Aloud our ruin calls; See what a wide and fearful waste 5 How are the seats of worship broke! When to our ears our fathers told 13 Lift up thy feet, and march in haste, 7 We are expos'd all day to die Why sleeps thy wonted grace?. And still neglect our cries? 10 Down to the dust our souls are bow'd, 7 66 6 With flames they threaten to destroy 12 Thou didst divide the raging sea, The darkness and the day? 16 Think on the covenant thou hast made, A complaint against persecutors. AND will the God of grace Perpetual silence keep? The God of justice hold his peace, And let his vengeance sleep? 2 Behold what cursed snares The men of mischief spread: The men that hate thy saints, and thee, Lift up their threatening head. 3 Against thy hidden ones 5 Their counsels they employ, And malice, with her watchful eye, Pursues them to destroy. 4 The noble and the base Into thy pastures leap; The lion and the stupid ass Conspire to vex thy sheep. "Come, let us join," they cry, "To root them from the ground, "Till not the name of saints remain, "Nor memory shall be found.” 6 Awake, Almighty God, And call thy wrath to mind; Give them, like forests, to the fire, Or stubble to the wind. 7 Convince their madness, Lord, And make them seek thy name; That glorious, dreadful word, PSALM 35. 1st Part. C. M. b 467} Bangor, Durham. Prayer and faith of persecuted saints; or, imprecations mixed with charity. 1 Now O plead my cause, Almighty God, With all the sons of strife; And fight against the men of blood, Who fight against my life. 2 Draw out thy spear, and stop their way, Lift thine avenging rod; But to my soul in mercy say, "I am thy Saviour God." 3They plant their snares to catch my feet, And nets of mischief spread; Plunge the destroyers in the pit That their own hands have made 4 Let fogs and darkness hide their way, And slippery be their ground; Thy wrath shall make their liyes a prey, And all their rage confound. 5 They fly, like chaff before the wind, Before thine angry breath; The angel of the Lord behind Pursues them down to death. 6 They love the road that leads to hell; Then let the rebels die, Whose malice is implacable Against the Lord on high. 7 But if thou hast a chosen few Among that impious race, Divide them from the bloody crew By thy surprising grace. 8 Then will I raise my tuneful voice To make thy wonders known; In their salvation I'll rejoice, And bless thee for my own. 468} 1 PSALM 14. 2d Part. C. M. b The folly of persecutors. ARE sinners now so senseless grown, That they the saints devour? And never worship at thy throne, Nor fear thine awful power? 2 Great God! appear to their surprise; Reveal thy dreadful name; Let them no more thy wrath despise, Nor turn our hope to shame. 3 Dost thou not dwell among the just? And yet our foes deride, That we should make thy name our trust, Great God! confound their pride. 40 that the joyful day were come, To finish our distress! When God shall bring his children home, Our songs shall never cease. In vain the sons of Satan boast Of armies in array; When God has first despis'd their host, O for a word from Sion's King, Jacob with all his tribes shall sing, THE SAFETY, DELIVERANCE, AND TRIUMPH OF THE CHURCH. PSALM 135. 1st Part. L. M. * 470} Gloucester, Eaton. The church is God's house and care. Praise ye the Lord; the Lord is good: And when he hears their sore complaints, Repents the sorrows that he sends. 4 Through every age the Lord declares His name, and breaks th' oppressor's rod; He gives his suffering servants rest,' And will be known, Th' Almighty God. 5 Bless ye the Lord, who taste his love, People and priests, exalt his name: Among his saints he ever dwells: His church is his Jerusalem. HYMN 39. B. 1. C. M. b or * 471} Plymouth, Carolina. God's tender care of his church. 1NOW OW shall my inward joys arise, And burst into a song; Almighty love inspires my heart, And pleasure tunes my tongue. 2God, on his thirsty Sion hill, Some mercy drops has thrown; And solemn oaths have bound his love To shower salvation down. Why do we then indulge our fears, 15 "Yet," saith the Lord, "should nature change, "And mothers monsters prove, "Sion still dwells upon the heart "Of everlasting love. 6" Deep on the palms of both my hands "I have engrav'd her name; "My hands shall raise her ruin'd walls, "And build her broken frame." 472} 2 HOW HYMN 8. B. 1. C. M. * The safety and protection of the church. 4 5 Like rising waves, with angry roar, That dash and die upon the shore. 4 Then let our souls in Sion dwell, Nor fear the wrath of Rome and hell; His arms embrace this happy ground, Like brazen bulwarks built around. 5 God is our shield, and God our sun; Swift as the fleeting moments run, On us he sheds new beams of grace, 5 That sacred stream, thine holy word, That all our raging fear controls: Sweet peace thy promises afford, And give new strength to fainting souls. 6 Sion enjoys her Monarch's love, Secure against a threatening hour; Nor can her firm foundations move, Built on his truth, and arm'd with power. And we reflect his brightest praise. 476} 474} HIGH HYMN 18. B. 2. L. M. Blendon, Shoel. The ministry of angels. IGH on a hill of dazzling light The King of glory spreads his seat, And troops of angels, stretch'd for flight, Stand waiting round his awful feet. 2" Go," saith the Lord, "my Gabriel, go, "Salute the virgin's fruitful womb; "Make haste, ye cherubs, down below, "Sing and proclaim the Saviour come." 3 Here a bright squadron leaves the skies, And thick around Elisha stands; Anon a heavenly soldier flies, And breaks the chains from Peter's hands. 4 Thy winged troops, O God of hosts, Wait on thy wandering church below; Here we are sailing to thy coasts, Let angels be our convoy too. 5 Are they not all thy servants, Lord? At thy command they go and come; With cheerful haste obey thy word, And guard thy children to their home. PSALM 46. 1st Part. L. M. b 97th Psalm, Rothwell. PSALM 46. 2d Part. L. M. # God fights for his church. 1LET Sion in her King rejoice, Though tyrants rage,and kingdoms rise; He utters his almighty voice, The nations melt, the tumult dies. 2 The Lord of old for Jacob fought, And Jacob's God is still our aid: Behold the works his hand hath wrought, What desolations he hath made! 3 From sea to sea, through all the shores, He makes the noise of battle cease; When from on high his thunder roars, He awes the trembling world to peace. 4 He breaks the bow, he cuts the spear, Chariots he burns with heavenly flame Keep silence, all the earth, and heat The sound and glory of his name. 5"Be still, and learn that I am God, "I'll be exalted o'er the lands, "I will be known and fear'd abroad, "But still my throne in Sion stands." 60 Lord of hosts, Almighty King, While we so near thy presence dwell, Our faith shall sit secure, and sing Defiance to the gates of hell. 475} The church's safety and triumph among 477 national desolations. 1GOD is the refuge of his saints, When storms of sharp d'stress invade; Ere we can offer our complaints, Behold him present with his aid. 2 Let mountains from their seats be hurl'd Down to the deep, and bury'd there; Convulsions shake the solid world, Our faith shall never yield to fear. 3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar; In sacred peace our souls abide, While every nation, every shore Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide. 4 There is a stream, whose gentle flow Supplies the city of our God; -Life, love, and joy still gliding through, And watering our divine abode. HYMN 28. B. 1. C. M. Wareham, Arundel. The triumph of Christ over the ene mies of his church. 1 WHAT mighty man, or mighty God Comes travelling in state, Along the Idumean road, Away from Bozrah's gate? 2 The glory of his robes proclaims 'Tis some victorious, King; "Tis I, the just, the Almighty One, "That your salvation bring." 3 Why, mighty Lord, thy saints enquire, Why thine apparel red? And all thy vesture stain'd like those, Who in the wine-press tread? 4"I, by myself, have trod the press, "And crush'd my focs alone; 1 "I antichrist. LIFT my banners," saith the Lord, "Where antichrist has stood; "The city of my gospel foes "Shall be a field of blood. 2" My heart has studied just revenge, "And now the day appears, "The day of my redeem'd is come, "To wipe away their tears. 3"Quite weary is my patience grown, "And bids my fury go; "Swift as the lightning it shall move, "And be as fatal too. 4"I call for helpers, but in vain; "Then has my gospel none? "Well, mine own arm has might enough| "To crush my foes alone. 5"Slaughter and my devouring sword "Shall walk the streets around, "Babel shall reel beneath my stroke, "And stagger to the ground." 6 Thine honours, O victorious King! Thine own right hand shall raise, While we thine awful vengeance sing, And our Deliverer praise. Chief general of th' eternal King, And fought the battles of our God. 2 Against the dragon and his host The armies of the Lord prevail;. In vain they rage, in vain they boast, Their courage sinks, their weapons fail. 3 Down to the earth was Satan thrown, Down to the earth his legions fell; Then was the trump. of triumph blown, And shook the dreadful deeps of hell. 4 Now is the hour of darkness past, Christ hath assum'd his reigning power; Behold the great accuser cast Down from the skies, to rise no more. 5'Twas by thy blood, immortal Lamb, Thine armies trod the tempter down; 'Twas by thy word and powerful name They gain'd the battle and renown. 6 Rejoice, ye heavens; let every star Shine with new glories round the sky; Saints, while ye sing the heavenly war, Raise your Deliverer's name on high. |