I make my holy hill his throne,
And wide his kingdom spread.
4"Ask me, my Son, and then enjoy
The utmost heathen lands;
Thy rod of iron shall destroy
The rebel that withstands."

5 Be wise, ye rulers of the earth,
Obey the anointed Lord;

Adore the King of heavenly birth,
And tremble at his word.

6 With humble love address his throne;
For if he frown, ye die:
Those are secure, and those alone,
Who on his grace rely.

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Y God, how many are my fears!

Conspiring my eternal death,

They break my present peace.
2 The lying tempter would persuade
There's no relief in heaven,
And all my growing sins appear
Too great to be forgiven.

3 But thou, my glory and my strength,
Shalt on the tempter tread;
Shalt silence all my threatening guilt,
And raise my drooping head.

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

5 He shed soft slumbers on mine eyeɛ,
In spite of all my foes:

I woke and wondered at the grace
That guarded my repose.

C. M.

6 What though the hosts of death and hell,
All armed, against me stood:
Terrors no more shall shake my soul;
My refuge is my God.

7 Arise, O Lord, fulfil thy grace,
While I thy glory sing:

My God hath broke the serpent's teeth,
And death hath lost his sting.

8 Salvation to the Lord belongs;
His arm alone can save:
Blessings attend thy people here,
And reach beyond the grave.

LORD, how many are my foes,

L. M.

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 heardst 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.
4 But God sustained me all the night;
Salvation doth to God belong;

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He raised my head to see the light,
And makes his praise my morning song.

GOD of grace and righteousness,
Hear and attend when I complain:

Thou hast enlarged me in distress,
Bow down a gracious ear again.
2 Ye sons of men, in vain ye try
To turn my glory into shame;

How long will scoffers love to lie, Ard 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 pardoning 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. 6 Then shall my cheerful powers rejoice At grace divine, and love so great; Nor will I change my happy choice For all their wealth and boasted state.

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SECOND PART.

C. M.

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 cares 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 and hope relies Upon thy grace alone.

4 Thus with my thoughts composed to peace I'll give mine eyes to sleep;

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

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.

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.

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

5 0 may thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness!
Make
every path of duty straight
And plain before my face.

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

7 Lord, crush the serpent in the dust,
And all his plots destroy;

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

8 The men that love and fear thy name Shall see their hopes fulfilled;

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

IN anger, Lord, do not chastise,

Withdraw the dreadful storm;

Nor let thine awful wrath arise
Against a feeble worm.

C. M.

2 My soul's bowed down with heavy cares,
My flesh with pain oppressed;
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
Thine hand afford relief?

5 He hears his mourning children speak,
He pities all our groans;
He saves us for his mercy's sake,
And heals our broken bones.

6 The virtue of his sovereign word
Restores our fainting breath;
For silent graves praise not the Lord,
Nor is he known in death.

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SECOND PART.

L. M.

LORD, I can suffer thy rebukes,

When thou with kindness dost chastise,

But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear,
O let it not against me rise!

2 Pity my languishing estate,

And ease the sorrows that I feel;

The wounds thy heavy hand hath made,
O let thy gentler touches heal!