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2 He sends the sun his circuit round,
"To cheer the fruits, to warm the ground;
He bids the clouds with plenteous rain,

Refresh the thirsty earth again. 3

To his kind care we owe our breath,
And all our near escapes from death
Safety and health to God belong,

He heals the fick and guards the strong. 4 His'own right hand his faints shall raise

From death's dark shade to fing his praife;
And bring them to his courts above,
To see his face, and taste his love.

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Psalm LXIX. Common Metre.

The Obedience and Death of Christ.
ATHER, I fing thy wond'rous grace,
I bless

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Saviour's name ; He bought salvation for the poor,

And bore the finner's shame.
2 His deep distress hath rais'd us high ;

His duty and his zeal
Fulfilld the law which mortals broke,

And finish'd all thy will,
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The sacrifice he offer'd once

Has better pleas'd my God Than all the victims of the law,

Than goats' or bullocks' blood. 4 This shall his humble followers fee, And set their hearts at rest

; They by his death draw near to thee,

And live forever bleft.

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Let heaven, and all who dwell on high,

To God their voices raise;
While lands and feas assist the sky,

And join advance the praise.
Zion is thine, most holy God,

Thy son shall bless her gates ; And glory, purchas'd by his death, For thy own Ifrael waits.

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Plaim LXIX. Long Metre. [b]

The Sufferings of Cbrift.
ELP in our hearts, let us record

Bchold the rising billows roll,

To overwhelm his holy soul.
2 The Jews, his brethren and his kin,
Abus'd the man who check'd their sin;
While he obey'd God's holy laws,
They hate him, but without a cause.
In long complaints he spends his breath,
While hosts of hell and powers of death,
And all the fons of malice join,
To execute their vain design.
4 Tor, gracious God, thy power and love
Hare made the curse a blessing prove į
Tha' once upon the cross he bied,
immortal honours crown his head.
$ Thro' Christ thy Son our guilt forgive,

And let the mourning finner live;
The Lord will hear us in his name,
Nor Thall our hope be turn'd to fhame.

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Pralin Lxx. Common Metre.

Protection againg Enemies.
REAT God, attend my humble call,
Nor hear my

cries in vain Olet thy grace prevent my fall,

And still my hope fustain. 2 When foes insulting wound my name,

And tempt my soul astray; Then let them hide their face with shame,

To their own plots a prey.
3 Whilst all who love thy name rejoice,

And glory in thy word,
In thy favation raise their voice,

To magnify the Lord.
4 Be thou my help in time of need,

To thee, O Lord, I pray ; In mercy hasten to my aid, Nor let thy grace delay.

BARLOW.

Plalm LXXI. First Part. C. M. [b]

Old Age, Death, and the Resurrection.
Y God, my everlasting hope,
I live

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Thy hands have held my childhood up,

And strengthen'd all my youth.
2 New wonders, Lord, my eyes have seer

With each revolving year ;
Thou know'st the days which yet remaing

I trust them to thy care.
3 Wilt thou forsake my hoary hairs,

And leave my fainting heart ?

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Who faall sustain my finking years,

If God my strength depart?
4 Down to the silent vale of death

Will be moy next remove ;
O may theie poor remains of breath

Declare thy wond'rous love.
3 Let me thy power and truth proclaim

To the surviving age;
And leave a favour of thy name

When I shall quit the stage.
6 By long experience I have known

Thy sovereign power to save ;
At thy command I venture down

Securely to the grave.
7 When I am buried in the dust,

My fath shall be thy care;
There with’ring limbs with thee I trust,
To raise them strong and fair.

WATTS.

Plalin LXXI. Second Part. C. M.[*]

Christ our Strength and Rightcoufnefs.
TY Saviour, my Alınighty Friend,
Where will the growing numbers end,

The numbers of thy grace?
2 Thou art my everlasting trust,

Thy goodness I adore;
And únce I knew thy graces first,

I speak thy glories more.
3 My feet shall travel all the length

Of the celestial road,
And march with courage in thy Arengtis
To see my Father, God.

4 When I am filld with shamţ and grief

For some remains of fin,
Thy promises shall bring relief,

And give me peace within.
5 How will my lips rejoice to tell

The victories of my King !
My soul, redeem'd from fin and hell,

Shall thy salvation fing.
6 My tongue shall all the day proclaim

My Saviour's dying blood ;
His death has brought my foes to shame,
And made my peace with God.

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Psalm LXXII. First Part. L. M. [*]

The Kingdom of Chrift.
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TREAT God, whose universal sway

All heav'n reveres, all worlds obey,
Now make the Saviour's glory known,

Extend his power, exalt his throne.
2 Thy sceptre well becomes his hands,

Angels submit to his commands;
His justice shall protect. the poor,

And pride and rage prevail no more. 3 With power he vindicates the just,

And treads th' oppressor in the dust;
His righteous government shall laft,

'Till days and years and time be past. 4

The heathen lands that lie beneath
The shades of overspreading death,
Revive at his first dawning light,
And defarts blossom at the fight.

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