When tempests rage and billows roar

When signs in heaven appear; At dreadful distance from the shore. But they shall learn thy holy word, 4 He bids the noisy tempests cease;

And love as well as fear.
He calms the raging crowd to peace,
When a tumultuous nation raves,

PART II. C. M. Miles-lane, 32. Wild 23 the winds, and loud as waves.


The blessing of rain. 5 Whole kingdoms, shaken by the storm, M IS by thy strength the mountains He settles in a peaceful form;

1 God of eternal power; stand, Mountains establish'd by his hand,

The sea grows calm at thy command, Firm on their old foundations stand.

And tempests cease to roar. 6 Behold his ensigns sweep the sky,

| 2 Thy morning light and evening shade New comets blaze, and lightnings fly!

Successive comforts bring; The heathen lands, with swift surprise, Thy plenteous fruits make harvest glad, From the bright horror turn their eyes. Thy flowers adorn the spring. 7 At his command the morning ray 3 Seasons ard times, and moons and hours,

Smiles in the east, and leads the day; Heaven, earth, and air are thine: He guides the sun's declining wheels When clouds distil in fruitful showers, Over the tops of western hills.

The author is Divine. 18 Seasons and times obey his voice; 4 Those wand'ring cisterns in the sky, The evening and the morn rejoice

Borne by the winds around,
To see the earth made soft with showers, With watery treasures well supply
Laden with fruit, and dress'd in flowers. The furrows of the ground.

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