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e 3 [A poison'd arrow is your tongue,
The arrow sharp, the poison strong;

And death attends where'er it wounds :
You hear no counsels, cries nor tears;
So the deaf adder stops her ears,

Against the pow'r of charming sounds.
d 4 Break out their teeth, eternal God,
'Those teeth of lions dy'd in blood;

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.
0 6 Thus shall the vengeance of the Lord
· Safety and joy to saints afford;
- And all who hear shall join and say,
d“Sure there's a God who rules on high ;
66 A God who hears his children cry,
“ And will their suff'rings well repay."

PSALM 60. C. M. Plymouth. [b]
V. 1-5, 10-12. Humiliation for Disappointa

ments in War.
1 T ORD, hast thou cast the nation off?

u Must we forever mourn? Wilt thou indulge immortal wrath?

Shall mercy ne'er return?
2 The terrour of one frown of thine,

Melts all our strength away;
Like men that totter, drunk with wine,

We tremble in dismay.
p 3 Our nation trembles at thy stroke,

And dreads thy lifted hand!
Oh, heal the people thou hast broke,

And save the sinking land.
04 Lift up thy banner in the field,

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;
In vain confed'rate pow'rs unite

Against thy lifted rod.
06 Our troops shall gain a wide renown,

By thine assisting hand : g 'Tis God who treads the mighty down,

And makes the feeble stand.

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PSALM 61. S. M. Aylesbury. [b*]

Ver. 1–6. Safety in God.
1 W HEN overwelm'd with grief,

V My heart within me dies ;
Helpless and far from all relief,

To heav'n I lift mine eyes.
2 O lead me to the Rock,

That's high above my head;
And make the covert of thy wings

My shelter and my shade.
3 Within thy presence, Lord,

For ever l'll abide ;
Thou art the tow'r of my defence,

The refuge where I hide.
4 Thou givest me the lot

Of those that fear thy name;
If endless life be their reward,

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 ;
In all my fears, in all my straits,
My soul on his salvation waits.
2 Trust him, ye saints, in all your ways;

Pour out your hearts before his face:
. When helpers fail, and foes invade,
o God is our all-sufficient aid.
e 3 False are the men of high degree,

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;
Why will you grasp the fleeting smoke,

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.
e 2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand,

Beneath a burning sky,
Long for a cooling stream at hand,

And they must drink or die.
g 3 I've seen thy glory and thy pow'r,

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.
o 5 Not life itself, with all its joys,

Can my best passions move ;
Or raise so high my cheerful voice,

As thy forgiving love.
s 6 Thus, 'till my last expiring day,

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.
5 But the destroyers of my peace

Shall fret and rage in vain ;
The tempter shall for ever cease,

And all my sins be slain.
e 6 Thy sword shall give my foes to death,

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;
The glories that compose thy name,
Stand all engaged to make me blest.
2 Thou great and good, thou just and wise,
Thou art my Father and my God;
And I am thine, by sacred ties--

Thy son, thy servant, bought with blood. e 3 With heart and eyes, and lifted hands,

For thee I long, to thee I look ;
As travellers, in'thirsty lands,
Pant for the cooling water brook.
4 With early feet I love t appear
Among thy saints, and seek thy face: !
-Oft have I seen thy glory there,

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. [*]

Seeking God.
1 M Y God, permit my tongue

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 :
Not travellers, in desert lands,

Can pant for water more.
3 Within thy churches, Lord,

I long to find my place;
Thy pow'r and glory to behold,

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;
I think how wise thy counsels are,

And all thy dealings kind.
- og Since thou hast been my help,

To thee my spirit flies ;

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