3 How long shall my poor troubled breast
Be with these anxious thoughts oppress'd?
And Satan, my malicious foe,
Rejoice to see me sunk so low.

-4 Hear, Lord, and grant me quick relief,
Before my death conclude my grief;
e If thou withhold thy heavenly light,
I sleep in everlasting night.

-5 How will the powers of darkness boast,
If but one praying soul be lost?
o But I have trusted in thy grace,
And shall again behold thy face.
-6 Whate'er my fears or foes suggest,
Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest:
o My heart shall feel thy love, and raise
My cheerful voice to songs of praise.
C. M. Plymouth. [b]

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'H

Complaint under Temptations.

OW long wilt thou conceal thy face?
My God, how long delay?
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,
And ease my raging pain.

3 See how the prince of darkness tries
All his malicious arts;

He spreads a mist around my eyes,
And throws his fi'ry darts.

o 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,
If I become his prey?

Behold the sons of hell grow proud
At thy so long delay.

06 But they shall fly at thy rebuke,
And Satan hide his head;

He knows the terrours of thy look,
And hears thy voice with dread.

o 7 Thou wilt display that sovereign grace,
Where all my hopes have hung;
I shall employ my lips in praise,
And vict'ry will be sung.]

PSALM 14. C. M. 1st Part. Reading. [b]

By Nature all Men are Sinners.

FOOLS, in their

OOLS, in their hearts, believe and say,
"That all religion's vain;

'There is no God who reigns on high,
"Or minds th' affairs of men."

2 From thoughts so dreadful and profane,
Corrupt discourse proceeds;

And in their impious hands are found
Abominable deeds.

3 The Lord, from his celestial throne,
Look'd down on things below,
To find the man who sought his grace,
Or did his justice know.

4 By nature all are gone astray,
Their practice all the same:

There's none who fears his Maker's hand;
There's none who loves his name.

5 Their tongues are us'd to speak deceit,
Their slanders never cease;

How swift to mischief are their feet,
Nor know the paths of peace.

6 Such seeds of sin, that bitter root,
In ev'ry heart are found;

Nor can they bear diviner fruit,
Till grace refine the ground.

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Plymouth.

C. M. 2nd Part. Reading. [b]

The Folly of Persecutors.

RE sinners now so senseless grown,
That they the saints devour?

And never worship at thy throne,

Nor fear thine awful power.

2 Great God, appear, to their surprise,
Reveal thy dreadful name;

Let them no more thy wrath despise,
Nor turn our hopes to shame.

e 3 Dost thou not dwell among the just?
And yet our foes deride,

d

That we should make thy name our trust;
Great God, confound their pride.

o 4 O that the joyful day were come,

To finish our distress!

• When God shall bring his children home, Our song will never cease.]

PSALM 15. C. M. St. Martin's. [*]

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Character of a Citizen of Zion.

HO shall inhabit in thy hill,

WH

O God of holiness?.
Whom will the Lord admit to dwell
So near his throne of grace?

2 The man who walks in pious ways,
And works with pious hands;
Who trusts his Maker's promises,
And follows his commands.

3 He speaks the meaning of his heart,
Nor slanders with his tongue;
Will scarce believe an ill report,
Nor do his neighbour wrong.
4 The wealthy sinner he contemns,
Loves all who fear the Lord!
And though to his own hurt he swears,
Still he performs his word.

5 His hands disdain a golden bribe,
And never gripe the poor:

This man shall dwell with God on earth,
And find his heav'n secure.]

L. M. Leeds. Oporto. [*]

Duties to God and Man; or the Christian.

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HO shall ascend thy heav'nly place,
Great God, and dwell before thy face?

-The man who minds religion now,

And humbly walks with God below:

2 Whose hands are pure, whose heart is clean;
Whose lips still speak the thing they mean;
No slanders dwell upon his tongue :
He hates to do his neighbour wrong.
3 [Scarce will he trust an ill report,
Nor vent it to his neighbour's hurt:
Sinners of state he can despise,
But saints are honour'd in his eyes.]

4 [Firm to his word he ever stood,
And always makes his promise good:
Nor dares to change the thing he swears,
Whatever pain or loss he bears.]

5 [He never deals in bribing gold, And mourns that justice should be sold; While others gripe and grind the poor, Sweet charity attends his door.] e 6 He loves his enemies, and prays For those who curse him to his face; -And does to all men still the same That he would hope or wish from them. 7 Yet when his holiest works are done, His soul depends on grace alone :o This is the man thy face shall see, And dwell for ever, Lord, with thee.

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PSALM 16. L. M. 1st Part. Shoel. [b]
Good Works profit Men, not God.

PRE

RESERVE me, Lord, in time of need;
For succour to thy throne I flee,

But have no merits there to plead ;
My goodness cannot reach to thee.

e 2 Oft have my heart and tongue confess'd,
How empty and how poor I am;

My praise can never make thee blest,
Nor add new glories to thy name.

-3 Yet, Lord, thy saints on earth may reap
Some profit by the good we do;

These are the company I keep,

These are the choicest friends I know.

4 Let others choose the sons of mirth,

To give a relish to their wine;

I love the men of heavenly birth,

Whose thoughts and language are divine.

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

Christ's All-sufficiency.

OW fast their guilt and sorrows rise,

"HOW

Who haste to seek some idol god;

will not taste their sacrifice,

Their off'rings of forbidden blood.

2 My God provides a richer cup,
And nobler food to live upon;
He for my life has offer'd up
Jesus his best beloved Son.

3 His love is my perpetual feast;
By day his counsels guide me right:
And be his name for ever blest,
Who gives me sweet advice by night.
4 I set him still before mine eyes;
At my right hand he stands prepar'd,
To keep my soul from all surprise,
And be my everlasting guard.]

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L. M. 3rd Part. Moreton. Quercy. [*]
Courage in Death, and Hope of the Resurrection.

WH

HEN God is nigh, my faith is strong, His arm is my almighty prop; o Be glad, my heart, rejoice, my tongue, e My dying flesh shall rest in hope.

2 Though in the dust I lay my head;
Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave
My soul for ever with the dead,
Nor lose thy children in the grave.
-3 My flesh shall thy first call obey,
Shake off the dust, and rise on high;
Then wilt thou lead the wondrous way,
Up to thy throne above the sky.

o 4 There streams of endless pleasure flow;
And full discov'ries of thy grace
(Which we but tasted here below,)
Spread heavenly joys thro' all the place.

C. M. 1st Part. Abridge. Barby. [*]
V. 1-3.-Support and Counsel from God.

1 [ ISAVE me, O Lord, from every foe;
In thee my trust I place;

Though all the good which I can do,
Can ne'er deserve thy grace.

2 Yet, if my God prolong my breath,
The saints may profit by 't;
The saints, the glory of the earth,
The men of my delight.]