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For if he frown, ye die :
Those are secure, and those alone,
Who on his grace rely.

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SECOND PART. S. M.-Clapton.

Christ triumphs and fills his mediatorial throne.

'' 1 WHY did the Gentiles rage,

And Jews, with one accord,
Bend all their counsels to destroy
Th' Anointed of the Lord?

2 Rulers and kings agree

To form a vain design;

Against the Lord their powers unite,
Against his Christ they join.

f 3 The Lord derides their rage,
And will support his throne;

He that hath raised him from the dead
Hath own'd him for his Son.

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114 Christ has ascended high,
To rule the subject earth;
The merit of his blood he pleads,
And pleads his heavenly birth.

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5 He asks, and God bestows
A large inheritance;

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

ex 6 The nations that rebel

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Must feel his iron rod:

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

7 Be wise, ye rulers, now,

And worship at his throne;

With trembling joy, ye people, bow
To God's exalted Son.

THIRD PART. L. M.-Sterling.

Exhortation to rulers.

1 NOW ye that boast of earthly power,

Be wise, and serve the Lord, the Lamb;
Bow at his footstool and adore;
Rejoice and tremble at his name.

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2 For God, who high`in glory reigns,

Laughs at your pride, your rage controls;
His power can fill your hearts with pains,
And speak in thunders to your souls.

3 With humble love address the Son,
Lest he be angry, and ye die;
His wrath will burn to worlds unknown,
If ye provoke his jealousy.

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His storms may drive you quick to hell;
He is a God, and ye but dust:
Happy the men who know him well,
And make his grace their only trust.

FIRST PART. C. M.-Windsor.

God our defence.

aff 1 MY God, how many are my fears!
How fast my foes increase!
Conspiring my eternal death,
They break my present peace.

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2 The subtle tempter would persuade
There's no relief in heaven,

That all my swelling sins are now
Too big to be forgiven.

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

Shalt silence all my threat'ning guilt,
And raise my drooping head.

4 I cried, and from his holy hill
He bow'd a list'ning ear;

I call'd my Father, and my God,
And he subdued my fear.

5 He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes,
In spite of all my foes;

I woke, and wonder'd at the grace
That guarded my repose.

f 6 What though the hosts of death and hell All arm'd, against me stood:

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Terrors no more shall shake my soul;
My refuge is my God.

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SECOND PART. L. M.- -Quito.

Morning.

aff 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 thy heavenly aid,

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I laid me down and slept secure:

Not death would make my heart afraid,

Though I should wake and rise no more.

di 4 But God sustain'd me all the night;

Salvation doth to God belong:

He raised my head to see the light,

And praise him in my morning song.

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THIRD PART. L. M.-Luton.

Same subject.

aff 1 THE tempter to my soul hath said,
"There is no help in God for thee;"
Lord, lift thou up thy servant's head,
My glory, shield, and solace be.

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112 Thus to the Lord I raised my cry,
He heard me from his holy hill;
At his command the waves roll'd by ;
He beckon'd, and the winds were still.

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Thou, Lord, my spirit didst sustain ;
Bright from the east the morning broke,
Thy comforts rose on me again.

4 I will not fear, though armed throngs

Compass my steps in all their wrath;

Salvation to the Lord belongs,

His presence guards his people's path.

Montgomery.

FIRST PART. L. M.-Sterling.

A prayer-hearing God, our portion and hope.

1 O GOD of grace and righteousness,

Hear and attend when I complain:

Thou didst deliver from distress,

Bow down thy gracious ear again.

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2 Ye sons of men, in vain ye try
To turn my glory into shame:
How long will scoffers love to lie,

And dare reproach my Saviour's name?
3 Know that the Lord divides his saints
From all the tribes of men beside;
He hears and pities their complaints,
For the dear sake of Christ that died.
4 When our obedient hands have done
A thousand works of righteousness,
We put our trust in God alone,
And glory in his pard'ning grace.
5 Let the unthinking many say,

"Who will bestow some earthly good?
But, Lord, thy light and love we pray;
Our souls desire this heavenly food.

SECOND PART. L. M.-Duke-street.

Protection from scoffers.

1 HOW long, ye sons of men, will ye
The servant of the Lord despise,
Delight yourselves with vanity,
And trust in refuges of lies?

2 Know that the Lord hath set apart
The godly man in every age;
He loves a meek and lowly heart-
His people are his heritage.

ma 3 Then stand in awe, nor dare to sin;

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Commune with your own heart; be still: The Lord requireth truth within;

The sacrifice of mind and will.

THIRD PART. C. M.-Barby.

Evening.

Montgomery.

1 LORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray;

I am for ever thine:

I fear before thee all the day,
Nor would I dare to sin.

2 And while I rest my weary head
From care and business free,
'Tis sweet conversing on my bed
With my own heart and thee.

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:

cr 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.m3 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.

PAUSE.-Dunchurch.

aff 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.