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e 3 [A poison'd arrow is your tongue,
And death attends where'er it wounds :
Against the pow'r of charming sounds.
And crush the serpents in the dust; As empty chaff, when whirlwinds rise, Before the sweeping tempest flies,
So let their hopes and names be lost.] o 5 Th’ Almighty thunders from the sky; -Their grandeur melts, their titles die,
As hills of snow dissolve and run: e Or snails that perish in their slime, Or births that come before their time;
Vain births that never see the sun.
PSALM 60. C. M. Plymouth. [b]
ments in War.
u Must we forever mourn? Wilt thou indulge immortal wrath?
Shall mercy ne'er return?
Melts all our strength away;
We tremble in dismay.
And dreads thy lifted hand!
And save the sinking land.
For those who fear thy name ; o Defend thy people with thy shield;
And put our foes to shame.
-5 Go with our armies to the fight,
Their guardian and their God;
Against thy lifted rod.
By thine assisting hand : g 'Tis God who treads the mighty down,
And makes the feeble stand.
PSALM 61. S. M. Aylesbury. [b*]
Ver. 1–6. Safety in God.
V My heart within me dies ;
To heav'n I lift mine eyes.
That's high above my head;
My shelter and my shade.
For ever l'll abide ;
The refuge where I hide.
Of those that fear thy name;
I shall possess the same.
PSALM 62. L. M. Bath. [*] • Ver. 5–12. No trust in the Creatures ; but in God.
1 MIY spirit looks to God alone ;
1 My rock and refuge is his throne ;
Pour out your hearts before his face:
The baser sort are vanity;
Laid in the balance both appear : Light as a puff of empty air.
-4 Make not increasing gold your trust,
Nor set your hearts on glitt'ring dust;
And not believe what God has spoke ? e 5 Once has his awful voice declar'd,
Once and again my ears have heard : o "All power is his eternal due;
“He must be fear'd and trusted too." -6 For sov'reign pow'r reigns not alone; Grace is a partner of the throne: Thy grace and justice, mighty Lord,
Shall well divide our last reward. PSALM 63. C. M. 1st Pt. Sunday. Barby. [*] Ver. 1, 2, 5, 3, 4. The Morning of the Lord's Day. 01 DARLY, my God, without delay,
L I haste to seek thy face ; My thirsty spirit faints away,
Without thy cheering grace.
Beneath a burning sky,
And they must drink or die.
Through all thy temple shine ; o My God, repeat that heav'nly hour,
That vision so divine. -4 Not all the blessings of a feast
Can please my soul so well, As when thy richer grace I taste,
And in thy presence dwell.
Can my best passions move ;
As thy forgiving love.
I'll bless my God and King; -Thus will I lift my hands to pray, o And tune my lips to sing. . C. M. Second Part. Colchester. [*]
Ver. 1–10. Midnight Thoughts recollected. ell' WAS in the watches of the night,
1 I thought upon thy power ;
I kept thy lovely face in sight,
Amidst the darkest hour. 2 My flesh lay resting on my bed,
My soul arose on high; d 'My God, my life, my hope, I said,
'Bring thy salvation nigh.' -3 My spirit labours up thine hill,
And climbs the heav'nly road; o But thy right hand upholds me still,
While I pursue my God. 4 Thy mercy stretches o'er my head
The shadow of thy wings; o My heart rejoices in thine aid,
My tongue awakes and sings.
Shall fret and rage in vain ;
And all my sins be slain.
And send them down to dwell In the dark caverns of the earth, Or to the depths of hell.]
L. M. Moreton. Shoel. [*].
Delight in God and his Worship. e1 CREAT God, indulge my humble claim,
GT Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest;
Thy son, thy servant, bought with blood. e 3 With heart and eyes, and lifted hands,
For thee I long, to thee I look ;
And felt the pow'r of sov’reign grace. o 5 Not fruits, nor wines, that tempt our taste,
Nor all the joys our senses know,
Could make me so divinely blest,
Or raise my cheerful passions so. e 6 (My life itself, without thy love
No taste of pleasure could afford ; 'Twould but a tiresome burden prove,
If I were banish'd from the Lord. _ Amidst the wakeful hours of night,
When busy cares afflict my head, o One thought of thee gives new delight,
And adds refreshment to my bed.] s 8 I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice,
While I have breath to pray, or praise ; This work shall make my heart rejoice, And spend the remnant of my days.
S. M. Newton. [*]
IVL This joy, to call thec mine And let my early cries prevail,
To taste thy love divine. e 2 My thirsty fainting soul
Thy mercy does implore :
Can pant for water more.
I long to find my place;
And feel thy quick’ning grace.] e 4 For life, without thy love,
No relish can afford; -No joy can be compar'd with this,
To serve and please the Lord. O 5 To thee I'll lift my hands,
. And praise thee while I live ; Not the rich dainties of a feast
Such food or pleasure give. e 6 In wakeful hours of night,
I call my God to mind;
And all thy dealings kind.
To thee my spirit flies ;