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6 But thou for ever art our Lord,

And powerful is thy hand,
As when the heathen felt thy sword,
And perish'd from thy land.

di 7 God will prepare our hearts to pray,
And bow his ear to hear:

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Accept the vows thy children pay,
And free thy saints from fear.

SECOND PART. L. M.-Luther's Hymn.
Jehovah the avenger of the oppressed.

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Proclaim the Lord, th' Eternal King:
Crown him, ye saints, with holy joy,
His arm shall all your foes destroy.

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His arm shall vindicate th' oppress'd:
Earth's mightiest tyrant feel his power,
Nor sin nor Satan grieve them more.
3 Thy Spirit shall our hearts prepare;
Thine ear shall listen to our prayer:
Thou righteous Judge, thou Power divine,
On thee our helpless souls recline.

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FIRST PART. L. M.-Uxbridge.
God loves the righteous and hates the wicked.
1 MY refuge is the God of love;
Why do my foes insult and cry,
"Fly like a tim'rous trembling dove,
To distant woods and mountains fly ?"

[2 If government be all destroy'd,

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

Where shall the righteous seek redress?]

di 3 The Lord in heaven hath fix'd his throne, His eye surveys the world below;

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

4 If he afflicts the saints so far,

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

ag [5 Upon the wicked he will rain

Tempests of brimstone, fire, and death, Such as he kindled on the plain

Of Sodom with his angry breath.]

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

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The men that his own image bear.

SECOND PART. C. M.-St. Ann's.
Same subject.

Barby.

1 THE Lord is in his holy place,
And from his throne on high,
He looks upon the human race
With omnipresent eye.

2 He proves the righteous, marks their path;
In him the weak are strong:

But violence provokes his wrath;

The Lord abhorreth wrong.

ag 3 God on the wicked will rain down
Brimstone, and fire, and snares;
The gloom and tempest of his frown!
This portion shall be theirs.

pi 4 The righteous Lord will take delight
Alone in righteousness;

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The just are pleasing in his sight;
The humble he will bless.

C. M.-Barby. ex.

Montgomery.

General corruption a sign of Christ's coming.

1 HELP, Lord, for men of virtue fail,
Religion loses ground:

The sons of violence prevail,

And treacheries abound.

2 Their oaths and promises they break;
They act the flatt'rers part:
With fair deceitful lips, they speak,
But with a double heart.

[3 Scoffers appear on every side,
While a vile race of men

Is raised to seats of power and pride,
To bear the sword in vain.]

cr 4 Lord, when iniquities abound,
And blasphemy grows bold;
When faith is rarely to be found,
And love is waxing cold;

vi 5 Is not thy chariot hastening on?
Hast thou not given the sign?
May we not trust and live upon
A promise so divine?

f 6 Yes, saith the Lord, I now will rise,
And make oppressors flee;

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

[7 Thy word, like silver seven times tried,
Through ages shall endure;

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The men that in thy truth confide,
Shall find the promise sure.]

FIRST PART. L. M.-Derby.

Hope in darkness.

aff 1 HOW long, O Lord, shall I complain,
Like one that seeks his God in vain ?
Wilt thou thy face for ever hide?
Shall I still pray and be denied?

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2 Shall I for ever be forgot,

Like 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 concludes my grief;
If thou withhold thy heavenly light,
I sleep in everlasting night.

f 5 How will the powers of darkness boast
If but one praying soul be lost!
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;
-ƒ My heart shall feel thy love, and raise
My cheerful voice to songs of praise.

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SECOND PART. C. M.-Windsor. Barby. ex.

Temptation-Complaint.'

aff 1 HOW long wilt thou conceal thy face, My God, how long delay ?

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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 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.

[4 How would the tempter boast aloud
Should I become his prey!

How are his legions waxing proud
At thy so long delay!]

vi [5 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. I
6 Thou wilt display that sovereign grace
Whence all my comforts spring;
I shall employ my lips in praise,
And thy salvation sing.

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THIRD PART. 7's.-Pleyel's Hymn.
Pleading for help.

aff 1 LORD of mercy, just and kind,
Wilt thou not my guilt forgive?
Never shall my troubled mind

In thy kind remembrance live?
2 Lord, how long shall Satan's art

Tempt my harass'd soul to sin?
Triumph o'er my bleeding heart,
Fears without and guilt within?
3 Lord, my God, thine ear incline,
Bending to the prayer of faith;
Cheer my eyes with light divine,
Lest I sleep the sleep of death.

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Mercy, heavenly Lord, impart :
Mercy brings salvation nigh;
Mercy shall rejoice my heart.

5 Lord, I lift my heart in praise
All thy bounty to adore;
From eternity thy grace
Flows increasing evermore.

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Human depravity.

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

There is no God that 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 that sought his grace,
Or did his justice know.

4 By nature all are gone astray,

Their practice all the same;

There's none that fears his Maker's hand;
There's none that 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 we bear diviner fruit
'Till grace refine the ground.

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SECOND PART. C. M.-Barby. ex.
Folly of persecutors.

aff 1 ARE sinners now so harden'd grown
That they the saints devour?
And never worship at thy throne,
Nor fear thine awful power?