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Vetse 50.

Verse 75.

Verse 67.

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10 But thou forever art the same,

3 This is the comfort I enjoy O my eternal God! Ages to come shall know thy name, I read thy word, I run thy way,

When new distress begins, And spread thy works abroad.

And hate my former sins. 11 Thou wilt arise, and show thy face;

Verse 92. Nor will my Lord delay 4 Had not thy word been my delight, Beyond th' appointed hour of grace, When earthly joys were fled, That long expected day.

My soul, opprest with sorrow's weight, 12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry, Had sunk among the dead.

And by mysterious ways, Redeems the prisoners doom'd to die, 51 know thy judgments, Lord, are right; And fils their tongues with praise. The sharpest sufferings I endure

Though they may seem severe : Psalm 39. 30 Part. C. M. b

Flow from thy faithful care. 596} Plympton, Colchester,

6 Before I knew thy chastening rod, Sick-bed devotion; or, pleading without repining. OD of my life, look gently down, But now I learn to keep thy word,

My feet were apt to stray ; u Behold the pains I feel;

Nor wander from thy way.
But I am dumb before thy throne,
Nor dare dispute thy will.

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Carthage, I'll not attempt a murmuring word Sanctified aflictions: or, delight in the word of God.

Verse 67, 59. Against thy chastening hand.

ATHER, I bless thy gentle hand; 3 Yet I may plead with humble cries:'FA

How kind was thy chastising rod, “Remove thy sharp rebukes;"

That forc'd my conscience to a stand, My strength consumes, my spirit dies, and brought my wandering soul to God! Through thy repeated strokes.

2 Foolish and vain, I went astray, 4 Crush'd as a moth beneath thy land, Ere I had felt 'thy scourges, Lord; We moulder to the dust;

I left my guide, and lost my way, Our feeble powers can ne'er withstand, But now I love and keep thy word. And all our beauty's lost.

Verse 71. 5 [This mortal life decays apace,

3 'Tis good for me to wear the yoke, How soon the bubble's broke! For pride is apt to rise and swell ; Adam and all his numerous race "Tis good to bear my Father's stroke, Are vanity and smoke)

That I might learn his statutes well. 6 I'ın but a sojourner below,

4 The law that issues from thy mouth As all my fathers were ;

Shall raise my cheerful passions more! May I be well prepar'd to go, Than all the treasures of the South, When I the suminous hear.

Or Western hills of golden ore. 7 But if my life be spar'd a while, Before my last remove,

5 Thy hands have made my mortal frame, Thy praise shall be my business still Thy Sprit forin'd my soul within ; And I'll declare thy love. Teach me to know thy wondrous name,

And guard me safe from death and sin. PSALM 119. 14th Part. C. M. b 597}

6 Then all that love and fear the Lord, Bangor, London.

At iny salvation shall rejoice ;
Benefit of afflictions, and support under them.
Verse 153, 81, 82.

For I have hoped in thy word ; 1C And they deliverance send;

ONSIDER all my sorrows, Lord, And made thy grace my only choice My soul for thy salvation faints; 1599

PSALM 6. L. M. 99

b or * When will my troubles end?

Blendon, Armley. 2 Yet I have found 'tis good for me

Temptations in sickness overcome. To bear niy Father's rod; 1 Afflictions make me learn thy law, When thou with kindness uost

, and live upon my God.

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Verse 72.

Verse 73.

Verse 74

Verse 71.

But thy herce wrath I cannot bear ;| Shall walk all day beneath his shade, o let it not against me rise! And there at night shall rest his head. 2 Pity my languishing estate, 2 Then will I say, " My God, thy power And ease the sorrows which I feel; “Shall be my fortress and my tower : The wounds thine heavy hand hath made, 1, that am form'd of feeble dust, 0 let thy gentler touches heal! " Make thine alınighty arm my trust." 3 See how I pass my weary days, 3 Thrice happy man! thy Maker's care In sigbs and groans; and when’tis night, Shall keep thee from the fowler's snare ; My bed is water'd with my tears ; Satan, the fowler, who betrays My grief consumes and diins iny sight. Unguarded souls a thousand ways. 4 Look how the powers of nature mourn! 4 Just as a hen protects her brood How long, Almighty God, how long : (From birds of prey that seek their blood) When shall thine hour of grace return | Under her feathers, so the Lord When shall I make thy grace my song? Makes his own arm his people's guard. 5 I feel my flesh so near the grave, 15 If burning beams of noon conspire My thoughts are tempted to despair : To dart a pestilential fire, But graves can never praise the Lord, God is their life, bis wings are spread For all is dust and silence there. To shield them with an healthful shade. 6 Depart, ye tempters, from my soul; 6 If vapours, with malignant breath, And all despairing thoughts, depart; Rise thick, and scatter inidnight death, My God, who hears my huruble moan, Israul is safe : The poison'd air Will ease my tesh, and cheer my heart. Grows pure, if Israel's God be there.

PAUSE. PSALM 6. C. M. 600}

b or # 7 What though a thousand at thy side, Plymouth, London.

At thy right hand ten thousand died? Complaint in sickness; or, diseases healed. Thy God his chosen people saves, IN N anger, Lord, rebuke me not,

Among the dead, amid the graves. Withdraw the dreadful stoi. Nor let thy fury, grow so hot

8 So when he sent his angel down

To make his wrath in Egypt known, Against a feeble worin.

And slew their sons, his careful eye 2 My soul's bow'd down with heavy cares, Pags'd all the doors of Jacob by. My filesh with pain oppress'd;

9 But if the fire, or plague, or sword, My couch is witness to my tears,

Receive commission from the Lord My tears forbid my rest.

To strike his saints among the rest, 3Sorrow and pain wear out my days; Their very pains and deaths are blest.

I waste the nigiit with cries, Counting the ininutes as they pass, Shall but fulil their best desire;

10 The sword, the pestilence, or fire, Till the slow morning rise.

From sins and sorrows set them free, 4 Shall I be still tormented more? Mine eyes consum’d with grief?

And bring thy children, Lord, to thee. How long, iny God, how long before

PSALM 91. C. M. Thine hand afford relief?

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Braintree, Devizes.
He pities all our groans ;
He saves us for his murcy's sake,

gels, victory and deliverince. And heals our-broken bones.

F. sons of men, a feeble race, 6 The virtue of his sovereign word

Expos'd to every snare, Restores our fainting breath ;

Come, make the Lord your dwelling But silent graves praise not the Lord,

And try, and trust his care. (place, Nor is he known in death. 2 No ill shall enter where you dwell; PSALM 91. L. M.

Or if the plague come nigh, 601} Eaton, Italy.

And sweep the wicked down to hell,

'Twill raise his saints on high. Safety in public dis ases und dangers. 'H

E that hath made his refuge, God, 13 He'll give his angels charge to keep
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Shall find a most secure abode ;

Your feet in all their ways:

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To watch your pillow while you sleep, 604 ? PSALM 30. 1st Part. I. M. And guard your happy days.

German Hymn, Bath. 4 Their hands shall bear you, lest you fall,

Sickness healed, and sorrow removed.: And dash against the stones; 11

WILL extol thee, Lord, on high ; Are they not servants at his call,

At thy command diseases fly ; And sent t'attend his sons ?

Who byt a God can speak and save

From the dark borders of the grave? 5 Adders and lions ye shall tread; 2 Sing to the Lord, ye saints of his,

The tempter's wiles defeat; He that hath broke the serpent's head And tell how large his goodness is, Puts him beneath your feet

Let all your powers rejoice and bless,

While you record his holiness. 6“ Because or me they set their love, 3 His anger but a moment stays;

"I'll save them (saith the Lord) His love is life and length of days; “I'll bear their joyful souls above Though grief and tears the night employ, “Destruction and the sword.

The morning star restores the joy. “My grace shall answer when they call; "In trouble I'll be nigh;

Efali, 605} Psalmstade

, fet Part. C. M. * “My power shall help them when they "And raise them when they die.

Deliverance from death, 8" Those that on earth my name havel' INTO thine hand, O God of truth,

My spirit I commit; “I'll honour them in heaven: [known, Thou hast redeem'd my soul from death, “There my salvation shall be shown, And sav'd me from the pit. “ And endless life be given.”

2 The passions of my hope and fear

Maintain'd a doubtful strife, PSALM 30. 2d Part. L. M. b) While sorrow, pain, and sin conspired Portugal, Armley.

To take away my life. Health, sickness, and recovery. 3“My times are in thy hand,” I cry'd, 1FIRM IRM was my health, my day was

Though I draw near the dust; bright,

Thou art the refuge where I nide, And I presun'd 'twould ne'er be night;

The God in whom I trust. Fondly I said within my heart, 40 make thy reconciled face 6.Pleasure and peace shall ne'er depart." Upon 'thy servant shine, 2 But I forgot thine arm was strong,

And save me for thy mercy's sake, Which made my mountain stand so long;

For I'm entirely thine.

PAUSE. Soon as thy face began to hide,

5 ['Twas in my haste my spirit said, My health was gone, my comforts died.

“I must despair and die, 3 I cried aloud to thee, my God,

“I am cut off before thine eyes ;" 66 What canst thou profit by my blood ?

But thou hast heard my cry.} . “ Deep in the dust, can I declare 16 Thy goodness, liow divinely free! “ Thy truth, or sing ty goodness there? How wondrous is thy grace 4“Hear me, o God of grace,” I said,

To those that 'fear thy majesty, “ And bring me from among the dead :"

And trust thy promises ! Thy word rebuk'd the pains I felt,

17 O love the Lord, all ye his saints, Thy pardoning love remov'd my guilt.

And sing his praises loud;

He'll bend his ear to your complaints, 5 My groans, and tears, and forms of wo

And recompense the proud,
Are turn'u to joy and praises now;
I throw my sackcloth on the ground,

PSALM 116. 1st Part. C. M. 6 And ease and gladness gird me round. 606}

Dundee, York. 6 My tongue, the glory of my frame, Recovery from sickness. Shall ne?er be silent of thy name ; 1I LOVE the Lord: he heard my cries, Thy praise shall sound through earth And pity'd every groin; and heaven,

Long as I live, when troubles rise, For sickness heald, and sins forgiven.

I'll hasten to his throne.

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2 I love the Lord: he bow'd his ear, Now shall he live: (and none can die, And chas'd my griefs away :

If God resolve to save.) Olet my heart no more despair, 2Thy praise, more constant than before,

While I have breath to pray! Shall fill his daily breath ; 3 My flesh declin'd, my spirits fell, Thy hand, that hath chastis’d him sore, And I drew near the dead;

Defends him still froin death. While inward pangs, and tears of hell, 3 Open the gates of Zion now, Perplex'd my wakeful head.

For we shall worship there; 4. "My God,"Icry'd,“thy servant save, The house, where all the righteous go,

Thou erer gocd and just; Thy mercy to declare. " Thy power can rescue from the grave, 4 Among the assemblies of thy saints,

'Thy power is all my trust.” Our thankful voice we raise ; $ The Lord beheld me sore distrest, There we have told thee our complaints,

He bade my pains remove : And there we speak thy praise. Return, my soul, to God, thy rest,

For thou hast known his love,
6 My God hath sav'd my soul from death,
And dried my falling tears ;

TIME AND ETERNITY.
Now to his praise I'll spend my breath,
And my remaining years.

HYMN 88. B. 1. L. M. b or **
HYMN 55. B. 1. C. M. b

German Hymn, Wells. 607} Canterbury, Mear.

Life, the day of grace and hope. Hezekiah's sang; or, sickness and recovery. 1 LIFE is the time to serve the Lord, WHEN 'HEN we are rais'd from deep The time t ensure the great reward ; distress,

And while the lamp holds out to burn, Our God deserves a song ;

The vilest sinner may return. We take the pattern of our praise 2 [Life is the hour that God hath given From Hezekiah's tongue.

To 'scape from hell, and fly to heaven ; 2 The gates of the devouring grave The day of grace, and mortals may Are open'd wide in vain,

Secure the blessings of the day.] If he that holds the keys of death 3 The living know that they must die,

Commands them fast again. But all the dead forgotten lie; 3 Pains of the flesh are yont t'abuse Their memory and their sense is gone,

Our minds with slavish fears; Alike unknowing and unknown, “Our days are past, and we shall lose 4 [Their hatred and their love is lost,

“ The remnant of our years.” Their envy bury'd in the dust; 4 We chatter with a swallow's voice, They have no share in all that's done Or like a dove we mourn,

Beneath the circuit of the sun.] With bitterness instead of joys, 5 Then what my thoughts design to do, Afflicted and forlorn.

My hands, with all your might, pursue; 5 Jehovah speaks the healing word, Since no device nor work is found,

And no disease witlistands; Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground. Fevers and plagues obey the Lord, 6 There are no acts of pardon pass’d And fly at his commands.

In the cold grave, to which we haste; bIf half the strings of life should break, But darkness, death, and long despair He can our frame restore:

Reign in eternal silence there.
He casts our sins behind his back,
And they are found no more.

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HYMN 39. B. 2. C. M. b

Wantage, Canterbury. PSALM 118. 2d Part. C. M. X 608}

The shortness and misery of life. Arundel, Mear. Public praise for deliverance from dea:. 'OUR days, alas ! our mortal days LORD, thou hast heard thy servant cry,

« Evil and few," the patriarch says, And rescu'd from the grave; And well the patriarch knew.

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2'Tis but, at best, a narrow bound, 13ThatGod, who darts his lightnings down

That Heaven allows to men ; Who shakes the worlds above, And pains and sins run through the round And mountains tremble at his frown, Of threescore years and ten.

How wondrous is his love! 3 W'en, if ye must be sad and few, Run on, my days, in haste;

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PSALM 39. 2d Part. C. M. b Moments of sin, and months of wo,

Carolina, York.

The vanity of man as mortal. fly

EACH of my And call her to 'the skies, I would survey life's narrow space, Where years of long salvation roll, And learn how frail I am. And glory never dies.

2 A span is all that we can boast,

An inch or two of time;
HYMN 58. B. 2. C. M. 6

Man is but vanity and dust,
Plymouth, Abridge.

In all his flower and prime.
The shortness of life, and the goodness of God.
1 TIME! what an empty vapour 'tis ! 3 See the vain race of mortals more
And days, how swift they are!

Like shadows o'er the plain ; Swift as an Indian arrow. flies, They rage and strive, desire and love, Or like a shooting star.

But all their noise is vain. 2 [The present moments just appear, 14 Some walk in honour's gaudy show, Then slide away in laste;

Some dig for golden ore ; That we can never say, they're here; They tril for heirs, they know not who,

But only say, they're past.] And straight are seen no more. 3 [Our life is ever on the wing,

5 What should I wish or wait for then And death is ever nigh ;

From creatures, earth and dust? The moment when our lives begin, They make our expectations vain, We all begin to die.]

And disappoint our trust. 4 Yet, mighty God, our fleeting days 6 Now I forbid my carnal hope, Thy lasting favours share;

My fond desires recal;
Yet, with the bounties of thy grace, I give my mortal interest up,
Thou load'st the rolling year.

And make my God my all. 5 'Tis sovereign mercy finds us food,

HYMN 32. B. 2. C. M. b While grace stands pointing out the road

Durham, Canterbury. That leads our souls above.

Frailty and folly.

OW short hasty is our life! All glory to the Lord !

Yet senseless mortals vainly strive His mercy never knows a bound;

To lavish out their years. And be his name ador'd.

2 Our days run thoughtlessly along, 7 Thus we begin the lasting song; Without a moment's stay :

And, when we close our eyes, Just like a story, or a song, Let the next age thy praise prolong,

We pass our lives away.. Till time and nature dies.

3 God, from on high, invites us home, PSALM 144. 2d Part. C. M. b

But we march heedless on;
Windsor, Durham.

And, ever hastening to the tomb, The tanity of man, and condescension of God.

Stoop downward as we run. 1LORD, what is man, poor feedle man, 4 How we deserve the deepest hell

, first ! That slight the joys above! [feel

, His life a shadow, light and vain, What chains of vengeance should we Still hastening to the dust.

That break such cords of love! 20 what is feeble, dying man, 5 Draw us, Gol, with sovereign grace, Or any of his face,

And lift our thoughts on high, That God should make it his concern. That we may end this mortal race, To visit him with grace?

And see salvation nigh,

And we are cloth'd with love ; 614

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