6 1 IN N anger, Lord, rebuke me not; Withdraw the dreadful storm; Nor let thy fury grow so hot Against a feeble worm. 2 My soul's bow'd down with heavy cares, My flesh with pain oppress'd; My couch is witness to my tears, 3 Sorrow and pain wear out my days; 4 Shall I be still tormented more? 5 He hears when dust and ashes speak, 6 The virtue of his sovereign word 6 1 For silent graves praise not the Lord, L. M. Babylon Streams, 23. When thou with kindness dost chas- But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear, 2 Pity my languishing estate, The wounds thine heavy hand hath made 3 See how I pass my weary days [night, 5 I feel my flesh so near the grave, Ellenborough, 170. God's care of his people. MY trust is in my heavenly Friend, Rise, and my helpless life defend 2 With insolence and fury they 3 If I had e'er provoked them first, Or once abused my foe, Then let him tread my life to dust, 4 If there be malice hid in me, 5 Arise, my God, lift up thine hand, PAUSE. 6 [Let sinners and their wicked rage Shall not the God of truth engage 7 He knows the heart, he tries the reins, He will defend the upright; His sharpest arrows he ordains 8 For me their malice digg'd a pit, My God makes all their mischief light On their own heads at last.] 9 That cruel persecuting race 8 1 2 3 Must feel his dreadful sword; Awake, my soul, and praise the grace And justice of the Lord. LORD, our heavenly King, Thy name is all divine; Thy glories round the earth are spread, And o'er the heavens they shine. When to thy works on high I raise my wondering eyes, And see the moon, complete in light, Adorn the darksome skies: When I survey the stars, Lord, what is man, that worthless thing, 4 Lord, what is worthless man, 7 [Out of the mouths of habes And sucklings thou canst draw Surprising honours to thy name, And strike the world with awe. 8 O Lord, our heavenly King, Thy name is all divine; Thy glories round the earth are spread, And o'er the heavens they shine.] 8 C. M. Liverpool, 83. Christ's condescension 4 Children amidst thy temple throng glorification. 8 10 LORD, our Lord, how wondrous [grcat Is thine exalted name! 3 Lord, what is man, or all his race, That thou should'st visit him with grace, 4 That thine Eternal Son should bear Made lower than his angels are, 5 [Yet while he lived on earth unknown, And men would not adore, The obedient seas and fishes own 6 The waves lay spread beneath his feet; And fish at his command, Bring their large shoals to Peter's net, 7 These lesser glories of the Son Shone through the fleshly cloud; 8 Let him be crown'd with majesty, 9 Jesus, our Lord, how wondrous great 8 1 The glories of thy heavenly state Let the whole earth proclaim. PART I. L. M. Old 100th. V.1, 2. The hosanna of the children. ALMIGHTY Ruler of the skies, Through the wide earth thy name is And thine eternal glories rise [spread, O'er all the heavens thy hands have made. 2 To thee the voices of the young A monument of honour raise; And babes, with uninstructed tongue, Declare the wonders of thy praise. 3 Thy power assists their tender age To bring proud rebels to the ground; To still the bold blasphemer's rage, And all their policies confound. PART II. L.M. New Sabbath, 122. V.3, &c. Adam and Christ, lords of the old and the new creation. LORD, what was man, when made at first, Adam, the offspring of the dust, That thou should'st set him and his race 2 That thou should'st raise his nature so, 3 But oh, what brighter glories wait 4 See him below his angels made: 5 The world to come, redeem'd from all Irish, 171. Wrath and mercy from the judgment-seat. WITH my whole heart I 'll raise my song, Thy wonders I'll proclaim; 2 I'll sing thy majesty and grace; 3 Then shall the Lord a refuge prove To save the people of his love, 4 The men that know thy name, will trust In thy abundant grace; For thou hast ne'er forsook the just, 5 Sing praises to the righteous Lord, 9 WHEN the great Judge, supreme and 2 He from the dreadful gates of death 3 His foes shall fall with heedless feet That their own hands have spread. 4 Thus by thy judgments, mighty God, Are thy deep councils known; When men of mischief are destroy'd, The snare must be their own. PAUSE. 5 The wicked shall sink down to hell; 6 Tho' saints to sore distress are brought, 7 [Rise, great Redeemer, from thy seat, 8 Thy thunder shall affright the proud, And put their hearts to pain; Make them confess that thou art God, And they but feeble men.] God loves the righteous, and hates the wicked. Y refuge is the God of love; MY Why do my foes insult and cry, 'Fly like a timorous trembling dove, To distant woods or mountains fly? 2 If government be all destroy'd, (That firm foundation of our peace) And violence make justice void, Where shall the righteous seek redress? 3 The Lord in heaven has fix'd his throne, His eyes survey the world below; To him all mortal things are known, His eyelids search our spirits through. 4 If he afflicts his saints so far, To prove their love, and try their grace, 5 On impious wretches he shall rain 6 The righteous Lord loves righteous souls, Whose thoughts and actions are sincere; And with a gracious eye beholds The men that his own image bear. 12 Shall they advance their heads in pride, And still thy saints devour? 3 They put thy judgments from their sight, 4 Arise, O God, lift up thine hand, PAUSE. 5 Why do the men of malice rage The God of heaven will ne'er engage The saint's safety and hope in evil times. LORD, if thou dost not soon appear, A faithful man amongst us here 2 The whole discourse, when neighbours 3 But lips that with deceit abound 5 The Lord, who sees the poor oppress'd, 3 From dross and mixture, shines so clear. 1 HEL TELP, Lord, for men of virtue fail, The sons of violence prevail, 2 Their oaths and promises they break, 3 If we reprove some hateful lie, 'Are not our lips our own?' they cry, 'And who shall be our Lord? 4 Scoffers appear on every side, Where a vile race of men Is raised to seats of power and pride, And bears the sword in vain. PAUSE. 5 Lord, when iniquities abound, 6 Is not thy chariot hastening on? 7'Yes,' saith the Lord, 'now will I rise, And make oppressors flee: I shall appear to their surprise, 8 Thy word, like silver, seven times tried, Through ages shall endure; The men that in thy truth confide, Pleading with God under desertion. OW long, O Lord, shall I complain Like one that seeks his God in vain? Canst thou thy face for ever hide? And I still pray, and be denied? 2 Shall I for ever be forgot. As one whom thou regardest not? How long shall my poor troubled breast Be with these anxious thoughts opprest, And Satan, my malicious foe, Rejoice to see me sunk so low? 4 Hear, Lord, and grant me quick relief, 5 How will the powers of darkness boast, 13 1 H My God, how long delay? OW long wilt thou conceal thy face? When shall I feel those heavenly rays That chase my fears away? 2 How long shall my poor lab'ring soul Wrestle and toil in vain? Thy word can all my foes control, 3 See how the prince of darkness tries He spreads a mist around my eyes, 4 Be thou my sun, and thou my shield, My soul in safety keep! Make haste before mine eyes are seal'd In death's eternal sleep. 5 How would the tempter boast aloud Behold the sons of hell grow proud 6 But they shall fly at thy rebuke, He knows the terrors of thy look, 7 Thou wilt display that sovereign grace 1 WH Providence. WHEN the great Judge, supreme and Shall once inquire for blood, [just, The 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 Zion's gates, with cheerful breath, 3 His foes shall fall with heedless feet That their own hands have spread. 4 Thus by thy judgments, mighty God, Are thy deep councils known; When men of mischief are destroy'd, The snare must be their own. PAUSE. 5 The wicked shall sink down to hell; 6 Tho' saints to sore distress are brought, 7 [Rise, great Redeemer, from thy seat, 8 Thy thunder shall affright the proud, And put their hearts to pain; Make them confess that thou art God, And they but feeble men.] 6 But thou for ever art our Lord, 7 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray, And cause thine ear to hear; 8 Proud tyrants shall no more oppress, 11 L.M. Angel's Hymn, 60. God loves the righteous, and hates the wicked. 1 MY refuge is the God of love; Why do my foes insult and cry, 'Fly like a timorous trembling dove, To distant woods or mountains fly?' 2 If government be all destroy'd, (That firm foundation of our peace) And violence make justice void, Where shall the righteous seek redress? 3 The Lord in heaven has fix'd his throne, His eyes survey the world below; To him all mortal things are known, His cyelids search our spirits through. 4 If he afflicts his saints so far, To prove their love, and try their grace, 5 On impious wretches he shall rain 6 The righteous Lord loves righteous souls, Shall they advance their heads in pride, 1 3 They put thy judgments from their sight, 4 Arise, O God, lift up thine hand, PAUSE. 5 Why do the men of malice rage The God of heaven will ne'er engage 12 L. M. Kingsbridge, 88. The saint's safety and hope in evil times. LORD, if thou dost not soon appear, Virtue and truth will flee away; A faithful man amongst us here Will scarce be found, if thou delay. 2 The whole discourse, when neighbours Is fill'd with trifles loose and vain; [meet, Their lips are flattery and deceit, And their proud language is profane. 3 But lips that with deceit abound Shall not maintain their triumph long; The God of vengeance will confound The flattering and blaspheming tongue. 4Yet shall our words be free,' they cry, Our tongues shall be controll'd by none: Where is the Lord will ask us why? |