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3 See how in sighs I pass my days,

And waste in groans the weary night:
My bed is watered with my tears ;
My grief consumes, and dims

my sigh to 4 Look how the powers of nature mourn !

How long, almighty God, how long ?
When shall thine hour of grace return ?

When shall I make thy grace my song? 5 I feel my flesh so near the grave,

My thoughts are tempted to despair;
But graves can never praise the Lord,

For all is dust and silence there.
6 Depart, ye tempters, from my soul,

And all despairing thoughts depart;
My God, who hears my humble moan,

Will ease my flesh and cheer my heart. 7

C. M.
MY trust is in my heavenly Friend,
Rise, and my helpless life defend

From those that seek my blood. 2 With insolence and fury they

My soul in pieces tear,
As hungry lions rend the prey

When no deliverer's near.
3 If e'er my pride provoked them first,

Or once abused my foe,
Then let them tread my life to dust,

And lay mine honour low.
4 If there be malice found in me,

I know thy piercing eyes ;
I should not dare appeal to thee,

Nor ask my God to rise.
5 Arise, my God, lift up thy hand,

Their pride and power control ;

Awake to judgment, and command

Deliverance for my soul.
6 Let sinners and their wicked rage

Be humbled to the dust;
Shall not the God of truth engage

To vindicate the just ?
7 He knows the heart, he tries the reins,

He will defend th’ upright: His sharpest arrows he ordains

Against the sons of spite. 8 Though leagued in guile, their malice spread

A snare before my way;
Their mischiefs on their impious head

His vengeance shall repay. 9 That cruel persecuting race

Must feel his dreadful sword; Awake, my soul, and praise the grace

And justice of the Lord. 8 FIRST PART.

S. M. O LORD, our heavenly King, Thy glories round the earth are spread,

And o'er the heavens they shine. 2 When to thy works on high

I raise my wondering eyes,
And see the moon complete in light

Adorn the darksome skies: 3 When I survey the stars,

In all their shining forms,
Lord, what is man, that worthless thing,

Akin to dust and worms? 4 Lord, what is worthless man

That thou shouldst love him so Next to thine angels he is placed,

And lord of all below.

5 Thine honours crown his head,

While beasts like slaves obey,
And birds that cut the air with wings,

And fish that cleave the sea. 6 How rich thy bounties are !

And wondrous are thy ways:
Of dust and worms thy power can frame

A monument of praise.
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SECOND PART.

L. M. LORD what was man, when made at first, That thou shouldst set him and his race

But just below an angel's place ?
2 That thou shouldst raise his nature so,

And make him lord of all below;
Make every beast and bird submit,

And lay the fishes at his feet?
3 But 0, what brighter glories wait

To crown the second Adam's state !
What honours shall thy Son adorn,

Who condescended to be born! 4 See him below his angels made,

Behold him numbered with the dead,
To save a ruined world from sin;

But he shall reign with power divine. 5 The world to come, redeemed from all

The miseries that attend the fall,
New made and glorious, shall submit

At our exalted Saviour's feet.
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First PART.

C. M.
ITH

Thy
Thou sovereign Judge of right and wrong,

Wilt put thy foes to shame.

WITH my whole heart I'll raise my song,

!

2 I'll sing thy majesty and grace ;

My God prepares his throne
To judge the world in righteousness,

And make his justice known.
3 Then shall the Lord a refuge prove

For all the poor oppressed, To save the people of his love,

And give the weary rest.
4 The men that know thy name, will trust

In thy abundant grace;
For thou wilt ne'er forsake the just,

Who humbly seek thy face.
5 Sing praises to the righteous Lord,

Who dwells on Sion's hill,
Who executes his threatening word,

And doth his grace fulfil. 9 SECOND PART.

O. M.
W
HEN the great Judge, supreme and just, ,

Shall once inquire for blood,
T'he humble souls that mourn in dust,

Shall find a faithful God.
2 He from the dreadful gates of death

Does his own children raise ;
In Sion's gates with cheerful breath,

They sing their Father's praise.
3 His foes shall fall with heedless feet

Into the pit they made; And sinners perish in the net

That their own hands have spread. 4 Thus by thy judgments, mighty God,

Are thy deep counsels known; When men of mischief are destroyed,

In snares that were their own. 5 The wicked shall sink down to hell;

Thy wrath devour the lands

That dare forget thee, or rebel

Against thy known commands. 6 Though saints to sore distress are brought,

And wait, and long complain,
Their cries shall never be forgot,

Nor shall their hopes be vain.
7 Rise, great Redeemer, from thy seat,

To judge and save the poor; Let nations tremble at thy feet,

And man prevail no more.
8 Thy thunder shall affright the proud,

Ånd put their hearts to pain,
Make them confess that thou art God,

And they but feeble men.

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C. M. WI

HY doth the Lord depart so far,

And why conceal his face, When great calamities appear,

And times of deep distress ?
2 Lord, shall the wicked still derido

Thy justice and thy laws ?
Shall they advance their heads in pride,

And slight the righteous cause ? 3 They cast thy judgments from their sight,

And then insult the poor;
They boast, in their exalted height,

That they shall fall no more.
4 Arise, O God, lift up thine hand,

Attend our humble cry;
No enemy shall dare to stand

When God ascends on high.
5 Why do the men of malice rage,

And say, with foolish pride, “ The God of heaven will ne'er engage

To fight on Sion's side ?”

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