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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.]

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PSALM 15. C. M. St. Martin's. [*]
Character of a Citizen of Zion.

THO shall inhabit in thy hill,
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.]

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L. M. Leeds. Oporto. [*]

Duties to God and Man; or the Christian.

WHO

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.

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

e 1 For succour to thy throne I flee, RESERVE me, Lord, in time of need;

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. [*]

1 [HOW

Christ's All-sufficiency.

fast their guilt and sorrows rise, 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.

WHEN 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. [*]

1 [SAVE

V. 1—3.—Support and Counsel from God.
AVE 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.]

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3 Let heathens to their idols haste,
And worship wood or stone;
But my delightful lot is cast,

Where the true God is known.

4 His hand provides my constant food,
He fills my daily cup;

Much am I pleas'd with present good,
But more rejoice in hope.

5 God is my portion and my joy;
His counsels are my light;
He gives me sweet advice by day,
And gentle hints by night.

6 My soul would all her thoughts approve To his all-seeing eye;

Not death, nor hell, my hopes will move, While such a friend is nigh.

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C. M. 2nd Part. Sunday. Doxology. [*]
The Death and Resurrection of Christ.

SET the Lord before my face,

'He bears my courage up;

'My heart and tongue their joys express, 'My flesh shall rest in hope.

2 'My Spirit, Lord, thou wilt not leave,
'Where souls departed are;

'Nor quit my body to the grave,
'To see corruption there.

3 Thou wilt reveal the path of life,
'And raise me to thy throne;

Thy courts immortal pleasure give,
Thy presence joys unknown.'

4 Thus in the name of Christ the Lord.
The holy David sung,

And Providence fulfils the word
Of his prophetic tongue.]

p 5 Jesus, whom ev'ry saint adores,
Was crucify'd and slain :

o Behold, the tomb its prey restores! Behold, he lives again!

-6 When shall my feet arise and stand On heaven's eternal hills;

o There sits the Son at God's right hand, And there the Father smiles.

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PSALM 17. S. M. Peckham. [*]
V. 13, &c.-Portion of Saints and of Sinners.

RISE, my gracious God,

And make the wicked flee;

They are but thy chastising rod,
To drive thy saints to thee.
Behold, the sinner dies,
His haughty words are vain;
Here-in this life his pleasure lies,
And all beyond is pain.

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Then let his pride advance,
And boast of all his store;

-The Lord is my inheritance,
My soul can wish no more.
I shall behold the face
Of my forgiving God;

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And stand complete in righteousness,
Wash'd in my Saviour's blood.
There's a new heav'n begun,
When I awake from death-
Dress'd in the likeness of thy Son,
And draw immortal breath.
L. M. Islington. [*]

The Saint's Hope; or the Resurrection.

1 [ORD, I am thine: but thou wilt prove My faith, my patience, and my love:

When men of spite against me join, They are the sword, the hand is thine. 2 Their hope and portion lie below; "Tis all the happiness they know; 'Tis all they seek; they take their shares, And leave the rest among their heirs.] 3 What sinners value, I resign; Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine: o I shall behold thy blissful face,

And stand complete in righteousness. p 4 This life's a dream, an empty show; But the bright world to which I goo Hath joys substantial and sincere; e When shall I wake and find me there? -5 O glorious hour! O blest abode! I shall be near, and like my God!