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e 3 [A poisoned arrow is your tongue,
The arrow sharp, the poison strong;

And death attends where'er it wounds:
You hear no counsels, cries nor tears;
So the deaf adder stops her ears

Against the power of charming sounds. d 4 Break out their teeth, eternal God, Those teeth of lions dyed in blood;

And crush the serpents in the dust; As empty chaff, when whirlwinds rise, Before the sweeping tempest flies,

So let their hopes and names be lost.] o 5 Th' Almighty thunders from the sky; -Their grandeur melts, their titles die, As hills of snow dissolve and run; e Or snails that perish in their slime, Or births that come before their time; Vain births that never see the sun. o 6 Thus shall the vengeance of the Lord Safety and joy to saints afford;

And all who hear shall join and say, d "Sure there's a God who rules on high; "A God who hears his children cry, "And will their sufferings well repay."

PSALM 60. C. M. Plymouth. [b] V. 1—5, 10—12. Humiliation for Disappointments in War.

1LORD, hast thou cast the nation off?

Must we forever mourn?

Wilt thou indulge immortal wrath?
Shall mercy ne'er return?

2 The terror of one frown of thine
Melts all our strength away;

Like men that totter, drunk with wine,
We tremble in dismay.

p 3 Our nation trembles at thy stroke,
And dreads thy lifted hand!
O, heal the people thou hast broke,
And save the sinking land.

o 4 Lift up thy banner in the field,
For those who fear thy name,
• Defend thy people with thy shield,
And put our foes to shame.

5 Go with our armies to the fight,
Their guardian and their God;
In vain confederate powers unite
Against thy lifted rod.

o 6 Our troops shall gain a wide renown,
By thine assisting hand:

g 'Tis God who treads the mighty down,

And makes the feeble stand.

PSALM 61. S. M. Aylesbury. [b*]
Ver. 1-6. Safety in God.

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1

W My heart within me dies;

THEN overwhelmed with grief,

Helpless, and far from all relief,
To heaven I lift mine eyes.
2 O lead me to the Rock,
That's high above my head;
And make the covert of thy wings
My shelter and my shade.

3 Within thy presence, Lord,
Forever I'll abide;

Thou art the tower of my defence,
The refuge where I hide.

⚫ 4 Thou givest me the lot

Of those that fear thy name;

If endless life be their reward,
I shall possess the same.

PSALM 62. L. M. Bath. [*]
Ver. 5-12. No Trust in the Creatures, but in God.

1 MY spirit looks to God alone;

My rock and refuge is his throne;

In all my fears, in all my straits,
My soul on his salvation waits.

2 Trust him, ye saints, in all your ways;
Pour out your hearts before his face :
e When helpers fail, and foes invade,
o God is our all-sufficient aid.

e 3 False are the men of high degree;
The baser sort are vanity:

Laid in the balance, both appear
Light as a puff of empty air

-4 Make not increasing gold your trust, Nor set your hearts on glittering dust; Why will you grasp the fleeting smoke, And not believe what God has spoke? e 5 Once has his awful voice declared, Once and again my ears have heard: O "All power is his eternal due;

"He must be feared and trusted too." -6 For sovereign power reigns not alone; Grace is a partner of the throne: Thy grace and justice, mighty Lord, Shall well divide our last reward.

PSALM 63. C. M. 1ST PT. Sunday. Barby. [*] Ver. 1, 2, 5, 3, 4. The Morning of the Lord's Day. EARLY, my God, without delay,

o 1

I haste to seek thy face;

My thirsty spirit faints away,
Without thy cheering grace.

e 2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand,
Beneath a burning sky,

Long for a cooling stream at hand,
And they must drink or die.

g 3 I've seen thy glory and thy power
Through all thy temple shine;

o My God, repeat that heavenly hour,
That vision so divine.

-4 Not all the blessings of a feast
Can please my soul so well,
As when thy richer grace I taste,
And in thy presence dwell.

o 5 Not life itself, with all its joys,
Can my best passions move;
Or raise so high my cheerful voice,
As thy forgiving love.

8 6 Thus, till my last expiring day,
I'll bless my God and King;

-Thus will I lift my hands to pray,

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And tune my lips to sing.

C. M. SECOND PART. Colchester. [*]

Ver. 1-10. Midnight Thoughts recollected. e 1 ['WAS in the watches of the night, I thought upon thy power;

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I kept thy lovely face in sight,
Amidst the darkest hour.

2 My flesh lay resting on my bed,
My soul arose on high;

d "My God, my life, my hope," I said, 'Bring thy salvation nigh.'

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-3 My spirit labours up thine hill, And climbs the heavenly road; o But thy right hand upholds me still, While I pursue my God.

4 Thy mercy stretches o'er my head
The shadow of thy wings;

o My heart rejoices in thine aid,
My tongue awakes and sings.
5 But the destroyers of my peace
Shall fret and rage in vain;
The tempter shall forever cease,
And all my sins be slain.

e 6 Thy sword shall give my foes to death,
And send them down to dwell

In the dark caverns of the earth,
Or to the depths of hell.]

L. M. Moreton. Shoel. [*]
Delight in God and his Worship.

REAT God, indulge my humble claim,

G Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest;
The glories that compose thy name,
Stand all engaged to make me blest.

2 Thou great and good, thou just and wise,
Thou art my Father and my God;

And I am thine, by sacred ties-
Thy son, thy servant, bought with blood.

e 3 With heart and eyes, and lifted hands,
For thee I long, to thee I look;

As travellers, in thirsty lands,
Pant for the cooling water brook.

o 4 With early feet I love t' appear
Among thy saints, and seek thy face:
-Oft have I seen thy glory there,

And felt the power of sovereign grace.

o 5 Not fruits, nor wines, that tempt our taste, Nor all the joys our senses know,

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Could make me so divinely blest, Or raise my cheerful passions so. e 6 [My life itself, without thy love, No taste of pleasure could afford; "Twould but a tiresome burden prove, If I were banished from the Lord. -7 Amidst the wakeful hours of night, When busy cares afflict my head, • One thought of thee gives new delight, And adds refreshment to my bed.]

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8 I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice,
While I have breath to pray, or praise,
This work shall make my heart rejoice,
And spend the remnant of my days.

S. M. Newton. [*]
Seeking God.

1M This joy, to call thee mine;

God, permit my tongue

And let my early cries prevail,
To taste thy love divine.

2 [My thirsty, fainting soul
Thy mercy does implore:
Not travellers, in desert lands,
Can pant for water more.
3 Within thy churches, Lord,
I long to find my place;
Thy power and glory to behold,
And feel thy quickening grace.]
4 For life, without thy love,
No relish can afford;

-No joy can be compared with this.
To serve and please the Lord.
5 To thee I'll lift my hands,
And praise thee while I live;
Not the rich dainties of a feast
Such food or pleasure give.
6 In wakeful hours of night,
I call my God to mind;

I think how wise thy counsels are,
And all thy dealings kind.

7 Since thou hast been my help,
To thee my spirit flies;

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