o 4 Arise, O Lord, lift up thy hand,
Attend our humble cry;
No enemy shall dare to stand,
When God ascends on high.

PAUSE.

5 [Why do the men of malice rage, And say, with foolish pride,

d 'The God of heaven will ne'er engage,
'To fight on Zion's side.'

6 But thou for ever art our Lord;
And powerful is thine hand,
As when the heathen felt thy sword,
And perish'd from thy land.]

o 7 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray,
And cause thine ear to hear;
Hearken to what thy children say,
And put the world in fear.

-8 Proud tyrants shall no more oppress,
No more despise the just;

And mighty sinners shall confess
They are but earth and dust.

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God loves the Righteous, and abhors the Wicked.

MY refuge is the God of love;

Why do my foes insult and cry,— d “Fly, like a tim'rous trembling dove, "To distant woods or mountains fly ?" e 2 If government be once destroy'd, (That firm foundation of our peace,) And violence make justice void, Where shall the righteous scek redress? g 3 The Lord in heaven has fix'd his throne, His eye surveys the world below:

To him all-mortal things are known,
His eye-lids search our spirits through.
-4 If he afflicts his saints so far,

To prove their love, and try their grace;
What may the bold transgressor fear?
His very soul abhors their ways.

g 5 On impious wretches he will rain
Tempests of brimstone, fire, and death!

Such as he kindled on the plain
Of Sodom, with his angry breath.

-6 The righteous Lord loves righteous souls, Whose thoughts and actions are sincere; And with a gracious eye beholds

The men who his own image bear.

PSALM 12. L. M. Bath. [*]
Saint's Safety and Hope in Evil Times.

ORD, if thou dost, not soon appear,
Virtue and truth will fly away;

A faithful man amongst us here,
Will scarce be found, if thou delay.

2 The whole discourse, when neighbours meet, Is fill'd with trifles, loose and vain; Their lips are flatt'ry and deceit, And their proud language is profane. 3 But lips that with deceit abound, Will not maintain their triumph long; The God of vengeance will confound Their flatt'ring and blaspheming tongue. d 4 'Yet shall our words be free, they cry; "Our tongues shall be controll'd by none; "Where is the Lord will ask us why? 'Or say our lips are not our own?" -5 The Lord, who sees the poor oppress'd, And hears th' oppressor's haughty strain, o Will rise to give his children rest,

Nor will they trust his word in vain.

6 Thy word, O Lord, tho' often try'd, Void of deceit will still appear,

Not silver, sev'n times purified,

From dross and mixture shines so clear. o 7 Thy grace will in the darkest hour Defend the holy soul from harm;

e Though when the vilest men have power On ev'ry side will sinners swarm.]

HE

C. M. Plymouth. [b]

General Corruption of Manners.

ELP, Lord! for men of virtue fail,
Religion loses ground;

The sons of violence prevail,

And treacheries abound.

e 2 Their oaths and promises they break,
Yet act the flatt'rer's part;
With fair deceitful lips they speak,
And with a double heart.

3 [If we reprove some hateful lie,
How is their fury stirr'd!
d'Are not our lips our own, they cry;
'And who shall be our Lord?']

e 4 Scoffers appear on every side,
Where a vile race of men

Are rais'd to seats of power and pride,
And bear the sword in vain.

PAUSE.

5 Lord, when iniquities abound,
And blasphemy grows bold,
When faith is hardly to be found,
And love is waxing cold;-

o 6 Is not thy chariot hast'ning on?
Hast thou not giv'n the sign?
May we not trust and live upon
A promise so divine?

d7 [Yes, saith the Lord, now will I rise,
And make oppressors flee;

'I will appear to their surprise, 'And set my servants free.']

g 8 Thy word like silver sev'n times try'd,
Through ages shall endure;

The men who in thy truth confide,
Shall find thy promise sure.

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PSALM 13. L. M. Pleyel's. Armley.
Pleading under Desertion: or, Hope in Darkness.

OW long, O Lord, shall I complain,
Like one who seeks his God in vain?

Canst thou thy face for ever hide,
And I still pray and be deny'd?
2 Shall I for ever be forgot,
As one whom thou regardest not?
Still shall my soul thine absence mourn,
And still despair of thy return?

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]

Complaint under Temptations.

1 ITTOW 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.

• 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.

0 6 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.

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FO

NOOLS, 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.

Plymouth.

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

The Folly of Persecutors.

senseless grown,

1LARE sinners now so senseless

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,