6 In vain shall sinners hope to rise,
By flattering or malicious lies;
And while the innocent guard,
The bold offender shan't be spared.

7 The impious crew, that f factious band,
Shall hide their heads, or quit the land;
And all who break the public rest,
Where I have power, shall be suppressed.
C. M. Mear. [*]

A Psalin for a Master of a Family.
F justice and of grace I sing,
And pay my God my vows;

Thy grace and justice, heavenly King,
Teach me to rule my house,

2 Now to my tent, O God, repair,
And make thy servant wise;
I'll suffer nothing near me there,
That shall offend thine eyes.

3 The man who doth his neighbour wrong,
By falsehood or by force,

The scornful eye, the slanderous tongue,-
I'll thrust them from my doors.

4 I'll seek the faithful and the just,
And will their help enjoy ;

These are the friends whom I shall trust,
The servants I'll employ.

5 The wretch, who deals in sly deceit,
I'll not endure a night:

The liar's tongue I ever hate,
And banish from my sight.

6 I'll purge my family around,
And make the wicked flee;
So shall my house be ever found
A dwelling fit for thee.

PSALM 102, C. M. FIRST PART. China. [b]

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Ver. 1-13, 20, 21. A Prayer for the Afflicted.

HEA

EAR me, O God, nor hide thy face;
But answer, lest I die:

Hast thou not built a throne of grace

To hear when sinners cry?

p 2 My days are wasted, like the smoke,
Dissolving in the air;

My strength is dried; my heart is broke,
And sinking in despair.

3 My spirits flag, like withering grass,
Burnt with excessive heat;

In secret groans my minutes pass,
And I forget to eat.

4 [As on some lonely building's top,
The sparrow tells her moan,→
Far from the tents of joy and hope,
I sit and grieve alone.

5 My soul is like a wilderness,

Where beasts of midnight howl:
Where the sad raven finds her place,
And where the screaming owl.

6 Dark, dismal thoughts and boding fears
Dwell in my troubled breast;

While sharp reproaches wound mine ears,
Nor give my spirit rest.

7 My cup is mingled with my woes,
And tears are my repast:
My daily bread, like ashes, grows
Unpleasant to my taste.

8 Sense can afford no real joy,
To souls that feel thy frown;
Lord, 'twas thy hand advanced me high ;~
Thy hand hath cast me down.

9 My locks like withered leaves appear;
And life's declining light

Grows faint as evening shadows are,
That vanish into night.]

-10 But thou forever art the same,
O my eternal God!

o Ages to come shall know thy name,

And spread thy works abroad.

o 11 Thou wilt arise, and show thy face;
Nor will my Lord delay,

Beyond th' appointed hour of grace,
That long-expected day.

-12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry, And, by mysterious ways,

Redeems the prisoners doomed to die,

And fills their tongues with praise.

Reading.

C. M. SECOND PART. St. Paul's. Zion. [*]

V. 13-21. Prayer heard, and Zion restored.

d'LET Zion and her sons rejoice

Behold the promised hour!

--Her God hath heard her mourning voice,
And comes t' exalt his power.

e 2 Her dust and ruins that remain
Are precious in our eyes:

o Those ruins shall be built again,
And all that dust shall rise.

g 3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem,
And stand in glory there;
Nations shall bow before his name,
And kings attend with fear.

p 4 He sits a Sovereign on his throne,
With pity in his eyes;

He hears the dying prisoners groan,
And sees their sighs arise.

-5 He frees the souls condemned to death;
And, when his saints complain,

It shan't be said that praying breath
Was ever spent in vain.

• 6 This shall be known, when we are dead,"
And left on long record,-

That ages, yet unborn, may read,
And trust and praise the Lord.

L. M. Dresden. Leeds. [b].

V. 23-28.

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Saints die, but Christ and the Church live. is the Lord our Saviour's hand,

Iets amidst race;

e Disease and death, at his command,
Arrest us, and cut short our days.
o 2 Spare us, O Lord, aloud we pray,
Nor let our sun go down at noon :
o Thy years are one eternal day,
e And inust thy children die so soon!
-3 Yet, in the midst of death and grief,
This thought our sorrow shall assuage:
"Our Father and our Saviour live;
"Christ is the same through every age

g 4 "Twas He this earth's foundation laid; Heaven is the building of his hand :

e This earth grows old, these heavens shall fade, And all be changed at his command.

-5 The starry curtains of the sky,

Like garments, shall be laid aside; g But still thy throne stands firm and high; Thy church forever must abide.

o 6 Before thy face thy church shall live, And on thy throne thy children reign: o This dying world shall they survive, And the dead saints be raised again.

PSALM 103. L. M. 1ST PART. Nantwich. [*] Ver. 1-7. God's Goodness to Soul and Body.

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LESS, O my soul, the living God;

thoughts abroad;

o Let all the powers within me join
In work and worship so divine.

2 Bless, O my soul, the God of grace;
His favours claim thy highest praise;
Why should the wonders he hath wrought
Be fost in silence, and forgot?

e 3 'Tis he, my soul, who sent his Son,
To die for crimes which thou hast done;
o He owns the ransom, and forgives
The hourly follies of our lives.

4 The vices of the mind he heals,
And cures the pains that nature feels
o Redeems the soul from hell, and saves
Our wasting life from threatening graves.
-5 Our youth, decayed, his power repairs;
His mercy crowns our growing years:
He satisfies our mouth with good,
And fills our hope with heavenly food.
6 He sees the oppressor, and the oppressed,
And often gives the sufferers rest;
g But will his justice more display
In the great, last, rewarding day.

-7 [His power he showed by Moses' hands, And gave to Israel his commands:

e But sent his truth and mercy down, To all the nations,-by his Son.

-8 Let the whole earth his power confess; Let the whole earth adore his grace: o The Gentile with the Jew shall join In work and worship so divine.].

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Brentford.

L. M. SECOND PART. Green's. [*]
Ver. 8-18. God merciful in Chastisement.

This truth! how large his grace! HE Lord, how wondrous are his ways! He takes his mercy for his throne,

And thence he makes his glories known.
2 Not half so high his power hath spread
The starry heavens above our head,
As his rich love exceeds our praise,
Exceeds the highest hopes we raise.
3 Not half so far has nature placed
The rising morning from the west,
As his forgiving grace removes
The daily guilt of those he loves.
e 4 How slowly doth his wrath arise!
o On swifter wings salvation flies:
e And, if he lets his anger burn,
o How soon his frowns to pity turn!

-5 Amidst his wrath compassion shines;
His strokes are lighter than our sins;
And while his rod corrects his saints,
His ear indulges their complaints.

6 [So fathers their young sons chastise,
With gentle hands and melting eyes;
The children weep beneath the sinart,
And move the pity of their heart.

PAUSE.

7 The mighty God, the wise and just,
Knows that our frame is feeble dust;
And will no heavy loads impose,
Beyond the strength that he bestows.
8 He knows how soon our nature diez,
Blasted by every wind that flies;
Like grass we spring, and die as soon,
As morning flowers that fade at noon.
9 But his eternal love is sure
To all the saints, and shall endure⚫