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 forever art our Lord;
And powerful is thine hand,
As when the heathen felt thy sword,
And perished 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.

PSALM 11. L. M. Psalm 97. Geneva. [b] God loves the Righteous, and abhors the Wicked.

d

1

Y 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?"

e 2 If government be once destroyed,

(That firm foundation of our peace,)
And violence make justice void,

Where shall the righteous seek redress?

g 3 The Lord in heaven has fixed his throne,
His
eye surveys the world below:

To him all mortal things are known,
His eyelids search our spirits through.

-4 If he afflicts his saints so far,

g

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

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. 1 [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 filled with trifles, loose and vain; 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 Their flattering and blaspheming tongue. d 4 "Yet shall our words be free," they cry; "Our tongues shall be controlled 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 oppressed, And hears th' oppressor's haughty strain,

o Will rise to give his children rest, -Nor shall they trust his word in vain.

-6 Thy word, O Lord, though often tried, Void of deceit shall still appear;

Not silver, seven times purified,

From dross and mixture shines so clear.

o 7 Thy grace shall in the darkest hour
Defend the holy soul from harm;
e Though when the vilest men have power,
On every side will sinners swarm.]

C. M. Plymouth. [b]

General Corruption of Manners.
ELP, Lord! for men of virtue fail,

H Religion loses ground;

The sons of violence prevail,

And treacheries abound.

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

3 [If we reprove some hateful lie,
How is their fury stirred!

d "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,
And blasphemy grows bold,
When faith is hardly to be found,
And love is waxing cold ;-

o 6 Is not thy chariot hastening on?
Hast thou not given the sign?
May we not trust and live upon
A promise so divine?

d 7 ["Yes," saith the Lord, "now will I rise,
And make oppressors flee;

"I shall appear to their surprise, "And set my servants free."]

g 8 Thy word like silver seven times tried, Through ages shall endure;

The men who in thy truth confide,

Shall find thy promise sure.

PSALM 13. L. M. Pleyel's. Armley. [b]

Pleading under Desertion; or, Hope in Darkness. OW long, O Lord, shall I complain,

p 1

HOW

Like one who seeks his God in vain ? Canst thou thy face forever hide,

And I still pray and be denied?

2 Shall I forever 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 oppressed? 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.

1

C. M. Plymouth. [b]
Complaint under Temptations.

HOW

W 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 labouring soul

Wrestle and toil in vain?

Thy word can all my foes control,
Ånd 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 fiery darts.

o 4 Be thou my sun, and thou my shield;
My soul in safety keep;

Make haste, before mine eyes are sealed
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.

o 6 But they shall fly at thy rebuke,
And Satan hide his head;

He knows the terrors 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 victory shall be sung.]

PSALM 14. C. M. FIRST PART. Reading. [b]

1

F

By Nature all Men are Sinners.

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,
Looked 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 used 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 every heart are found;

Nor can they bear diviner fruit,

Till grace refine the ground.

Plymouth.

C. M. SECOND PART. Reading. [b]

The Folly of Persecutors.

1[ARE 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,