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3 I pay this evening sacrifice;
And when my work is done,
Great God, my faith, my hope relies
Upon thy grace alone.

4 Thus, with my thoughts composed to peace,
I give my eyes to sleep;
Thy hand in safety keeps my days,
And will my slumbers keep.

FIRST PART. C. M.-Colchester.

For the Lord's day morning.

1 LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high :

To thee will I direct my prayer,
To thee lift up mine eye:

er 2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone,
To plead for all his saints,
Presenting at his Father's throne
Our songs and our complaints.

p. m 3 Thou art a God before whose sight
The wicked shall not stand;
Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,
Nor dwell at thy right hand.

vi.f4 But to thy house will I resort,
To taste thy mercies there;
I will frequent thy holy court,
And worship in thy fear.

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5 Oh may thy spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness:
Make every path of duty straight,
And plain before my face.

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uff 6 My watchful enemies combine
To tempt my feet astray:
They flatter, with a base design,
To make my soul their prey.

ex 7 The Lord will crush them in the dust,
And all their plots destroy;

While those that in his mercy trust
For ever shout for joy.

di 8 The men that love and fear thy name Shall see their hopes fulfill'd;

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The mighty God will compass them
With favour as a shield.

SECOND PART. C. M.-Colchester.
Same subject.

1 SOON as the morning rays appear
I'll lift my eyes above;

My voice shall reach thy list'ning ear,
And supplicate thy love.

2 Within thy house my voice shall rise
Before thy mercy-seat;

There will I fix my steadfast eyes,
And worship at thy feet.

3 Thy righteousness, thy strength display,
And my protection be:

Teach me to know that only way,
Which leads to heaven and thee.

FIRST PART. C. M.-Windsor.
Complaint in sickness.

IN anger, Lord, rebuke me not:
Withhold the dreadful storm,
If thy displeasure waxes hot,

'Twill crush thy feeble worm.

Wrangham.

2 My soul's bow'd down with heavy cares,
My flesh with pain oppress'd;

My couch is witness to my tears,
My tears forbid my rest.

3 Sorrow and pain wear out my days;
I waste the night with cries,
And count the minutes as they pass,
Till the slow morning rise.

4 Shall I be still afflicted more?

My eyes consumed with grief?
How long, my God, how long before
Thy hand afford relief?

5 Oh, hear, while dust and ashes speak,
Restore my fainting breath;

And save me, for thy mercy's sake,
From the dark shades of death.

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SECOND PART. C. M.-Windsor.
Prayer under rebukes.

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Thy feeble worm, O God;
My spirit dreads thine angry look,
And trembles at thy rod.

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2 Have mercy, Lord, for I am weak;
Regard my humble cry:

Oh let thy voice of comfort speak,
And bring salvation nigh.

3 Oh come, and show thy power to save,
And spare my fainting breath;

For who can praise thee in the grave,
Or sing thy name in death?

4 Satan, my cruel envious foe,
Insults me in my pain;

He smiles to see me brought so low,
And tells me hope is vain.

5 But hence, thou enemy, depart,
Nor tempt me to despair;
My Saviour comes to cheer my
The Lord has heard my prayer.

THIRD PART. L. M.-Darwen.
Same subject.

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When thou with kindness dost chastise;
But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear,
Oh let it not against me rise.

2 Pity my languishing estate,

And case the sorrow that I feel;
The wounds thy heavy hand hath made,
Oh let thy gentler touches heal.

3 See how I pass my weary days

In sighs and groans!-and when 'tis night, My bed is water'd with my tears;

My grief consumes and dims my sight. 4 Look how the powers of nature mourn! How long, Almighty God, how long? When shall thine hour of grace return? When shall I make thy grace my song?

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And all despairing thoughts depart;
My God, who hears my humble moan,
Will ease my flesh and cheer my heart.
C. M.-Barby.

7. God's care of his people, and punishment of persecutors.
aff 1 MY trust is in my heavenly Friend,
My hope in thee, my God,

Rise, and my helpless life defend
From those that seek my blood

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Would now my body tear,
As hungry lions rend the prey
When no deliv'rer's near.

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3 If I indulge in thoughts unjust,
And wish and seek their wo;
Then let them tread my life to dust,
And lay mine honor low.

4 If there were malice hid in me-
I know thy piercing eyes-
I should not dare appeal to thee,
Nor ask my God to rise.

er 5 Arise, my God, lift up thine hand,
Their pride and power control;
Awake to judgment, and command
Deliv'rance to my soul.

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Must turn, or feel thy sword:

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FIRST C. M.--Barby.

8. Christ's condescension and gloration, God made man

1 O LORD, our Lord, how wondrous great
Is thine exalted name!

The glories of thy heavenly state
Let men and babes proclaim.

2 When I behold thy works on high,
The moon that rules the night,
And stars that well adorn the sky,
Those moving worlds of light;

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3 Lord, what is man or all his race,
Who dwells so far below,

That thou shouldst visit him with grace,
And love his nature so?

4 That thine eternal Son should bear
To take a mortal form,

Made lower than his angels are,
To save a dying worm ?

5 Yet while he lived on earth unknown,
And men would not adore,

The waves and stormy winds did own
His Godhead and his power.

6 Let him be crown'd with majesty
Who bow'd his head in death;
And be his honors sounded high
By all things that have breath.

SECOND PART. C. M.-Arlington.
Same subject.

1 O LORD, my King, how excellent
Thy name on earth is known!
Thy glory in the firmament,

How wonderfully shown!

2 When I behold the heavens on high,
The work of thy right hand;

The moon and stars amid the sky,
Thy lights in every land :-

3 Lord, what is man, that thou shouldst deign
On him to set thy love?

Give him on earth awhile to reign,
Then fill a throne above?

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How manifold thy ways!

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Let time thy saving truth proclaim,
Eternity thy praise.

THIRD PART. L. M.-Uxbridge.

Infant hosannas.

1 ALMIGHTY Ruler of the skies,

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Through the wide earth thy name is spread; And thine eternal glories rise

O'er all the heavens thy hands have made.