And times of past distress record, When I have found my God was kind. e 2 Huge troubles, with tumultuous noise, Swell like a sea, and round me spread; Thy water-spouts drown all my joys, And rising waves roll o'er my head. -3 Yet will the Lord command his love, When I address his throne by day; Nor in the night his grace remove; The night shall hear me sing and pray. e 4 I'll cast myself before his feet, d And say, 'My God, my heavenly Rock, p 'Why doth thy love so long forget

'The soul that groans beneath thy stroke?" 5 I'll chide my heart that sinks so low; e Why should my soul indulge in grief? o Hope in the Lord, and praise him too; He is my rest, my sure relief.

06 Thy light and truth shall guide me still; Thy word shall my best thoughts employ, And lead me to thy holy hill,

My God, my most exceeding joy.

PSALM 44. C. M. China. Bedford. [b]

V. 1, 2, 3, 8, 15-26. The Church's Complaint in Persecution.

1 LORD, we have heard thy works of old, Thy works of power and grace,

When to our ears our fathers told

The wonders of their days:

2 How thou didst build thy churches here, And make thy gospel known;

> Amongst them did thine arm appear, Thy light and glory shone.

o 3 In God they boasted all the day;
And in a cheerful throng,

Did thousands meet to praise and pray;
And grace was all their song.

e 4 But now our souls are seiz'd with shame. Confusion fills our face,

To hear the enemy blaspheme,

And fools reproach thy grace

-5 [Yet have we not forgot our God, Nor falsely dealt with heaven;

Nor have our steps declin'd the road
Of duty thou hast given:

e 6 Though dragons all around us roar,
With their destructive breath,

And thine own hand has bruis'd us sore, Hard by the gates of death.

PAUSE.

7 We are expos'd all day to die,
As martyrs for thy cause;

As sheep for slaughter bound we lie
By sharp and bloody laws.]

-8 Awake, arise, Almighty Lord,
Why sleeps thy wonted grace!

e Why should we look like men abhorr'd,
Or banish'd from thy face?

9 [Wilt thou for ever cast us off,
And still neglect our cries?
For ever hide thy heavenly love,
From our afflicted-eyes?

p 10 Down to the dust our soul is bow'd,
And dies upon the ground;

d Rise for our help, rebuke the proud, And all their powers confound.]

-11 Redeem us from perpetual shame,
Our Saviour, and our God;

We plead the honours of thy name,
The merits of thy blood.

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PSALM 45. S. M. Dover. [*]
The Glory of Christ.

MY

Y Saviour and my King,
Thy beauties are divine;
Thy lips with blessings overflow,
And ev'ry grace is thine.
Now make thy glories known,
Gird on thy dreadful sword,

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And ride in majesty, to spread
The conquests of thy word.

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Strike through thy stubborn foes,
Or melt their hearts t' obey;

-While justice, meekness, grace, and truth,
Attend thy glorious way.

0 4 Thy laws, O God, are right,
Thy throne shall ever stand;
And thy victorious gospel proves
A sceptre in thy hand.

o 5 Thy Father and thy God,
Hath, without measure, shed
His Spirit, like a joyful oil,

T' anoint thy sacred head.
e 6 Behold, at thy right hand
The Gentile church is seen
Like a fair bride in rich attire,
And princes guard the queen.
7 Fair bride, receive his love,
Forget thy Father's house,
Forsake thy gods, thy idol gods,
And pay thy Lord thy vows.

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Thy sweetest thoughts employ; o Thy children shall his honours sing In palaces of joy.]

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Glories and Government of Christ.

'LL speak the honours of my King, His form divinely fair;

None of the sons of mortal race

May with the Lord compare.

b 2 Sweet is thy speech, and heavenly grace Upon thy lips is shed;

-Thy God with blessings infinite

Hath crown'd thy sacred head.

g 3 Gird on thy sword, victorious Prince, Ride with majestic sway;

Thy terrour shall strike through thy foes, And make the world obey.

4 Thy throne, O God, for ever stands
Thy word of grace shall prove

A peaceful sceptre in thy hands,
To rule thy saints by love.

-5 Justice and truth attend thee still;
But mercy is thy choice;

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u And God, thy God, thy soul shall fill, With most peculiar joys.

L. M. 1st Part. Blendon. [*]. The Glory of Christ and power of his Gospel. OW be my heart inspir'd to sing The glories of my Saviour King; e Jesus the Lord, how heavenly fair His form! how bright his beauties are! -2 O'er all the sons of human race He shines with a superior grace; o Love from his lips divinely flows, And blessings all his state compose. g 3 Dress thee in arms, most mighty Lord, Gird on the terrour of thy sword, In majesty and glory ride,

With truth and meekness at thy side.
e 4 Thine anger, like a pointed dart,
Will pierce the foes of stubborn heart;
e Or words of mercy, kind and sweet,
Will melt the rebels at thy feet.

g 5 Thy throne, O God, for ever stands,
Grace is the sceptre in thy hands;
Thy laws and works are just and right;
Justice and grace are thy delight.
-6 God, thine own God, has richly shed
His oil of gladness on thy head ;

o And with his sacred Spirit blest
His first-born Son above the rest.

L. M. 2nd Part. Oporto. Green's. [*]

e 1 THE King of saints, how fair his face!
Adorn'd with majesty and grace!
o He comes with blessings from above,
And wins the nations to his love.

b 2 At his right hand, our eyes behold
The queen, array'd in purest gold;
The world admires her heavenly dress,
Her robe of joy and righteousness.
3 He forms her beauties like his own,
He calls and seats her near his throne:
b Fair stranger, let thy heart forget
The idols of thy native state.

-4 So will the King the more rejoice
In thee, the fav'rite of his choice;

Let him be lov'd, and yet ador'd,
For he's thy Maker, and thy Lord.
s 5 O happy hour, when thou shalt rise
To his fair palace in the skies!
And all thy sons, a numerous train,
Each like a prince in glory reign.
g 6 Let endless honours crown his head;
Let ev'ry age his praises spread;
-While we with cheerful songs approve
The condescensions of his love.

PSALM 46. L. M. 1st Part. Leeds. Blendon. [*] The Church's Safety amidst Desolations.

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OD is the refuge of his saints,

When storms of sharp distress invade ; Ere we can offer our complaints,

Behold him present with his aid.

o 2 Let mountains from their seats be hurl'd. Down to the deep and buried thereConvulsions shake the solid worldOur faith shall never yield to fear. u 3 Loud may the troubled ocean roar― e In sacred peace our souls abide ; -While ev'ry nation, ev'ry shore,

e Trembles and dreads the swelling tide. e 4 There is a stream, whose gentle flow Supplies the city of our God;

b Life, love, and joy still gliding through,
And wat❜ring our divine abode.

-5 That sacred stream, thy holy word,
Our grief allays, our fear controls:
Sweet peace thy promises afford,
And give new strength to fainting souls.
g 6 Zion enjoys her monarch's love,
Secure against a threat'ning hour;
Nor can her firm foundations move,
Built on his truth, and arm'd with power.
L. M. 2nd Part. Blendon. [*]

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God fights for his Church.

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