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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.



C. M.

Y God, how many are my fears !

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 head. 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

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. 3 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 heardst 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.

L. M. 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,

Ard 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; 1

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.

C. M. LORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray, 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

рау. 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;
Thy hand in safety keeps my days,

Ånd will my slumbers keep.


C. M. LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear To thee will I direct my prayer, To thee lift


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!
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.


C. M.
N 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,

My 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.

L. M. LORD, can suffer thy rebukes,

When thou with kindness dost chastise, But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear,

O let it not against me rise ! 2 Pity my languishing estate,

And ease the sorrows that I feel ;
The wounds thy heavy hand hath made,
O let thy gentler touches heal!

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