C. M. SIXTEENTH PART. Plymouth. [b]
Prayer for Quickening Grace.

Ver. 25, 37.

P1 MY soul lies cleaving to the dust,

Lord, give me life divine;

From vain desires and ev'ry lust,
Turn off these eyes of mine.

e 2 I need the influence of thy grace,
To speed me in thy way;
Lest I should loiter in my race,
Or turn my feet astray.

Ver. 107.

3 When sore afflictions press me down,
I need thy quick'ning pow'rs;
Thy word that I have rested on
Shall help my heaviest hours.
Ver. 156, 40.

e 4 Are not thy mercies sovereign still?
And thou a faithful God?

Wilt thou not grant me warmer zeal,
To run the heav'nly road?

Ver. 159, 40.

5 Does not my heart thy precepts love, And long to see thy face?

e And yet how slow my spirits move, Without enliv'ning grace!

-6 Then shall I love thy gospel more,
And ne'er forget thy word;

When I have felt its quick'ning pow'r
To draw me near the Lord.

L. M. FIRST PART. Babylon. [b]
Courage and Perseverance under Trials.
Ver. 143, 28.

1 W Ally support is from thy word:

HEN pain and anguish seize me, Lord,

My soul dissolves for heaviness;

Uphold me with thy strength'ning grace.
Ver. 51, 69, 110.

2 The proud have fram'd their scoffs and lies,

They watch my feet with envious eyes,

And tempt my soul to snares and sin;
Yet thy commands I ne'er decline.

Ver. 161, 78.

3 They hate me, Lord, without a cause,
They hate to see me love thy laws;
But I will trust, and fear thy name,
'Till pride and malice die with shame.

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L. M.

SECOND PART. Quercy. [*]
Afflictions Sanctified

Ver. 67, 59.

NATHER, I bless thy gentle hand-
How kind was thy chastising rod!
That forc'd my conscience to a stand,
And brought my wand'ring soul to God.
e 2 Foolish and vain, I went astray,

Ere I had felt thy scourges, Lord;
p I left my guide, and lost my way,
-But now I love, and keep thy word,
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Ver. 71.

3 'Tis good for me to bear the yoke,
For pride is apt to rise and swell;
'Tis good to bear my Father's stroke,
That I might learn his statutes well.
Ver. 72.

o 4 The law, that issues from thy mouth,
Shall raise my cheerful passions more,
Than all the treasures of the south,
Or western hills of golden ore.

Ver. 73.

-5 Thy hands have made my mortal frame, Thy Spirit form'd my soul within ;

Teach me to know thy wondrous name,
And guard me safe from death and sin.
Ver. 74.

o 6 Then all who love and fear the Lord,
In my salvation shall rejoice;
For I have hoped in thy word,

And made thy grace my only choice.

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PSALM 120. C. M.

C. M. Dorset. [b]

Complaint of Strife, and Desire for Peace.

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HOU God of love, thou ever blest,
Pity my suff'ring state;

When wilt thou set my soul at rest,

From lips that love deceit !

2 Hard lot of mine, my days are cast
Among the sons of strife,

Whose never ceasing brawlings waste
My golden hours of life.

30 might I fly to change my place,
How would I choose to dwell
In some wide lonesome wilderness,
And leave these gates of hell!
4 Peace is the blessing that I seek,
How lovely are its charms;
I am for peace; but when I speak,
They all declare for arms.

5 New passions still their souls engage,
And keep their malice strong;
What shall be done to curb thy rage,
O thou devouring tongue!

6 Should burning arrows smite thee thro'
Strict justice would approve;
But I had rather spare my foe,

And melt his heart with love.

PSALM 121. L. M. Sheffield. Truro. [*]

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Divine Protection.

TP to the hills I lift mine eyes,

U to the hill Lilit birend the skies;

Thence all her help my soul derives :
There my almighty refuge lives.]

g 2 He lives! the everlasting God,

Who built the world, who spread the flood;
The heav'ns with all their hosts he made;
And the dark regions of the dead!

-3 He guides our feet, he guards our ways;
His morning smiles bless all the day;
He spreads the ev'ning veil, and keeps
The silent hours while Israel sleeps.

o 4 Israel, a name divinely blest,
May rise secure, securely rest;
Thy holy Guardian's wakeful eyes
Admit no slumber or surprise.

5 No sun shall smite thy head by day;
Nor the pale moon, with sickly ray,
Shall blast thy couch; no baleful star
Dart his malignant fire so far

• 6 Should earth and hell with malice burn, Still thou shalt go, and still return, Safe in the Lord; his heav'nly care Defends thy life from ev'ry snare. -7 On thee foul spirits have no pow'r ; e And, in thy last departing hour, o Angels, who trace the airy road; Shall bear thee homeward to thy God. C. M. Mear. [*]

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Preservation by Day and Night.

O heav'n I lift my waiting eyes, There all my hopes are laid; The Lord, who built the earth and skies, Is my perpetual aid.

2 Their feet shall never slide to fall,
Whom he designs to keep:

His ear attends the softest call;
His eyes can never sleep.

3 He will sustain our weakest powers,
With his almighty arm;

And watch our most unguarded hours,
Against surprising harm.

4 Israel, rejoice, and rest secure,
Thy keeper is the Lord;

His wakeful eyes employ his power
For thine eternal guard.

5 Nor scorching sun, nor sickly moon
Shall have his leave to smite;

He shields thy head from burning noon,
From blasting damps at night,

6 He guards thy soul, he keeps thy breath,
Where thickest dangers come;
Go and return secure from death,
Till God commands thee home.]

P. M. Allerton. [*]

God is the tow'r

To which I fly;
His grace is nigh
In ev'ry hour.

2 My feet shall never slide,
And fall in fatal snares;

Since God, my guard and guide,
Defends me from my fears.

Those wakeful eyes

That never sleep,

Shall Israel keep
When dangers rise.

3 No burning heats by day,
Nor blasts of ev'ning air,
Shall take my health away,
If God be with me there :
Thou art my sun

And thou my shade,
To guard my head,
By night or noon.

4 Hast thou not giv'n thy word,
To save my soul from death?
And I can trust my Lord,
To keep my mortal breath.
I'll go and come,

Nor fear to die,
'Till from on high,
Thou call me home.

PSALM 122. C. M. Hymn 2nd. Bethlehem. [*]

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Going to Church.

OW did my heart rejoice to hear
My friends devoutly say;

"In Zion let us all appear,

"And keep the solemn day!"

-2 I love her gates, I love the road! The church, adorn'd with grace, Stands like a palace built for God,

To shew his milder face.

o 3 Up to her courts, with joys unknown, The holy tribes repair;

e The Son of David holds his throne, And sits in judgment there.