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GREAT God, whose universal sway

obey,

known and unknown worlds

Now give the kingdom to thy Son,
Extend his power, exalt his throne.
2 Thy sceptre well becomes his hands,
All heaven submits to his commands;
His justice shall avenge the poor,
And pride and rage prevail no more.
3 With power he vindicates the just,
And treads the oppressor in the dust:
His worship and his fear shall last
Till hours, and years, and time be past.
4 As rain on meadows newly mown,

So shall he send his influer.ce down;
His grace on fainting souls distils
Like heavenly dew on thirsty hills.
5 The heathen lands, that lie beneath
The shades of overspreading death,
Revive at his first dawning light;
And deserts blossom at the sight.
6 The saints shall flourish in his days,
Dress'd in the robes of joy and praise;
Peace, like a river from his throne,
Shall flow to nations yet unknown.

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Christ's kingdom among the Gentiles. JESUS shall reign where'er the sun

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Worksop, 31. Saints happy, and sinners cursed. OW I'm convinced the Lord is kind To men of heart sincere;

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Yet once my foolish thoughts repined,
And border'd on despair.

2 I grieved to see the wicked thrive,
And spoke with angry breath-
'How pleasant and profane they live!
How peaceful is their death!

3. With well-fed flesh and haughty eyes
They lay their fears to sleep;
Against the heavens their slanders rise,
While saints in silence weep.

4 In vain I lift my hands to pray,
And cleanse my heart in vain,
For I am chasten'd all the day,-
The night renews my pain.'

5 Yet while my tongue indulged complaints,
I felt my heart reprove:

'Sure I shall thus offend thy saints, And grieve the men I love.'

6 But still I found my doubts too hard,
The conflict too severe,

Till I retired to search thy word,
And learn thy secrets there.

7 There, as in some prophetic glass,
I saw the sinner's feet

High mounted on a slippery place,
Beside a fiery pit.

8 I heard the wretch profanely boast,
Till at thy frown he fell;

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His honours in a dream were lost,
And he awakes in hell.

Lord, what an envious fool I was!
How like a thoughtless beast!
Thus to suspect thy promised grace,
And think the wicked bless'd!

10 Yet I was kept from full despair,
Upheld by power unknown;

Does his successive journies run;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
2 [Behold, the islands, with their kings,
And Europe her best tribute brings;
From north to south the princes meet
To pay their homage at his feet.
3 There Persia, glorious to behold,
There India shines in eastern gold
And barbarous nations at his word
Submit and bow, and own their Lord.]
4 For him shall endless prayer be made,
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His name like sweet perfume shall rise
With every morning sacrifice.

5 People and realms of every tongue
Dwell on his love with sweetest song;
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on his name.

6 Blessings abound where'er he reigns;
The prisoner leaps to lose his chains,
The weary find eternal rest,

And all the sons of want are blest.
7 [Where he displays his healing power,
Death and the curse are known no more:
In him the tribes of Adam boast
More blessings than their father lost.
8 Let every creature rise and bring
Peculiar honours to our King;
Angels, descend with songs again,
And earth, repeat the long Amen.]

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That blessed hand that broke the snare
Shall guide me to thy throne.

PART II.

C. M.

Jersey, 15. Ver. 23-28. God our portion here and hereafter.

GOD, my supporter and my hope,
My help for ever near,

Thine arm of mercy held me up
When sinking in despair.

2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet
Through this dark wilderness;

Thine hand conduct me near thy seat,
To dwell before thy face.

3 Were I in heaven without my God,
'T would be no joy to me:
And whilst this earth is my abode,
I long for none but thee.

4 What if the springs of life were broke,
And flesh and heart should faint,
God is my soul's eternal rock,
The strength of every saint.

To mourn, and murmur, and repine,
To see the wicked placed on high,
In pride and robes of honour shine!

2 But oh, their end! their dreadful end!
Thy sanctuary taught me so:
On slippery rocks I see them stand,
And fiery billows roll below.

3 Now let them boast how tall they rise,
I'll never envy them again;

There they may stand with haughty eyes,
Till they plunge deep in endless pain.
4 Their fancied joys, how fast they flee!
Just like a dream when man awakes;
Their songs of softest harmony
Are but a preface to their plagues.
5 Now I esteem their mirth and wine
Too dear to purchase with my blood;
Lord, 't is enough that thou art mine,
My life, my portion, and my God.

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Harborough, 142.

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His wrath for ever smoke
Against the people of his love,
His little chosen flock?

2 Think of the tribes so dearly bought
With their Redeemer's blood;
Nor let thy Zion be forgot,
Where once thy glory stood.

3 Lift up thy feet, and march in haste;
Aloud our ruin calls;

See what a wide and fearful waste
Is made within thy walls.

4 Where once thy churches pray'd and
Thy foes profanely roar; [sang,
Over thy gates their ensigns hang,-
Sad tokens of their power.

The mystery of Providence unfolded. 5 How are the seats of worship broke!

They tear the buildings down,
And he that deals the heaviest stroke
Procures the chief renown.

6 With flames they threaten to destroy
Thy children in their nest;

Come, let us burn at once,' they cry,
The temple and the priest.'

While haughty fools, with scornful eyes, 7 And still, to heighten our distress,

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I saw the wicked rise,

And felt my heart repine,

In robes of honour shine.

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Their flesh looks full and fair;

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[Pamper'd with wanton ease,

Their wealth rolls in like flowing seas,
And grows without their care.

Free from the plagues and pains
That pious souls endure,

Through all their life oppression reigns,
And racks the humble poor.

Their impious tongues blaspheme
The everlasting God:

Their malice blasts the good man's name,
And spreads their lies abroad.

6 But I, with flowing tears,

Indulged my doubts to rise;

'Is there a God that sees or hears The things below the skies?']

Thy presence is withdrawn ;
Thy wonted signs of power and grace,
Thy power and grace are gone.

8 No prophet speaks to calm our woes,
But all the seers mourn;

There's not a soul amongst us knows
The time of thy return.

PAUSE.

9 How long, eternal God, how long
Shall men of pride blaspheme?
Shall saints be made their endless song,
And bear immortal shame?

10 Canst thou for ever sit and hear
Thy holy name profaned?
And still thy jealousy forbear,
And still withhold thine hand?

11 What strange deliverance hast thou
In ages long before!
[shown

And now no other God we own,
No other God adore.

12 Thou didst divide the raging sea
By thy resistless might,

To make thy tribes a wondrous way,
And then secure their flight.

13 Is not the world of nature thine,-
The darkness and the day?

Didst not thou bid the morning shine,
And mark the sun his way?

14 Hath not thy power form'd every coast,
And set the earth its bounds,
With summer's heat and winter's frost,
In their perpetual rounds?

15 And shall the sons of earth and dust
That sacred power blaspheme?

To make the wicked drink them up,
Wring out and taste the bitter dregs.
8 Now shall the Lord exalt the just;
And while he tramples on the proud,
And lays their glory in the dust,
My lips shall sing his praise aloud.]
C. M. Providence, 10.
Israel saved and the Assyrians de
stroyed.

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N Judah God of old was known;
His name in Israel great;
In Salem stood his holy throne,
And Zion was his seat.

2 Among the praises of his saints
His dwelling there he chose;
There he received their just complaints
Against their haughty foes.

Will not thy hand that form'd them first 3 From Zion went his dreadful word,
Avenge thine injured name?

16 Think on the covenant thou hast made,

And all thy words of love;
Nor let the birds of prey invade
And vex thy mourning dove.

17 Our foes would triumph in our blood,
And make our hope their jest:
Plead thine own cause, Almighty God,
And give thy children rest.

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To thee, most holy and most high,

To thee we bring our thankful praise; Thy works declare thy name is nigh, Thy works of wonder and of grace. 2 Britain was doom'd to be a slave, Her frame dissolved, her fears were great; When God a new supporter gave To bear the pillars of the state. 3 He from thy hand received his crown, And swore to rule by wholesome laws; His foot shall tread the oppressor down, His arm defend the righteous cause. 4 Let haughty sinners sink their pride, Nor lift so high their scornful head; But lay their foolish thoughts aside, And own the king that God hath made. 5 Such honours never come by chance, Nor do the winds promotion blow; 'T is God the Judge doth one advance, "T is God that lays another low. 6 No vain pretence to royal birth Shall fix a tyrant on the throne: God, the great Sovereign of the earth, Will rise and make his justice known. 7 [His hand holds out the dreadful cup Of vengeance

And broke the threatening spear, The bow, the arrows, and the sword, And crush'd the Assyrian war.

4 What are the earth's wide kingdoms else,
But mighty hills of prey?

The hill on which Jehovah dwells
Is glorious more than they.

5 'T was Zion's King that stopp'd the
Of captains and their bands; [breath
The men of might slept fast in death,
And never found their hands.

6 At thy rebuke, O Jacob's God,
Both horse and chariot fell:
Who knows the terrors of thy rod?
Thy vengeance who can tell?

7 What power can stand before thy sight
When once thy wrath appears?

When heaven shines round with dreadful light,

The earth lies still and fears.

8 When God in his own sovereign ways
Comes down to save the oppress'd,
The wrath of man shall work his praise,
And he 'll restrain the rest.

9 [Vow to the Lord, and tribute bring;
Ye princes, fear his frown:
His terror shakes the proudest king,
And cuts an army down.

10 The thunder of his sharp rebuke
Our haughty foes shall feel:

For Jacob's God hath not forsook
But dwells in Zion still.]

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PART I. C. M. Ludlow, 84. Melancholy assaulting, and hope prevailing.

O God I cried with mournful voice,

TI sought his gracious ear,

In the sad day when troubles rose,
And fill'd the night with fear.

2 Sad were my days and dark my nights
My soul refused relief:

I thought on God, the just and wise,