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o 8 Then was the great salvation spread,

And Satan's kingdom shook ;
Thus by the woman's Promis'd Seed,
The serpent's head was broke.

L. M. Islington. [*] Ver. 5–10. Christ our Sacrifice. 1 THE wonders, Lord, thy love has wrought,

1 Exceed our praise, surmount our tho't; Should I attempt the long detail, My speech would faint, my numbers fail. 2 No blood of beasts on altars spilt,

Can cleanse the souls of men from guilt; -But thou hast set before our eyes

An all-sufficient sacrifice.
0 3 Lo ! thine eternal Son appears,

To thy designs he bows his ears ;
Assumes a body well prepar'd,

And well performs a work so hard.
d 4. Behold I come,' the Saviour cries,
With love and duty in his eyes;

I come to hear the heavy load "Of sins, and do thy will, my God. 5 "'Tis written in thy great decree, 6'Tis in the book foretold of me, "I must fulfil the Saviour's part; "And lo! thy law is in my heart. 6 I'll magnify thy holy law, • And rebels to obedience draw, • When on my cross I'm lifted high, • Or to my crown above the sky. 7 The Spirit shall descend and show • What thou hast done, and what I do ; "The wond'ring world shall learn thy grace, “Thy wisdom and thy righteousness.') PSALM 41. L. M. Armley. Shoel. [*]

· Ver. 1, 2, 3. The merciful Man. 1 DLEST is the man, whose bowels move,

D Aad melt with pity to the poor ; p Whose soul, by sympathizing love,

Feels what his fellow saints endure. --2 His heart contrives for their relief More good than his own hands can do ;

e He, in a time of gen’ral grief,

Shall find the Lord has mercy too. 3 His soul shall live secure on earth, With secret blessings on his head; o When drought, and pestilence, and dearth,

Around him multiply their dead. e 4 Or, if he languish on his couch,

God will pronounce his sins forgivin; o Will save him with a healing touch,

Or take his willing soul to heav'n.

PSALM 42. C. M. FIRST PART. Plymouth. [b]

Ver. 1–5. Desertion and Hope. 1 W ITH earnest longings of the mind, e VV My God, to thee I look ; -So pants the hunted hart to find,

And taste the cooling brook. e 2 When shall I see thy courts of grace,

And meet my God again? e So long an absence from thy face

My heart endures with pain. 3 Temptations vex my weary soul,

And tears are my repast;
The foe insults without control,
d "And where's your God at last?"
p 4 'Tis with a mournful pleasure now

I think on ancient days;
Then to thy house did numbers go,

And all our work was praise.
e 5 But why, my soul, sunk down so far,

Beneath this heavy load?!
Why do my thoughts indulge despair,

And sin against my God?
- Hope in the Lord, whose mighty hand

Can all thy woes remove, o For I shall yet before him stand, And sing restoring love.

L. M. Babylon. [*]

Ver. 6–11. Hope in Affliction. 1 M Y spirit sinks within me, Lord - 11 But I will call thy name to mind;

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 lore,
When I address his throne by day ;
Nor in the night his grace remove,

The night shall hear me sing and pray.
e 4 l'll cast myself before his feet,
d And say, "My God, my heav'nly 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.
0 6 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, 3, 8, 15–26., The Church's Complaint in Per-

secution. 1 T ORD, we have heard thy works of old,

D 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;
O 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 meet 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 heav'n;

Nor have our steps declin'd the road

Of duty thou hast giv'n.
e 6 Though dragons all around us roar,

With their destructive breath,
And thine own hand has bruis'd us sore,
Hard by the gates of death.

ng 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.] - Awake, arise, Almighty Lord,

Why sleeps thy wonted grace! @ Why should we look like men abhorr'd,

Or banish'd from thy face? 9 Wilt thou forever cast us off,

And still neglect our cries? Forever hide thine heav'nly love,

From our afflicted eyes? p 10 Down to the dust our soul is bow'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.
PSALM 45. S. M. Dover. [*]

The Glory of Christ.
1 (NTY Saviour and my King,

11 Thy beauties are divine ;
Thy lips with blessings overflow,

And ev'ry grace is thine.
2 Now make thy glories known,

Gird on thy dreadful sword,
And ride in majesty, to spread

The conquests of thy word.
3 Strike through thy stubborn foes,

Or melt their hearts t obey; -While justice, meekness, grace, and truth,

Attend thy glorious way.

0 4 Thy laws, O God, are right,

Thy throne shall ever stand ; And thy victorious gospel proves

A sceptre in thy hand. o 5 Thy Father and thy God, - Hath, without measure, shed His Spirit like a joyful oil

T'anoint thy sacred head. e 6 Behold, at thy right hand

The Gentile church is seen
Like a fair bride in rich attire,

And princes guard the queen.
Fair bride, receive his love,

Forget thy Father's house,
Forsake thy gods, thy idol gods,

And pay thy Lord thy vows. O 8 O let thy God and King

Thy sweetest thoughts employ; o Thy children shall his honours sing

In palaces of joy.]
. C. M. Arundel. Mear. [*]

. Glories and Government of Christ. 1 T'LL speak the honours of my King,

1 His form divinely fair ; None of the sons of mortal race

May with the Lord compare. b 2 Sweet is thy speech, and heav'nly grace

Upon thy lips is shed; -Thy God with blessings infinite

Hath crown'd thy sacred head.
& 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;
E But mercy is thy choice ;
u And God, thy God, thy soul shall fill,

With most peculiar joys.

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