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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;
The rebel that withstands."
Obey the anointed Lord;
And tremble at his word.
For if he frown, ye die:
Who on his grace rely.
How fast my foes increase !
They break my present peace.
There's no relief in heaven,
Too great to be forgiven.
Shalt on the tempter tread;
And raise my drooping head. 4 I cried, and from his holy hill,
He bowed a listening ear;
And he subdued my fear.
In spite of all my foes :
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.
While I thy glory sing:
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.
To thee I raised an evening cry;
And thine almighty help was nigh. 3 Supported by thine heavenly aid
I laid me down and slept secure:
Though I should wake and rise no more. 4 But God sustained me all the night;
Salvation doth to God belong;
And makes his praise my morning song.
L. M. O
GOD of grace and righteousness,
Hear and attend when I complain :
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 ;
For the dear sake of Christ that died. 4 When our obedient hands have done
A thousand works of righteousness,
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.
At grace divine, and love so great;
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;
Ånd will my slumbers keep.
C. M. LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear To thee will I direct my prayer, To thee lift
To plead for all his saints, Presenting at his Father's throne
Our songs and our complaints.
The wicked shall not stand;
Nor dwell at thy right hand. 4 But to thy house will I resort,
To taste thy mercies there;
And worship in thy fear.
In ways of righteousness!
And plain before my face.
To tempt my feet astray;
To make my soul their prey. 7 Lord, crush the serpent in the dust,
And all his plots destroy ;
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.
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.
I waste the night with cries,
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?
He pities all our groans;
And heals our broken bones.
Restores our fainting breath ;
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 ;