e He, in a time of general grief, -Shall find the Lord has mercy too.

3 His soul shall live secure on earth, With secret blessings on his head; o When drought, and pestilence, and dearth, Around him multiply their dead.

e 4 Or, if he languish on his couch, -God will pronounce his sins forgiven; o Will save him with a healing touch, Or take his willing soul to heaven.

PSALM 42. C. M. 1st Part. Plymouth. [b] Ver. 1-5. Desertion and Hope.

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VITH earnest longings of the mind,
My God, to thee I look;

So pants the hunted hart to find,

And taste the cooling brook.

e 2 When shall I see thy courts of grace,
And meet my God again?

e So long an absence from thy face
My heart endures with pain.
3 Temptations vex my weary soul,
And tears are my repast;

d

-The foe insults without control,
'And where's your God at last?"
p 4 'Tis with a mournful pleasure now
I think on ancient days;

Then to thy house did numbers go,
And all our work was praise.

e 5 But why, my soul, sunk down so far,
Beneath this heavy load?

Why do my thoughts indulge despair,
And sin against my God?
-6 Hope in the Lord, whose mighty hand
Can all thy woes remove;

o For I shall yet before him stand,
And sing restoring love.

L. M. Babylon. [*]

Ver. 6-11. Hope in Affliction.

PMY spirit sinks within me, Lord

But I will call thy name to mind,

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.

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

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

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

When to our ears our fathers told

The wonders of their days:

grace,

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?

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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.

PSALM 45. S. M. Dover. [*]

The Glory of Christ.

1 MY Saviour and my King,

Thy beauties are divine;

Thy lips with blessings overflow,
And ev'ry grace is thine.

@ 2 Now make thy glories known,
Gird on thy dreadful sword,

And ride in majesty, to spread

3

The conquests of thy word.

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

-While justice, meekness, grace, and truth,

Attend thy glorious way.

4 Thy laws, O God, are right,
Thy throne shall ever stand;
And thy victorious gospel proves
A sceptre in thy hand.
Thy Father and thy God,
Hath, without measure, shed
His Spirit, like a joyful oil,

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T'anoint thy sacred head.
Behold, at thy right hand
The Gentile church is seen
Like a fair bride in rich attire,

And princes guard the queen.
777 Fair bride, receive his love,
Forget thy Father's house,
Forsake thy gods, thy idol gods,
And pay thy Lord thy vows.

08 O let thy God and King

Thy sweetest thoughts employ; • 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.

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L. M. 1st Part. Blendon. [*] The Glory of Christ and power of his Gospel. TOW 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;
• And with his sacred Spirit blest
His first-born Son above the rest.

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

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Christ and his Church.

HE 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