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This fruitless search no more be mine,

Such hopes I now recal ;
My earthly prospects I refign,
And make my God my all.

WATTS.

Paim XL. First Part. C. M. [b]

Deliverance from great. Difirefs.
WAITED patient for the Lord,
He bow'd to hear my cry ;
He saw me refting on his word,

And brought falvation nigh.
2 Sunk in the depths of fore distress,

And all my struggles vain ;
When human help ieem'd daily less,

He rais'd me up again.
3 Firm on a rock he made me stand,

And taught my cheerful tongue
To praise the wonders of his hand,

In a rew, thanlıful song.
4 I'll spread his works of grace abroad,

The faints with joy thall hear ;
And finners learn to make

Their only hope and fear.
s What mercies fill my wond'ring view

How many and how great !
Life is too fliort, and words too few,

Their numbers to repeat.
6 When I'm africted, poor and low,

With hope I'll never part ;
For God beholds my heavy woe,
And bears me on his l.eart.

WATTE

my God

TGive your burnt offerings o'er ;

Psalm XL.

Sec. Part. C. M. (*
The Divine Mision and Sacrifice of Chrif.
HUS faith the Lord, “ Your work is vain

; In dying goats and bullocks flain,

My soul delights no more.” 2 Then spake the Saviour, "Lo, I'm herë,

My God, to do thy will ; Whate'er thy sacred books declare,

Thy servant shall fulfil.”
3 And see, the blest Redeemer comes;

Th' eternal Son appears ;
And at th' appointed time affumes

The body God prepares !
4 Much he reveal'd his Father's grace,

And much his truth he show'd ;
And preach'd the way of righteousness,

Where great assemblies stood.
5 His Father's honour touch'd his heart,

He pitied sinners' cries ;
And, to fulfil a Saviour's part,

Was made a sacrifice.
6 No blood of beasts on altars shed

Could cleanse from guilt within ;
But the one sacrifice he made,

Atones for all our sin.
7 Then was the great salvation spread,

And Satan's kingdom fhook ;
Thus by the woman's promis'd feed,
The ierpent's head was broke.

WATTS,

BLI

Pfalm XLI. Long Metre,

Charity rewarded.
LEST is the man, whose tender care

Relieves the poor in their distress ;
Whose pity wipes the widow's tear,

Whose hand supports the fatherless. 2 His heart contrives for their relief

More good than his own hand can do ; He in the time of general grief, Shall find the Lord has pity too. 3 His foul shall live fecure on earth, With secret blessings on his head ; When drought, and pestilence, and dearth

Around him multiply their dead. 4 Or if he languish on his couch,

God will pronounce his fins forgiven ;
Will save him with a healing touch,
Or take his willing soul to heaven.

WATTS. Plalm XLII. Common Metre. [X or b]

The Pleasure of Public Worsbio.
S pants the hart for cooling streams,

When heated in the chase ;
So longs my soul, O God, for thee,

And thy refreshing grace.
2 For thee, my God, the living God,

My thirsty foul doth pine ;
O when fhair ( behold thy face,

Thou majesty divine ?
3 I figh whene'er my musing thoughts

Those happy days present,
When I, with my religious friends,

Thy temple did frequent,

A

Psalm XL. Sec. Part. C. M. [*]

TH

The Divine Mision and Sacrifice of Chrift.
HUS faith the Lord, “ Your work is vain,

Give your burnt offerings o'er ;
In dying goats and bullocks slain,

My soul delights no more.” 2 Then spake the Saviour, “Lo, I'm here,

My God, to do thy will ; Whate'er thy sacred books declare,

Thy servant shall fulfil.”
3
And see; the blest Redeemer comes;

Th' eternal Son appears ;
And at th' appointed time affumes

The body God prepares !
4 Much he reveal'd his Father's grace,

And much his truth he show'd ;
And preach'd the way of righteousness,

Where great assemblies stood.
5
His Father's honour touch'd his heart,

He pitied sinners' cries ;
And, to fulfil a Saviour's part,

Was made a sacrifice.
6 No blood of beasts on altars shed

Could cleanse from guilt within ;
But the one sacrifice he made,

Atones for all our sin.
7 Then was the great salvation spread,

And Satan's kingdom fhook ;
Thus by the woman's promis'd seed,
The ierpent's head was broke.

WATTS

Psalm XLI. Long Metre.

Charity rewerded.
LEST is the man, whose tender care

Whose pity wipes the widow's tear,
Whose hand supports the fatherless.
2 His heart contrives for their relief
More good than his own hand can do ;
He in the time of general grief,
Shall find the Lord has pity too.
3 His soul shall live fecure on earth,
With secret blellings on his head ;
When drought, and pestilence, and dearth
Around him multiply their dead.
4 Or if he languish on his couch,

God will pronounce his lins forgiven ;
Will save him with a healing touch,
Or take his willing foul to heaven.

WATTS. plalm XLII. Common Metre. [* or b]

The Pleasure of Public Worsbio.
S pants the hart for cooling streams,
When heated in the chafe

;
So longs my soul, O God, for thee,

And thy refreshing grace.
? For thee, my God, the living God,

My thirsty soul doth pine ;
O when shall I behold thy face,

Thou majesty divine ?
3 I figh whene'er my musing thoughts

Those happy days present, When I, with my religious friends,

Thy temple did frequenţ,

A

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