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L. M. Carthage. [b]
Christ's Sufferings and Exaltation. p1 NOW let our mournful songs record
I The dying sorrows of our Lord; When he complain'd in tears and blood,
As one forsaken of his God. e 2 The Jews beheld him thus forlorn,
And shook their heads, and laugh'd in scorn; d 'He rescu'd others from the grave;
Now let him try himself to save. . 3 “This is the man did once pretend 'God was his Father and his Friend ; "If God the blessed lov'd him so,
Why doth he fail to help him now?" 0 4 Barbarous people! cruel priests !
How they stood round like savage beasts!
When God had left him in their power. p 5 They wound his head, his hands, his feet,
Till streams of blood each other meet;
And humble sinners taste his grace.
God our Shepherd.
NI Now shall my wants be well supply'd, His providence and holy word Become my safety and my guide. 2 In pastures where salvation grows He makes me feed, he makes me rest; There living water gently flows, And all the food's divinely blest. p 3 My wand'ring feet his ways mistake; -But he restores my soul to peace, o And leads me, for his mercy's sake,
In the fair paths of righteousness. p 4 Though I walk through the gloomy vale,
Where death and all its terrours are :
My heart and hope shall never fail,
Thy rod directs my doubtful way.
in How I rejoice, when on my head
Thy Spirit condescends to rest! o 'Tis a divine anointing shed,
Like oil of gladness at a feast.]
Attend his household all their days;
C. M. Barby. [*]
NI Jehovah is his name:
Beside the living stream.
When I forsake his ways;
In paths of truth and grace. e 3 When I walk through the shades of death,
Thy presence is my stay;
Drives all my fears away.
Doth still my table spread; o My cup with blessings overflows,
Thine oil anoints my head. -5 The sure provisions of my God
Attend me all my days; e O may thy house be my abode,
And all my work be praise ! --6 There would I find a settled rest,
While others go and come; No more a stranger or a guest,
But like a child at home.)
S. M. Aylesbury. Dover. [*]
God's tender Care of his people. 1. THE Lord my Shepherd is,
1 I shall be well supply'd : Since he is mine, and I am his,
What can I want beside ? 2 He leads me to the place,
Where heavenly pasture grows,
He doth my soul reclaim;
For his most holy' name. 4 While he affords his aid,
I cannot yield to fear! e Tho' I should walk through death's dark shade, 0 My Shepherd 's with me there. s 5 In spite of all my foes,
Thou dost my table spread; My cup with blessings overflows,
And joy exalts my head. 6 The bounties of thy love
Shall crown my foll'wing days;
Nor cease to speak thy praise.
Dwelling with God.
1 With Adam's num’rous race; He rais'd its arches o’er the floods,
And built it on the seas. e 2 But who among the sons of men
May visit thine abode ? d He who has hands from mischief clean,
Whose heart is right with God.
The blessings of his grace;
The God of Jacob's face.
To meet the Lord prepare ;
And menauilding, pelling
o Lift up their everlasting doors;
The King of glory's near. e 5 The King of glory-who can tell
The wonders of his might? --He rules the nations; but to dwell With saints, is his delight.
L. M. Islington. [*] Saints dwell in Heaven : or Christ's Ascensior. di TTHIS spacious earth is all the Lord's,
1 And men and worms,and beasts and birds, -He rais'd the building on the seas,
And gave it for their dwelling place. 0 2 But there's a brighter world on high,
Thy palace, Lord, above the sky: e Who shall ascend that blest abode,
And dwell so near his maker God? d 3 He who abhors and fears to sin,
Whose heart is pure, whose hands are clean;
And clothe his soul with righteousness. -4 These are the men, the pious race,
Who seek the God of Jacob's face; o These shall enjoy the blissful sight, And dwell in everlasting light.
: : PAUSE. Oporto. o 5 Rejoice, ye shining worlds on high, --Behold the King of glory nigh! e Who can this King of glory be? o The mighty Lord, the Saviour 's he. -6 Ye heavenly gates, your leaves display,
To make the Lord, the Saviour way; o Laden with spoils from earth and hell,
The Conqu’ror comes with God to dwell. g 7 Rais'd from the dead, he goes before,
He opens heaven's eternal door,
Ver. 1–11. Waiting for Pardon and Direction
I My trust is in his name;
e Let not my foes that seek my blood
Still triumph in my shame. p 2 Sin, and the powers of hell,
Persuade me to despair: -Lord, make me know thy covnant well,
That I may 'scape the snare. e 3 From the first dawning light
Till the dark evening rise,
With ever longing eyes. e4 Remember all thy grace,
And lead me in thy truth;
And follies of my youth.
The meek shall learn his ways;
The methods of his grace. 06 For his own goodness sake,
He saves my soul from shame; He pardons, (though my-guilt be great,)
Through my Redeemer's name.
S. M. 2nd Part. Dover. [*]
Ver. 12, 14, 10, 13. Divine Instruction. e 1 W HERE shall the man be found,
Y Who fears t offend his GodWho loves the gospels joyful sound,
And trembles at the rod? -2 The Lord will make him know 0 The secrets of his heart; o The wonders of his cov'nant show,
And all his love impart.
Are truth and mercy still,
And love to do his will.
In their extensive grace.