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o 8 Then was the great salvation spread,
And Satan's kingdom shook ;
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.
To thy designs he bows his ears ;
And well performs a work so hard.
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;
I think on ancient days;
And all our work was praise.
Beneath this heavy load?!
And sin against my God?
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.
Swell like a sea, and round me spread;
And rising waves roll o'er my head.
The night shall hear me sing and pray.
• 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.
Thy word shall my best thoughts employ,
PSALM 44. C. M. China. Bedford. [b]
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:
And make thy gospel known;
Thy light and glory shone.
And in a cheerful throng,
And grace was all their song,
Confusion fills our face,
And fools reproach thy grace.
Nor falsely dealt with heav'n;
Nor have our steps declin'd the road
Of duty thou hast giv'n.
With their destructive breath,
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;
The Glory of Christ.
11 Thy beauties are divine ;
And ev'ry grace is thine.
Gird on thy dreadful sword,
The conquests of thy word.
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
And princes guard the queen.
Forget thy Father's house,
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.]
. 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.
Ride with majestic sway;
And make the world obey.
Thy word of grace shall prove
To rule thy saints by love.
With most peculiar joys.