And times of past distress record, When I have found my God was kind. e 2 Huge troubles, with tumultuous noise, Swell like a sea, and round me spread; Thy water-spouts drown all my joys, And rising waves roll o'er my head. -3 Yet will the Lord command his love, When I address his throne by day; Nor in the night his grace remove; The night shall hear me sing and pray. e 4 I'll cast myself before his feet, d And say, My God, my heavenly Rock, p 'Why doth thy love so long forget

"The soul that groans beneath thy stroke? -5 I'll chide my heart that sinks so low; e Why should my soul indulge in grief? o Hope in the Lord, and praise him too; He is my rest, my sure relief.

o 3 Thy light and truth shall guide me still; Thy word shall my best thoughts employ, And lead me to thy holy hill,

My God, my most exceeding joy.

PSALM 44. C. M. China. Bedford. [b] V. 1, 2, 2, 8, 15-26. The Church's Complaint in Persecution.

1 LORD, we have heard thy works of old, Thy works of power and grace,

When to our ears our fathers told
The wonders of their days :-

2 How thou didst build thy churches here,
And make thy gospel known;

• Amongst them did thine arm appear, Thy light and glory shone.

o 3 In God they boasted all the day;
And in a cheerful throng,

Did thousands me t to praise and pray;
And grace was all their song.

e 4 But now our souls are seiz'd with shame,
Confusion fills our face,

To hear the enemy blaspheme,

And fools reproach thy grace.

-5 [Yet have we not forgot our God, Nor falsely dealt with heaven;

Nor have our steps declin'd the road
Of duty thou hast given :-

e 6 Though dragons all around us roar,
With their destructive breath,
And thine own hand has bruis'à us sore,
Hard by the gates of death.

PAUSE.

7 We are expos'd all day to die,
As martyrs for thy cause;
As sheep for slaughter bound we lie
By sharp and bloody laws.]

-8 Awake, arise, Almighty Lord,
Why sleeps thy wonted grace!

e Why should we look like men abhor'd
Or banish'd from thy face?

9 [Wilt thou for ever cast us off,
And still neglect our cries?
For ever hide thy heavenly love,
From our afflicted eyes?

p 10 Down to the dust our soul is how'd,
And dies upon the ground;

d Rise for our help, rebuke the proud, And all their powers confound.]

-11 Redeem us from perpetual shame,
Our Saviour, and our God;

We plead the honours of thy name,
The merits of thy blood.

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PSALM 45. S. M. Dover. [*]
The Glory of Christ.

MY Saviour and my King,

Thy beauties are divine;

Thy lips with blessings overflow,
And ev'ry grace is thine.

。 2 Now make thy glorie known,
Gird on thy dreadful sword,
And ride in majesty, to spread

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The conquests of thy word.

Strike through thy stubborn foes,
Or melt their hearts t' obey;

-While justice, meekness, grace, and truth,
Attend thy glorious way.

04 Thy laws, O God, are right,
Thy throne shall ever stand;
And thy victorious gospel proves
A sceptre in thy hand.

05 Thy Father and thy God,
Hath, without measure, shed
His Spirit, like a joyful oil,
T'anoint thy sacred head.
Behold, at thy right hand
The Gentile church is seen
Like a fair bride in rich attire,

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And princes guard the queen. 7 Fair bride, receive his love, Forget thy father's house, Forsake thy gods, thy idol gods, And pay thy Lord thy vows. O let thy God and King

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Thy sweetest thoughts employ ; • Thy children shall his honours sing In palaces of joy.]

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C. M. Arundel. Mear. [*]
Glories and Government of Christ.
'LL speak the honours of my King,
His form divinely fair;

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None of the sons of mortal race

May with the Lord compare.

b 2 Sweet is thy speech, and heavenly grace Upon thy lips is shed;

-Thy God with blessings infinite

Hath crown'd thy sacred head.

g 3 Gird on thy sword, victorious Prince, Ride with majestic sway;

Thy terrour shall strike through thy foes, And make the world obey.

4 Thy throne, O God, for ever stands,
Thy word of grace shall prove

A peaceful sceptre in thy hands.
To rule thy saints by love.

-5 Justice and truth attend thee still;
But mercy is thy choice;

u And God, thy God, thy soul shall fill, With most peculiar joys.

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L. M. 1st Part. Blenden. [*]

The Glory of Christ, and Power of his Gospel NOW be my heart inspir'd to sing The glories of my Saviour King; e Jesus the Lord, how heavenly fair His form! how bright his beauties are! - 2 O'er all the sons of human race He shines with a superiour grace; o Love from his lips divinely flows, And blessings all his state compose. g3 Dress thee in arms, most mighty Lord, Gird on the terrour of thy sword, In majesty and glory ride,

With truth and meekness at thy side. e 4 Thine anger, like a pointed dart, Will pierce the foes of stubborn heart; • Or words of mercy, kind and sweet, Will melt the rebels at thy feet.

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5 Thy throne, O God, for ever stands,
Grace is the sceptre in thy hands;
Thy laws and works are just and right;
Justice and grace are thy delight.

-6 God, thine own God, has richly shed
His oil of gladness on thy head;

• And with his sacred Spirit blest His first-born Son above the rest.

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L. M. 2nd Part. Oporto. Green's. [*]
Christ and his Church.

THE

HE King of saints, how fair his face!
Adorn'd with majesty and grace!
o He comes with blessings from above,
And wins the nations to his love.

b 2 At his right hand, our eyes behold
The queen, array'd in purest gold;
..-The world admires her heavenly dress,
Her robe of joy and righteousness.

3 He forms her beauties like his own,
He calls and seats her near his throne :
b Fair stranger, let thy heart. forget
The idols of thy native state.

-4 So will the King the more rejoice In thee, the fav'rite of his choice;

Let him be lov'd, and yet ador'd,
For he's thy Maker, and thy Lord.
#50 happy hour, when thou shalt rise
To his fair palace in the skies!
And all thy sons, a numerous train,
Each like a prince in glory reign.

g 6 Let endless honours crown his head
Let ev'ry age his praises spread;
-While we with cheerful songs approve
The condescensions of his love.

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PSALM 46. L. M. 1st Part. Leeds, Blendon. [* The Church's Safety amidst Desolations.

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GOD is the refuge of his saints,

When storms of sharp distress invade; Ere we can offer our complaints,

Behold him present with his aid.

o 2 Let mountains from their seats be hurl'd,
Down to the deep and buried there-
Convulsions shake the solid world-
Our faith shall never yield to fear.

u 3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar-
e In sacred peace our souls abide;
-While ev'ry nation, ev'ry shore,
e Trembles and dreads the swelling tide.
e 4 There is a stream, whose gentle flow
Supplies the city of our God;

b Life, love, and joy still gliding through,
And wat❜ring our divine abode.

-5 That sacred stream, thy holy word,
Our grief allays, our fear controls:
Sweet peace thy promises afford,
And give new strength to fainting souls
g 6 Zion enjoys her monarch's love,
Secure against a threat'ning hour;
Nor can her firm foundations move,
Built on his truth, and arin'd with power
L. M. 2nd Part. Blendon. [*]
God fights for his Church.

• 1 LET Zion in her King rejoice,

Though tyrants rage, ar d kingdoms rise