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?

f6 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;
The men that in thy truth confide,
Shall find the promise sure.]

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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 ?

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Wilt thou thy face for ever hide?

Shall I still pray and be denied?

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 ?]

di 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.

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cr 6 Whate'er my fears or foes suggest,
Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest;
-f 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.

Temptation-Complaint.

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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!]

ri [5 But they shall fly at thy rebuke,
And Satan hide his head:

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He knows the terrors of thy look,
And hears thy voice with dread.]
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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ex 4 On thy mercy I rely;

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

cr 5 Lord, I lift my heart in praise
All thy bounty to adore;
From eternity thy grace

Flows increasing evermore.

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FIRST PART. C. M.-Peterborough.

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Human depravity.

11 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?

ag 2 Great God, appear to their surprise, Reveal thy dreadful name;

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Let them no more thy wrath despise,
Nor turn our hope to shame.

3 Dost thou not dwell among the just ?.
And yet our foes deride

That we should make thy name our trust.
Great God, confound their pride.

f 4 Oh, that the joyful day were come
To finish our distress!

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When God shall bring his children home
Our songs shall never cease.

FIRST PART. C. M.-Peterborough. Arlington.
Traits of a Christian character.

!! 1 WHO shall inhabit in thy hill,
O God of holiness?

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Whom will the Lord admit to dwell
So near his throne of grace?

2 The man who walks in pious ways,
And works with righteous 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 neighbor 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;

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5 His hands disdain a golden bribe,
And never wrong the poor :-

This man shall dwell with God on earth,
And find his heaven secure.

SECOND PART. L. M.-Uxbridge. Duke-street.
Same subject.

11 WHO shall ascend thy holy place,
Great God, and dwell so near thy face?
The man who loves 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 neighbor wrong. ex 3 He loves his enemies, and prays

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For those who curse him to his face;
And does to all men still the same
That he would hope or wish from them.
4 Yet when his holiest works are done,
His soul depends on grace alone :-
This is the man thy face shall see,
And dwell for ever, Lord, with thee.
THIRD PART. L. M.-Sterling.

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Who shall reach heaven.

1 BUT who shall reach thine holy place,
Or who, O Lord, ascend thine hill?
The pure in heart shall see thy face;

The man that seeks to do thy will.
11 2 He who to bribes hath closed his hand,
To idols never bent the knee;

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Nor sworn in falsehood;-he shall stand,
Redeemed by grace, and kept by Thee.
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FIRST PART. L. M.-Quito.
Humility.

aff 1 PRESERVE me, Lord, in time of need,
For succor to thy throne I flee;
But have no merits there to plead ;
My goodness cannot reach to thee.

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.

11 3 Yet, Lord, thy saints on earth may reap Some profit by the good they do; These are the company I keep,

These are the choicest friends I know.

cr 4 Let others choose the sons of earth,

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And give their hours to noise and wine, I love the men of heavenly birth,

Whose thoughts and language are divine.