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C. M. Charmouth, 28.
His truth transcends the sky; er. 1, 2, 5–7, 9. Practical atheism
In heaven his mercies dwell;
Deep as the sea his judgments lie, exposed.
His anger burns to hell. · WHILE men grow bold in wicked . And yet a God they own,
How excellent his love,
(ways, My heart within me often says,
Whence all our safety springs !
O never let my soul remove
From underneath his wings! 2 Their thoughts and ways at once declare
(Whate'er their lips profess) God hath no wrath for them to fear,
PART I. C. M. Harrington, 143. Nor will they seek his grace.
Ver. 1--15. Cure of envy. 3 What strange self-flattery blinds their 1 W HY should I vex my soul, and fret
But there's a hastening hour, [eyes ! V To see the wicked rise? When they shall see with sore surprise Or envy sinners waxing great The terrors of thy power,
By violence and lies? 4 Thy justice shall maintain its throne, 12 As flowery grass cut down at noon, Though mountains melt away ;
Before the evening fades, Thy judgments are a world unknown,
So shall their glories vanish soon A deep unfathom'd sea.
In everlasting shades. 5 Above these heavens' created rounds
3 Then let me make the Lord my trust, Thy mercies, Lord, extend;
And practise all that 's good; Thy truth outlives the narrow bounds
So shall I dwell amongst the just, Where time and nature end.
And he'll provide me food."
| 4 I to my God my ways commit, 6 Safety to man thy goodness brings, Nor overlooks the beast;
And cheerful wait his will; Beneath the shadow of thy wings
Thy hand, which guides my doubtful feet, Thy children choose to rest.
Shall my desires fulfil.
5 Mine innocence shalt thou display, 7 [From thee, when creature-streams run
And make thy judgments known, And mortal comforts die,
Fair as the light of dawning day, Perpetual springs of life shall flow,
And glorious as the noon. And raise our pleasures high.
6 The meek at last the earth possess, 8 Though all created light decay,
And are the heirs of heaven; And death close up our eyes,
True riches, with abundant peace, Thy presence makes eternal day
To humble souls are given. Where clouds can never rise.]
7 Rest in the Lord and keep his way, S. M. Peckham, 7.
Nor let your anger rise, UV Ver. 1-7. The wickedness of man,
Though Providence should long delay
To punish haughty vice. and majesty of God.
8 Let sinners join to break your peace, WHEN man grows bold in sin,
And plot, and rage, and foam;
The Lord derides them, for he sees He hath no faith of God within,
The day of vengeance come. Nor fear before his eyes.'
9 They have drawn out the threat'ning 2 (He walks awhile conceal'd
sword, In a self-flattering dream,
Have bent the murderous bow, 1 Till his dark crimes at once reveal'd, To slay the men that fear the Lord, Expose his hateful name.]
And bring the righteous low. 3 His heart is false and foul,
10 My God shall break their bows, and His words are smooth and fair ;
Their persecuting darts;
[burn Wisdom is banish'd from his soul,
Shall their own swords against them turn, And leaves no goodness there.
And pain surprise their hearts. 4 He plots upon his bed New mischiefs to fulfil;
PART II. C. M. Irish, 171. He sets his heart, and hand, and head, I Ver. 16, 21, 26–31. Charity to the To practise all that 's ill.
poor. 5 But there's a dreadful God,
WHY do the wealthy wicked boast, Though men renounce his fear;
And grow profanely bold ? His justice hid behind the cloud
The meanest portion of the just Shall one great day appear.
Excels the sinner's gold.
2 The wicked borrows of his friends, 2 Thine arrows stick within my heart, But ne'er designs to pay;
My flesh is sorely press'd; The saint is merciful, and lends,
Between the sorrow and the smart Nor turns the poor away.
My spirit finds no rest. 3 His alms with liberal heart he gives 3 My sins a heavy load appear, Amongst the sons of need;
And o'er my head are gone; His memory to long ages lives,
Too heavy they for me to bear, And blessed is his seed.
Too hard for me t’ atone. 4 His lips abhor to talk profane,
4 My thoughts are like a troubled sea, To slander or defraud;
My head still bending down ; His ready tongue declares to men
And I go mourning all the day What he has learn’d of God.
Beneath my Father's frown. 5 The law and gospel of the Lord
5 Lord, I am weak, and broken sore, Deep in his heart abide;
None of my powers are whole; Led by the Spirit and the word,
The inward anguish makes me roar, His feet shall never slide.
The anguish of my soul. 6 When sinners fall, the righteous stand, 16 All my desire to thee is known, Preserved from every snare;
Thine eye counts every tear, They shall possess the promised land, And every sigh, and every groan And dwell for ever there.
Is noticed by thine ear.
7 Thou art my God, my only hope; PART III. C. M. Salem, 139.
My God will hear my cry;
My God will bear my spirit up,
When Satan bids me die.
8 (My foot is ever apt to slide, IMY God, the steps of pious men
My foes rejoice to see 't; MI Are order'd by thy will :
They raise their pleasure and their pride, Tho' they should fall, they rise again
When they supplant my feet. Thy hand supports them still.
| 9 But I 'll confess my guilt to thee, 2 The Lord delights to see their ways,
And grieve for all my sin; Their virtue he approves :
I 'll mourn, how weak my graces be, He'll ne'er deprive them of his grace,
And beg support divine. Nor leave the men he loves.
| 10 My God, forgive my follies past, 3 The heavenly heritage is theirs,
And be for ever nigh. Their portion and their home;
O Lord of my salvation, haste
Before thy servant die.]
20 PART 1. C. M. Piety, 513. Ye shall confess their pride was vain, DJ Ver. 1-3. Watchfulness over the When justice casts them down.
LITHUS I resolved before the Lord, PAUSE.
I Now will I watch my tongue, 5 The haughty sinner have I seen,
Lest I let slip one sinful word, Not fearing man nor God,
Or do my neighbour wrong.' Like a tall bay-tree, fair and green,
2 And if I'm e'er constrain'd to stay Spreading his arms abroad.
With men of lives profane, 6 And lo, he vanish'd from the ground, I 'll set a double guard that day, Destroy'd by hands unseen;
Nor let my talk be vain. Nor root, nor branch, nor leaf was found,
3 I 'll scarce allow my lips to speak Where all that pride had been.
The pious thoughts I feel, 7 But mark the man of righteousness, Lest scoffers should the occasion take His several steps attend;
To mock my holy zeal. True pleasure runs through all his ways,
his ways, 4 Yet if some proper hour appear, And peaceful is his end.
I'll not be over-awed,
That we can speak for God.
Guilt of conscience, and relief.
12 Part II. C. M. Charmouth, 28.
S9 ver.4-7. Vanity of man as mortal. A Restore thy servant, Lord; Nor let a Father's chastening prove
iTEACH me the measure of my days, Like an avenger's sword.
I Thou Maker of my frame;
I would survey life's narrow space,
2 He raised me from a horrid pit, And learn how frail I am.
Where mourning long I lay, 2 A span is all that we can boast,
And from my bonds released my feet, An inch or two of time;
Deep bonds of miry clay. Man is but vanity and dust
| 3 Firm on a rock he made me stand, In all his flower and prime.
And taught iny cheerful tongue 3 See the vain race of mortals move
To praise the wonders of his hand, Like shadows o'er the plain,
In a new thankful song. They rage and strive, desire and love,
14 I 'll spread his works of grace abroad; But all the noise is vain.
The saints with joy shall hear, 4 Some walk in honour's gaudy show, And sinners learn to make my God Some dig for golden ore,
Their only hope and fear,
5 How many are the thoughts of love!
Thy mercies, Lord, how great! 5 What should I wish or wait for then
We have not words nor hours enough From creatures, earth, and dust?
Their numbers to repeat.
6 When I'm afflicted, poor, and low, 6 Now I forbid my carnal hope,
And light and peace depart,
My God beholds my heavy woe,
And bears me on his heart.
C. M. Trinity, 181.
Ver. 69. The incarnation and pleading without repining.
sacrifice of Christ. ICOD of my life, look gently down, 1 THUS saith the Lord, 'Your work is U Behold the pains I feel;
1 vain, But I am dumb before thy throne,
Give your burnt-offerings o'er; Nor dare dispute thy will.
In dying goats and bullocks slain,
My soul delights no more.' 2 Diseases are thy servants, Lord, They come at thy command;
2 Then spake the Saviour, 'Lo, I'm here, I'll not attempt à murmuring word
My God, to do thy will; Against thy chastening hand.
Whate'er thy sacred books declare, 3 Yet I may plead with humble cries,
Thy servant shall fulfil. Remove thy sharp rebukes :
3 Thy law is ever in my sight, My strength consumes, my spirit dies, I keep it near my heart; Through thy repeated strokes.
Mine ears are open with delight 4 Crush'd as a moth beneath thy hand,
To what thy lips impart.' We moulder to the dust;
4 And see, the bless'd Redeemer comes, Our feeble powers can ne'er withstand, Th' eternal Son appears, And all our beauty 's lost.
And at th' appointed time assumes 5 (This mortal life decays apace,
The body God prepares. How soon the bubble 's broke!
| 5 Much he reveal'a his Father's grace, Adam and all his numerous race
And much his truth he show'd, Are vanity and smoke.]
And preach'd the way of righteousness, 6 I'm but a sojourner below,
Where great assemblies stood.
6 His Father's honour touch'd his heart, When I the summons hear!
He pitied sinners' cries,
And, to fulfil a Saviour's part, 7 But if my life be spared awhile,
Was made a sacrifice. _Before my last remove, Thy praise shall be my business still,
PAUSE. And I 'u declare thy love.
7 No blood of beasts on altars shed PART 1. C. M. Nortnampton, 520. I Could wash the conscience clean; Ver. 1-3, 5, 17. Song of deliverance
But the rich sacrifice he paid from great distress.
Atones for all our sin. IT WAITED patient for the Lord, 8 Then was the great salvation spread, | He bow'd to hear my cry; .
And Satan's kingdom shook ; He saw me resting on his word,
Thus by the woman's promised seed And brought salvation nigh.
The serpent's head was broke.
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10. L. M. Gloucester, 12.
2 When shall I see thy courts of grace, Ver. 5–10. Christ our sacrifice.
And meet my God again?
So long an absence from thy face I THE wonders, Lord, thy love has My heart endures with pain. wrought,
3 Temptations vex my weary soul, Exceed our praise, surmount our thought:
And tears are my repast; Should I attempt the long detail,
The foe insults without control, My speech would faint, my numbers fail.
'And where 's your God at last?' 2 No blood of beasts, on altars spilt, 4 'T is with a mournful pleasure now
Can cleanse the souls of men from guilt; I think on ancient days:
Then to thy house did numbers go, An all-sufficient sacrifice.
And all our work was praise. 3 Lo! thine eternal Son appears,
5 But why, my soul, sunk down so far To thy designs he bows his ears,
Beneath this heavy load ? Assumes a body well prepared,
Why do my thoughts indulge despair, And well performs a work so hard.
And sin against my God? 4 Behold, I come,' the Saviour cries, | 6 Hope in the Lord, whose mighty hand With love and duty in his eyes,
Can all thy woes remove: 'I come to bear the heavy load
For I shall yet before him stand, Of sins, and do thy will, my God.
And sing restoring love. 5 "'T is written in thy great decree,
'Tis in thy book foretold of me, I must fulfil a Saviour's part,
PART II. L. M. Lebanon, 79. And lo! thy law is in my heart.
Ver. 6-11. Melancholy thoughts 6 'I 'll magnify thy holy law,
reproved. And rebels to obedience draw,
M Y spirit sinks within me, Lord, When on my cross I 'm lifted high,
II But I will call thy name to mind, Or to my crown above the sky.
And times of past distress record, 7 The Spirit shall descend and show
When I have found my God was kind What thou hast done, and what I do; The wondering world shall learn thy grace,
2 Huge troubles, with tumultuous noise,
Swell like a sea, and round me spread ; Thy wisdom and thy righteousness.'
Thy water-spouts drown all my joys,
And rising waves roll o'er my head. L. M. Portugal, 97.
3 Yet will the Lord command his love, * Ver. 1-3. Charity to the poor; When I address his throne by day, or, pity to the afflicted.
Nor in the night his grace remove;
The night shall hear me sing and pray. I PLEST is the man whose bowels move, D And melt with pity to the poor
6, 4 I'll cast myself before his feet, Whose soul, by sympathising love,
And say, My God, my heavenly rock, Feels what his fellow-saints endure.
Why doth thy love so long forget
The soul that groans beneath thy stroke? 2 His heart contrives, for their relief,
5 I 'll chide my heart that sinks so low, More good than his own hands can do; He, in the time of general grief,
Why should my soul indulge her griet? Shall find the Lord has bowels too.
Hope in the Lord, and praise him too;
He is my rest, my sure relief. 3 His soul shall live secure on earth,
6 Thy light and truth shall guide me still, With secret blessings on his head,
Thy word shall my best thoughts employ, When drought, and pestilence, and
And lead me to thine heavenly hill, dearth, Around him multiply their dead.
My God, my most exceeding joy. 4 Or, if he languish on his couch, God will pronounce his sins forgiven,
C. M. Auburn, 517. Will save him with a healing touch,
* Ver. 1-3, 8, 15–26. Or take his willing soul to heaven.
complaint in persecution. A PART I. C. M. Piety, 513. 11 LORD, we have heard thy works of old.
U Thy works of power and grace, Ver. 1-5. Complaint of absence
When to our ears our fathers told from public worship.
The wonders of their days: 1 W ITH earnest longings of the mind, 2 How thou didst build thy churches here, WYMy God, to thee I look ;
And make thy gospel known; So pants the hunted hart to find
Amongst them did thine arm appear, And taste the cooling brook.
Thy light and glory shone.
3 In God they boasted all the day, 16 [Behold, at thy right hand And in a cheerful throng
The Gentile church is seen, Did thousands meet to praise and pray, Like a fair bride in rich attire, And grace was all their song.
And princes guard the queen.] 4 But now our souls are seized with shame, 17 Fair bride, receive his love, Confusion fills our face,
Forget thy Father's house; To hear the enemy blaspheme,
Forsake thy gods, thy idol-gods, And fools reproach thy grace.
And pay the Lord thy vows. 5 Yet have we not forgot our God,
O let thy God and King Nor falsely dealt with heaven,
Thy sweetest thoughts employ; Nor have our steps declined the road
Thy children shall his honours sing Of duty thou hast given;
In palaces of joy. | 6 Though dragons all around us roar
With their destructive breath,
C. M. Old Jersey, 15.
• The personal glories 8. government
of Christ. PAUSE.
1 I'LL speak the honours of my King, 7 We are exposed all day to die
1 His form divinely fair;. As martyrs for thy cause,
None of the sons of mortal race
May with the Lord compare.
2 Sweet is thy speech, and heavenly grace 8.Awake, arise, Almighty Lord;
Upon thy lips is shed; Why sleeps thy wonted grace?
Thy God with blessings infinite Why should we look like men abhorr’d, Hath crown'd thy sacred head. Or banish'd from thy face?
3 Gird on thy sword, victorious prince, 9 Wilt thou for ever cast us off,
Ride with majestic sway; And still neglect our cries?
Thy terrors shali strike thro’ thy foes, For ever hide thine heavenly love
And make the world obey. From our afflicted eyes? 10 Down to the dust our soul is bow'd,
| 4 Thy throne, O God, for ever stands;
Thy word of grace shall prove
A peaceful sceptre in thy hands,
To rule the saints by love. 11 Redeem us from perpetual shame,
5 Justice and truth attend thee still, Our Saviour and our God ;
But mercy is thy choice; We plead the honours of thy name,
And God, thy God, thy soul shall fill The merits of thy blood.
With most peculiar joys.
S. M. Sarah, 393.
| Thy beauties are divine; Thy lips with blessings overflow,
And every grace is thine. 2 Now make thy glory known,
Gird on thy dreadfúl sword, And ride in majesty to spread
The conquests of thy word.
Or melt their hearts t' obey,
Attend thy glorious way.
Thy throne shall ever stand; And 'thy victorious gospel proves
A sceptre in thy hand. 5 (Thy Father and thy God
Hath without measure shed His Spirit, like a joyful oil,
T'' anoint thy sacred head.]
PART 1. L. M. Coombs, 45,
Christ and his church.
I The glories of my Saviour-King,
His form! how bright his beauties are ! 2 O'er all the sons of human race
He shines with a superior grace;
And blessings all his state compose.
With truth and meekness at thy side. 4 Thine anger, like a pointed dart,
Shall pierce the foes of stubborn heart
Shall melt the rebels at thy feet.