f5 Sing praises to the righteous Lord, Who dwells on Zion's hill,

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Who executes his threatening word,
And doth his grace fulfil.

SECOND PART. C. M.

Marlow.

1 WHEN the great Judge, supreme and just,
Shall once inquire for blood,

The humble souls, that mourn in dust,
Shail find a faithful God.

P 2 Thy thunder shall affright the proud,
put their hearts to pain,

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

3 Though saints to sore distress are brought,
And wait, and long complain;
Their cries shall never be forgot,
Nor shall their hopes be vain.

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

THIRD PART. C. M.

Abridge.

1 TO God, who dwells on Zion's mount,
Your lofty voices raise;

Through all the earth his works recount,
In solemn hymns of praise.

2 The Lord in righteousness is known,
In judgment seen by all;

The wicked, who his name disown,
By their own works shall fall.

mf 3 O Lord, in majesty arise,

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The heathen's power assail;
Exalt thyself above the skies,
And let not man prevail.

4 Thou art, O God, the righteous Lord,
Thy name shall still endure;

Thy throne of judgment, and thy word,
Shall stand for ever sure.

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FOURTH PART. C. M. Nottingham.
Delight in praising God.

1 TO celebrate thy praise, O Lord,
I will my heart prepare;

To all the listening world, thy works,
Thy wondrous works, declare.

2 The thought of them shall to my soul
Exalted pleasures bring;

While to thy name, O thou Most High,
Triumphant praise I sing.

m 3 Thou art, O Lord, a sure defence
Against oppressing rage;

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As troubles rise, thy needful aid
In our behalf engage.

4 To celebrate thy praise, O Lord,
I will my heart prepare;

To all the listening world, thy works,
Thy wondrous works, declare.

FIRST PART. L. M.

Danvers.

Jehovah, the Avenger of the Oppressed.

1 JEHOVAH reigns-your tribute bring; Proclaim the Lord, th' eternal King: f Crown him, ye saints, with holy joy, His arm shall all your foes destroy.

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2 Thou, Lord, ere yet the humble mind Had formed to prayer the wish designed, Hast heard the secret sigh arise,

While, swift to aid, thy mercy flies,

3 Thy Spirit shall our heart prepare;
Thine ear shall listen to our prayer:
Thou, righteous Judge! thou Power divine!
On thee the fatherless recline.

mf 4 The Lord shall save th' afflicted breast,
His arm shall vindicate th' oppressed;
Earth's mightiest tyrant feel his power,
Nor sin, nor Satan grieve them more,

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SECOND PART. C. M.

mp 1 WHY doth the Lord depart so far,
And why conceal his face,
When great calamities appear,
And times of deep distress?

Len

Burford.

2 Lord, shall the wicked still deride
Thy justice and thy power?
Shall they advance their heads in pride,
And still thy saints devour?

3 O God, arise--lift up thine hand,
Attend our humble cry;

No enemy shall dare to stand,
When God, our help, is nigh.

4 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray,
And lend thine ear to hear;
Accept the vows thy children pay,
And free thy saints from fear.

THIRD PART. C. M.

Litchfield.

1 ARISE, O Lord-lift up thine hand,
And show to all mankind,

That in thy guidance and command
The poor shall safety find.

2 Thou dost ungodliness behold:
Oh then the humble bless!

And with thy sacred love infold
The poor and fatherless.

-3 God hears his humble followers' voice,
When offered up in prayer;

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4 Those shall in peace and safety live,
Who love God's righteous laws;
To then he will protection give,
For ever, from their foes.

God present to save his People.

1 MY refuge is the God of love : Why do my foes insult and cry,

Alfreton.

"Fly, like a timorous, trembling dove,
To distant woods, or mountains fly"?

2 The Lord in heaven has fixed his throne,
His eyes survey the world below:
To him all mortal things are known,
His eyelids search our spirits through.

-3 If he afflict his saints so far,

To prove their love, and try their grace, What must the bold transgressors fear!His very soul abhors their ways.

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

The men that his own image bear.

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C. M.

Grafton,

Divine Aid invoked in Times of great Wickedness.

1 HELP, Lord, for men of virtue fail,
Religion loses ground;

The sons of violence prevail,

And treacheries abound.

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

3 Lord, when iniquities abound,
And blasphemy grows bold,
When faith is hardly to be found,
And love is waxing cold,—

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

f 5 Yes-saith the Lord-now will I rise,
And make oppressors flee;

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

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FIRST PART. L. M.

Medway.

Complaint under the Hiding of God's Countenance. Aff 1 HOW long, O Lord, shall I complain,

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Like one that seeks his God in vain?
How long shall I thine absence mourn,
And still despair of thy return?

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

3 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.
4 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.

SECOND PART. C. M.

Dundee.

mp 1 HOW long wilt thou conceal thy face, My God, how long delay?

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

2 How long shall my afflicted soul
Wrestle and toil in vain ?

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

3 Be thou my sun, and thou my shield,
My soul in safety keep;

Make haste, before mine eyes are sealed
In death's eternal sleep.

4 Thou wilt display that sovereign grace,
Whence all my comforts spring;
I shall employ my lips in praise
And thy salvation sing.

THIRD PART. 7s.

Benson.

1 LORD of mercy, just and kind,
Wilt thou ne'er my guilt forgive?
Never shall my troubled mind
In thy kind remembrance live?