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I make my holy hill his throne,
And wide his kingdom spread.

4 “Ask me, my Son, and then enjoy
The utmost heathen lands;
Thy rod of iron shall destroy
The rebel that withstands.”

5 Be wise, ye rulers of the earth,
Obey the anointed Lord;
Adore the King of heavenly birth,
And tremble at his word.
6. With humble love address his throne;
For if he frown, ye die:
Those are secure, and those alone,
Who on his grace rely.


M Y God, how many are my fears l
How fast my foes increase !
Conspiring my eternal death,
They break my present peace.

2 The lying tempter would persuade
There’s no relief in heaven,
And all my growing sins appear
Too great to be forgiven.

3 But thou, my glory and my strength,
Shalt on the tempter tread;
Shalt silence all my threatening guilt,
And raise my drooping .#
4 I cried, and from his holy hill,
He bowed a listening ear;
I called my Father, and my God,
And he subdued my fear.

5 He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes,
In spite of all my foes:
I woke and wondered at the grace
That guarded my repose.

6 What though the hosts of death and hell,
All armed, against me stood:
Terrors no more shall shake my soul;
My refuge is my God.
7 Arise, O Lord, fulfil thy grace,
While I thy glory sing:
My God hath broke the serpent's teeth,
And death hath lost his sting.

8 Salvation to the Lord belongs;
His arm alone can save:
Blessings attend thy people here,
And reach beyond the grave.

SEcond PART. L. M.


O LORD, how many are my foes,
In this weak state of flesh and blood |

My peace they daily discompose,
But my defence and hope is God.

2 Tired with the burdens of the day,
To thee I raised an evening cry;
Thou heards when I began to pray,
And thine almighty help was nigh.

3 Supported by thine heavenly aid
I laid me down and slept secure:
Not death should make my heart afraid,
Though I should wake and rise no more.

4 But God sustained me all the night;
Salvation doth to God belong ;
He raised my head to see the light,
And makes his praise my morning song.


O GOD of grace and righteousness,
Hear and attend when I complain:
Thou hast enlarged me in distress,
Bow down a gracious ear again.
2 Ye sons of men, in vain ye try
To turn my glory into shame;

How long will scoffers love to lie,
And dare reproach my Saviour's name?

3 Know that the Lord divides his saints
From all the tribes of men beside;
He hears and pities their complaints,
For the dear sake of Christ that died.

4. When our obedient hands have done
A thousand works of righteousness,
We put our trust in God alone,
And glory in his pardoning grace.

5 Let the unthinking many say,
“Who will bestow some earthly good?”
But, Lord, thy light and love we pray;

* Our souls desire this heavenly food.

6 Then shall my cheerful powers rejoice
At grace divine, and love so great;
Nor will I change my happy choice
For all their wealth and boasted state.

4. SEcoMD PART. C. M. Loop. thou wilt hear me when I pray,

I am for ever thine:
I fear before thee all the day,
Nor would I dare to sin.

2 And while I rest my weary head
From cares and business free,
'Tis sweet conversing on my bed
With my own heart and thee.
3 I pay this evening sacrifice;
And when my work is done,
Great God, my faith and hope relies
Upon thy grace alone.

4 Thus with my thoughts composed to peace I'll give mine eyes to sleep; To in safety keeps my days, d will my slumbers keep.

C. M.

Loo. in the morning thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high ;
To thee will I direct my prayer,
To thee lift up mine eye: -

2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone
To plead for all his saints,
Presenting at his Father's throne
Our songs and our complaints.

3 Thou art a God before whose sight
The wicked shall not stand;

Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,
Nor dwell at thy right hand.

4 But to thy house will I resort,
To taste thy mercies there;
I will frequent thy holy court,
And worship in thy fear.

5 O may thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness I
Make every path of duty straight
And plain before my face.

6 My watchful enemies combine
To tempt my feet astray;
They flatter with a base design
To make my soul their prey.

7 Lord, crush the serpent in the dust,
And all his plots destroy;
While those that in thy mercy trust
For ever shout for joy.

8. The men that love and fear thy name
Shall see their hopes fulfilled;
The mighty God will compass them
With favour as a shield.


IN anger, Lord, do not chastise,
Withdraw the dreadful storm;
Nor let thine awful wrath arise
Against a feeble worm.

2 My soul’s bowed down with heavy cares,
y flesh with pain oppressed;
My couch is witness to my tears,
My tears forbid my rest.

3 Sorrow and pain wear out my days;
I waste the night with cries,
And count the minutes as they pass,
Till the slow morning rise.

4 Shall I be still afflicted more,
My eyes consumed with grief?
How long, my God, how long before
Thine hand afford relief?

5 He hears his mourning children speak,
He pities all our groans;
He saves us for his mercy's sake,
And heals our broken bones.

6 The virtue of his sovereign word
Restores our fainting breath;
For silent graves praise not the Lord,
Nor is he known in death.


6 LOR), I can suffer thy rebukes, When thou with kindness dost chastise, But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear, 0 let it not against me rise l

2 Pity my languishing estate,
And ease the sorrows that I feel;
The wounds thy heavy hand hath made,
O l; thy gentler touches heal!

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