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2 "Ask-and receive thy full demands-
"Thine shall the heathen be;
"The utmost limits of the lands
"Shall be possessed by thee."

3 Learn, then, ye princes-and give ear,
Ye judges of the earth;
Worship the Lord with holy fear,
Rejoice with awful mirth.

THIRD PART. S. M.

1 THE Lord ascends on high,
And asks to rule the earth;
The merit of his blood he pleads,
And pleads his heavenly birth.

2 He asks-and God bestows
A large inheritance:

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Far as the world's remotest ends,
His kingdom shall advance.

3 The nations that rebel

Must feel his iron rod:

He'll vindicate those honors well,
Which he received from God.

4 Be wise, ye rulers, now,

And worship at his throne:
With trembling joy, ye people, bow
To God's exalted Son.

5 If once his wrath arise,

Ye perish on the place:
But blessed is the soul that flies
For refuge to his

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FOURTH PART. H. M.

1 JESUS, the Saviour, reigns!
On Zion is his throne:
The Lord's decree sustains
His own begotten Son:

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FIRST PART. L. M.

God our Defence.

Morning.

Bath.

1 O LORD, how many are my foes,
In this weak state of flesh and blood;
My peace they daily discompose,

But my defence and hope is God.

2 Tired with the burdens of the day,
To thee I raised an evening cry;
Thou heard'st when I began to pray,
And thine almighty help was nigh.
3 Supported by thine heavenly aid,

I laid me down, and slept secure ;
Not death should make my heart afraid,
Though I should wake and rise no more.
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Salvation doth to God belong:
He raised my head to see the light,

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And makes his praise my morning song.

SECOND PART. C. M.

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How fast my foes increase!
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Dundee.

2 But thou, my glory and my strength,
Shalt on the tempter tread;

Shalt silence all my threatening guilt,
And raise my drooping head.

3 I cried, and from his holy hill,
He bowed a listening ear:
I called my Father, and my God,
And he subdued my fear.

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My sweet repose to take;

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Through him in safety wake.

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No terrors now shall shake my soul:
My refuge is my God.

THIRD PART, C. M. St. Ann's.

THOU, gracious Lord, art my defence;
On thee my hopes rely;

Thou art my glory, and shalt yet
Lift up my head on high.

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Through him in safety wake.

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His blessing he extends to all,
That on his power depend.

FIRST PART. L. M.

God our Portion.

Duke Street.

WHAT though th' unthinking world may say, "Who will bestow some earthly good?" Lord, for thy light and love we pray:

Our souls desire this heavenly food.

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At grace divine and love so great;
Nor will we change our happy choice,
For all their wealth and boasted state.

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SECOND PART. L. M.

Duke Street.

Rest and Peace in God. Evening.

1 THY favor, gracious Lord, impart,
With sacred joy to cheer my heart:
Howe'er the corn and wine increase,
Earth ne'er can yield such heavenly peace.
2 With thy protection kindly blest,
I'll lay me down in peace to rest;
Safe in thy care-from danger free,
To wake on earth-or wake with thee.

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THIRD PART. C. M.

Litchfield.

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I fear before thee all the day,

Nor would I dare to sin.

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From care and business free,
'Tis sweet conversing on my bed
With my own heart and thee.

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And when my work is done,
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Upon thy grace alone.

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Thy hand in safety keeps my days,
And will my slumbers keep.

FIRST PART. L. M.

Winchester.

Communion with God. Sabbath Morning. 1 LORD, hear my words-my spirit see, When wrapt in solemn thoughts of thee: My King, my God, my cries attend; To thee my suppliant prayers ascend. 2 Whene'er the morning rays appear, Thou, Lord, my early voice shalt hear: To thee my lifted hands shall rise, And faith look up with longing eyes. P 3 O God, thy pure and holy mind In tents of sin no joy can find: Far from thy throne shall evil flee, Nor e'er inhabit, Lord, with thee.

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4 But I, by boundless mercies led,
Thy temple's sacred courts will tread;
Up to thy house with joy repair:
Thy mercies shall surround me there.

5 Prostrate I'll bow-with fear impressed,
While awe profound inspires my breast;
And faith, while yet my prayers arise,
Firm on the Saviour's name relies.

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SECOND PART. C. M.

Dedham.

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;—

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.

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The wicked shall not stand;
Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,
Nor dwell at thy right hand.

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To taste thy mercies there;
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And worship in thy fear.

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In ways of righteousness,
Make every path of duty straight,
And plain before my face.

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THIRD PART. C. M.

Bedford.

1 LORD, hear the voice of my complaint;
Accept my secret prayer;

To thee alone, my King, my God,
Will I for help repair.

2 Thou,in the morn,my voice shalt hear,
And with the dawning day,

To thee devoutly I'll look up,

To thee devoutly pray.

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With shouts their joy proclaim;

By thee preserved, let them rejoice,
And nagnify thy name.

4 To righteous men the righteous Lord
His blessings will extend;

And with his favor all his saints,
As with a shield, defend.

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