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" Let it alone this year also.”
Since from this day the changing sun
Through his last yearly course has run, 2 We yet survive,-but who can say,
Or through this year, or month, or day,
Thus far at least in league with death? 3 That breath is thine, eternal God;
'Tis thine to fix the soul's abode :
On earth, or in the worlds unknown.
“Let it alone this year also.”
Ancient of endless days;
And spares us yet another year.
We cumber'd long the ground;
On our dead souls was found;
When Justice bared the sword,
Cried, « Let it still alone;"
Jesus, thy speaking blood
On us a longer space :
Security of Believers, etc.
Then dig about our root,
To thy great praise abound:
HYMN 646. 4-8's & 2-6's. Security of Believers in Time of Public Danger.
How happy are the little flock,
In all commotions rest;
They lodge in Jesu's breast.
Before the floods descend;
And calmly wait the end.
And bid our hearts arise!
To meet thee in the skies.
The earthquake speaks thy power;
The Lord passing by in Judgment.
A sign of Jesus near :
Triumphant, Lord, appear;
Thy confessors to approve:
HYMN 647. L.M.
Ourselves and all we have deny:
And come to thce pure gold to buy. 2 Oh, might we through thy grace attain
Thc faith thou never wilt reprove;
The faith that always works by love. 3 Oh, might we see, in this our day,
The things belonging to our peace;
Of judgments, and our sins confess.
With filial awe revere thy rod;
Outstretch'd with an afflictive rod;
"Be still, and know that I am God.”
Humiliation before God.
2 Shall we, like guilty Adam, hide
In darkest shades our darker fears? For who his coming may abide ?
Or who shall stand when he appears? 3 No-let us throng around his seat:
No,-let us meet him face to face; Prostrate our spirits at his feet,
Confess our sins and sue for grace. 4 Who knows but God will hear our cries,
Turn swift destruction from our path, Restrain his judgments, or chastise
In tender mercy, not in wrath?
Let heaven and earth his love record;
HYMN 649. 6-8's.
Humiliation before God.
But sink beneath thy mighty hand,
And still for mercy, mercy pray:
And deeply for acceptance groan.
But basely from thy statutes roved;
National Crimes and Judgments.
But oh, in tender mercy break
HYMN 650. L.M. National Crimes and Judgments. GREAT Framer of unbounded worlds,
And whom unbounded worlds adore; Whose goodness all thy creatures share,
While nature trembles at thy power; 2 Thine is the hand that moves the spheres,
That wakes the winds and lifts the sea; And man, who is the lord of earth,
Acts but the part assign'd by thee.
To thee we raise the humble cry;
Thy incense a repentant sigh, 4 But if injustice grind the poor,
Or avarice stain the sordid hand,
Or rude oppression waste the land: 5 The God who hears the orphan's cry,
The martyr's prayer and prisoner's groan, Still listening to the poor oppress'd,
Would spurn the oppressor from his throne. 6 Yet though enormous crimes abound,
Should but a generous sorrow rise;
'Midst wasting wars and angry skies; 7 Should Britain in her sober hour,
Confess thy hand, and bless the rod;