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Such as he kindled on the plain

Of Sodom, with his angry breath.
-6 The righteous Lord loves righteous souls,

Whose thoughts and actions are sincere;
And with a gracious eye beholds
The men who his own image bear.

PSALM 12. L. M. Batk. [*]

Saint's Safety and hope in evil times. 1 T ORD, if thou dost not soon appear,

U Virtue and truth will fly away; A faithful man amongst us here, Will scarce be found, if thou delay. ' 2 The whole discourse, when neighbours meet, Is fill'd with trifles, loose and vain ; Their lips are flatt'ry and deceit, And their proud language is profane. 3 But lips that with deceit abound, Shall not maintain their triumph long; The God of vengeance will confound

Their flattring and blaspheming tongue. d4 . Yet shall our words be free, they cry;

Our tongues shall be controll’d by none; "Where is the Lord will ask us why?

Or say our lips are not our own ?" -5 The Lord, who sees the poor oppress'd,

And hears th' oppressor's baughty strain, o Will rise to give his children rest, -Nor shall they trust his word in vain. -6 Thy word, O Lord, tho' often try'd, Void of deceit shall still appear, Not silver, sev'n times purify'd,

From dross and mixture shines so clear. o any Thy grace shall in the darkest hour

Defend the holy soul from harm; e Though when the vilest men have pow'r, On ev'ry side will sinners swarm.]

C. M. Plymouth. [b]

General Corruption of Manners.
1 TTELP, Lord! for men of virtue fail,

II Religion loses ground;

The sons of violence prevail,

And treacheries abound.
e 2 Their oaths and promises they break,

Yet act the flatt'rer's part;
With fair deceitful lips they speak,

And with a double heart.
13 If we reprove some hateful lie,

How is their fury stirr'd! d' Are not our lips our own, they cry;

And who shall be our Lord ?'] 4 Scoffers appear on every side,

Where a vile race of men
Is rais'd to seats of pow'r and pride,
And bears the sword in vain.

5 Lord, when iniquities abound,
· And blasphemy grows bold,
When faith is hardly to be found,

And love is waxing cold ;o 6 Is not thy chariot hast ning on ?.

Hast thou not giv'n the sign? May we not trust and live upon

A promise so divine ?
da [ Yes, saith the Lord, now will I rise,

And make oppressors flee;
I shall appear to their surprise,

And set my servants free.']
g 8 Thy word like silver sey'n times try'd,

Through ages shall endure ;
The men who in thy truth confide,

Shall find thy promise sure.
PSALM 13. L. M. Pleyel's. Armley. [b]
Pleading under Desertion: or, Hope in Darkness.
p 1 ITOW long, O Lord, shall I complain,

II Like one who seeks his God in vain
Canst thou thy face for ever hide,
And I still pray and be denied ?
2 Shall I for ever be forgot,
As one whom thou regardest not?
Still shall my soul thine absence mourn,
And still despair of thy return?

3 How long shall my poor troubled breast
Be with these anxious thoughts opprest?
And Satan, my malicious foe,
Rejoice to see me sunk so low
4 Hear, Lord, and grant me quick relief,

Before my death conclude my grief; . If thou withhold thy heav'nly light,

I sleep in everlasting night. -5 How will the pow'rs of darkness boast,

If but one praying soul be lost? o But I have trusted in thy grace,

And shall again behold thy face. -6 Whate'er my fears or foes suggest,

Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest : o My heart shall feel thy love, and raise My cheerful voice to songs of praise.

C. M. Plymouth. [b]

Complaint under Temptations. 1 (TTOW long wilt thou conceal thy face?

I1 My God, how long delay? When shall I feel those heav'nly rays,

That chase my fears away?
2 How long shall my poor lab'ring soul

Wrestle and toil in vain ?
Thy word can all my foes control,

And ease my raging pain.
3 See how the prince of darkness tries

All his malicious arts;
He spreads a mist around my eyes,

And throws his fi'ry darts.
0 4 Be thou my sun, and thou my shield;

My soul in safety keep;
Make haste, before mine eyes are seal'd

In death's eternal sleep.
5 How would the tempter boast aloud,

If I become his prey ?
Behold the sons of hell grow proud

At thy so long delay.
o 6 But they shall fly at thy rebuke,

And Satan hide his head;
He knows the terrours of thy look,

And bears thy voice with dread.

07 Thou wilt display that sov'reign grace,

Where all my hopes have hung; Ishall employ my lips in praise,

And vict'ry shall be sung. ]
PSALM 14. C. M. First Part. Reading. [b

By Nature all Men are Sinners.
1 TOOLS, in their hearts, believe and say,

f " That all religion's vain ;
1. There is no God who reigns on high,

66 Or minds th' affairs of men."
2 From thoughts so dreadful and profane,

Corrupt discourse proceeds ;
And in their impious hands are found

Abominable deeds.
3 The Lord, from his celestial throne,

Look'd down on things below,
To find the man who sought his grace,

Or did his justice know.
4 By nature all are gone astray,

Their practice all the same :
There's none who fears his Maker's hand;

There's none who loves his name.
5 Their tongues are used to speak deceit,

Their slanders never cease ;
How swift to mischief are their feet,

Nor know the paths of peace.
6 Such seeds of sin, that bitter root,

In ev'ry heart are found ;
Nor can they bear diviner fruit,
Till grace refine the ground. Plymouth
C. M. Second Part. Reading. [b]

The Folly of Persecutors.
1 [A RE sinners now so senseless grown,

A That they the saints devour?
And never worship at thy throne,

Nor sear thine awful pow'r.
2 Great God, appear, to their surprise,

Reveal thy dreadful name ;
Let them no more thy wrath despise,

Nor turn our hopes to shame.
e 3 Dost thou not dwell among the just?
- And yet our foes deride,

That we should make thy name our trust;

Great God, confound their pride. 04 O that the joyful day were come,

To finish our distress!
o When God shall bring his children home,

Our song shall never cease.]
PSALM 15. C. M. St. Martin's. [*]

Character of a Citizen of Zion.
1 [T H O shall inhabit in thy hill,

W O God of holiness?
Whom will the Lord admit to dwell

So near his throne of grace?
2 The man who walks in pious ways,

And works with pious hands?
Who trusts his Maker's promises,

And follows his commands.
3 He speaks the meaning of his heart,

Nor slanders with his tongue;
Will scarce believe an ill report,

Nor do his neighbour wrong.
4 The wealthy sinner he contemns,

Loves all who fear the Lord !
And though to his own hurt he swears,

Still he performs his word.
5 His hands disdain a golden bribe,

And never gripe the poor :
This man shall dwell with God on earth,
And find his heaven secure.]

L. M. Leeds. Oporto. [*]
Duties to God and Man ; or, the Christian.
e 1 W HO shall ascend thy heavenly place,

VV Great God, and dwell before thy face? -The man who minds religion now, And humbly walks with God below. 2 Whose hands are pure, whose heart is clean; Whose lips still speak the thing they mean; No slanders dwell upon his tongue: He hates to do his neighbour wrong. 3 [Scarce will he trust an ill report, Nor vent it to his neighbour's hurt: Sinners of state he can despise, But saints are honour'd in his eyes.]

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