PSALM 34. L. M. FIRST PART. Portugal. [*] GOD's Care of Saints: or, Deliverance by Prayer.

。 1 LORD, I will bless thee all my days,

Thy praise shall dwell upon my tongue;

My soul shall glory in thy grace,

While saints rejoice to hear the song.

-2 Come magnify the Lord with me,
Come, let us all exalt his name;
I sought the eternal God, and he,
Has not exposed my hope to shame.
e 3 I told him all my secret grief,

My secret groaning reach'd his ears;
-He gave my inward pains relief,
And calm'd the tumult of my fears.
4 To him the poor lift up their eyes,
Their faces feel the heav'nly shine;
A beam of mercy from the skies

Fills them with light and joy divine.
o 5 His holy angels pitch their tents,
Around the men who serve the Lord;
-O, fear and love him, all ye saints,

Taste of his grace, and trust his word.
6 The wild young lions, pinch'd with pain
And hunger, roar through all the wood;
o But none shall seek the Lord in vain,
Nor want supplies of real good.

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L. M. SECOND PART.

Islington.

Bath. [*]

Ver. 11-22.-Religious Education.

HILDREN, in years and knowledge young,
Your parents' hope, your parents' joy,

Attend the counsels of my tongue,
Let pious thoughts your minds employ.
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And peace to crown your mortal state;
-Restrain your feet from sinful ways,
Your lips from slander and deceit.

3 The eyes of God regard his saints,
His ears are open to their cries;
d He sets his frowning face against
The sons of violence and lies.

e 4 To humble souls and broken hearts,
God with his grace is ever nigh;
Pardon and hope his love imparts,
When men in deep contrition lie.

-5 He tells their tears, he counts their groans,
His Son redeems their souls from death;
o His Spirit heals their broken bones,
They in his praise employ their breath.]

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C. M. FIRST PART. St. Ann's. [*]

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Ver. 1-10.-Prayer and Praise for eminent Deliverance.
"LL bless the Lord from day to day;
How good are all his ways!
Ye humble souls that use to pray,
Come, help my lips to praise.

2 Sing to the honour of his name,
How a poor sinner cry'd ;
Nor was his hope expos'd to shame,
Nor was his suit deny'd.

e 3 When threat'ning sorrows round me stood,
And endless fears arose,

Like the loud billows of a flood,
Redoubling all my woes ;-

e 4 I told the Lord my sore distress,
With heavy groans and tears;
-He gave my sharpest torments ease
And silenc'd all my fears.

PAUSE.

o 5 O sinners, come and taste his love
Come learn his pleasant ways,
And let your own experience prove,
The sweetness of his grace.

-6 He bids his angels pitch their tents,
Round where his children dwell;
What ill their heavenly care prevents,
No earthly tongue can tell.

o 7 O love the Lord, ye saints of his ;
His eye regards the just;

How richly blest their portion is

Who make the Lord their trust!

-8 Young lions pinch'd with hunger roar, And famish in the wood;

• But God supplies his holy poor, With every needful good.]

C. M. SECOND PART. York. St. Martin's. [*] Ver. 11-22.-Exhortations to Faith and Holiness

COME, children, learn to fear the Lord;

And that your days be long,

Let not a false, or spiteful word
Be found upon your tongue.

2 Depart from mischief, practise love,
Pursue the work of peace;

So shall the Lord your ways approve,
And set your souls at ease.

3 His eyes awake to guard the just,
His ears attend their cry:
When broken spirits dwell in dust,
The God of grace is nigh.

e 4 What though the sorrows, here they taste,
Are sharp and tedious, too;

o The Lord, who saves them all at last, Is their supporter now.

e 5 Evil shall smite the wicked dead; But God secures his own.

Prevents the mischief when they slide,
Or heals the broken bone.

e 6 When desolation, like a flood,
O'er the proud sinner rolls,

• Saints find a refuge in their God, For he redeem'd their souls.

PSALM 35. C. M. 1st PART. Bangor. Durham. [b]

Prayer and Faith of persecuted Saints.

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OW 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."

3 They plant their snares to catch my feet, And nots of mischief spread:

Plunge the destroyers in the pit,

That their own hands have made.

4 Let fogs and darkness hide their way,
And slipp'ry be their ground;

Thy wrath shall make their lives 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,
Amongst 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.]

C. M. SECOND PART. Hymn 2d. Barby. [*] Verse 12, 13, 14. Love to Enemies: David and Christ EHOLD the love, the generous love, That holy David shows;

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See how his kind affections move

To his afflicted foes!

-2 When they are sick, his soul complains,
And seems to feel the smart;
The spirit of the gospel reigns,

And melts his pious heart.

c 3 How did his flowing tears condole, As for a brother dead!

And fasting mortify his soul,

While for their life he pray'd.

d 4 They groan, and curse him on their bed,

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Yet still he pleads and mourns :

-And double blessings on his head

The righteous God returns.

o 5 O glorious type of heav'nly grace!
Thus Christ the Lord appears;
-While sinners curse, the Saviour prays,
And pities them with tears.

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-6 He, the true David, Israel's King, Blest and belov'd of God,

o To save us rebels, dead in sin, Paid his own dearest blood.

PSALM 36. L. M. Old Hundred. Sheffield. [*] Ver. 5-9. Perfections, Providence, and Grace of God. [IGH in the heavens, eternal God,

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Thy goodness in full glory shines; Thy truth shall break thro' every cloud, That veils and darkens thy designs.

2 Forever firm thy justice stands, As mountains their foundations keep; Wise are the wonders of thine hands, Thy judgments are a mighty deep. 3 Thy Providence is kind and large, Both man and beast thy bounty share; The whole creation is thy charge, o But saints are thy peculiar care.

e 4 My God, how excellent thy grace, Whence all our hope and comfort springs. -The sons of Adam, in distress,

Fly to the shadow of thy wings.

5 From the provisions of thy house,
We shall be fed with sweet repast;
o There mercy like a river flows,
And brings salvation to our taste.

o 6 Life, like a fountain rich and free,
Springs from the presence of my Lord;
And in thy light, our souls shall see
The glories promis'd in thy word.

Ver. 1, 2, 5, 6, 7, 9. Practical Atheism exposed.

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HILE men grow bold in wicked ways,
And yet a God they own;

My heart within me often says,

'Their thoughts believe there's none.'