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4 Why restless-why cast down, my soul?

Hope still--and thou shalt sing
The praise of him, who is thy God,

And heaven's eternal King.

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FIRST PART. L. M. Medway.

Resorting to God in Troubles. (REAT God-our strength-to thee we cry,

Oh let us not forgotten lie; Oppressed with sorrows and with care, To thy protection we repair. 2 Oh let thy light attend our way, Thy truth afford its To Zion's hill direct our feet, l'o worship at thy sacred seat. 3 Thy praise, O God, shall tune the lyre, Thy love our joyful song inspire; To thee our cordial thanks be paid, Our sure defence-our constant aid 4 Why, then, cast down and why distressed? And whence the grief, that fills our breast? In God we'll hope to God we'll raise

Our songs of gratitude and praise. 43 SECOND PART. L. M. Hebron.

GOD of my strength-in thee alone

A refuge from distress I see;
Oh! why hast thou thine aid withdrawn?

Why hast thou, Lord, forsaken me?
2 Oh let thy light my footsteps guide,

Thy love and truth my spirit fill,
That in thy house I inay reside,

And worship at thy holy hill.
3 Then will I at thine altar bend;

My harp its softest notes shall raise ; < And from my lips to heaven ascend

The song of thankfulness and praise
4 Why, then, my soul, art thou cast down?

Why art thou anxious and distressed?
Hope thou in God-his mercy own,

For I shall yet enjoy his rest.



43 THIRD Part. C. M. Bedford. P JUDGE me, O God, and plead my cause

Against a sinful race ;
From vile oppression and deceit

Secure me by thy grace.
mf 2 On thee my steadfast hope depends,

And am I left to mourn?
P To sink in sorrow-and in vain

Implore thy kind return?
Aff 3 Oh send thy light to guide my feet,

And bid thy truth appear;
Conduct me to thy holy hill,

To taste thy mercies there.
mf 4 Then to thine altar, O my God,

My joyful feet shall rise, f And my triumphant song shall praise

The God that rules the skies.


43 FOURTH Part. 7s. 6L.
mp JUDGE me, Lord, in righteousness;

Plead for me in my distress :
Good and merciful thou art;
Bind this bleeding, broken heart:
Cast me not despairing hence;
Be my love, my confidence.
2 Send thy light and truth, to guide,
Leave me not to turn aside;

On thy holy hill I'd rest, mf In thy courts forever blest:

There to God, my hope, my joy,
Praise shall all my powers einploy.

44 FIRST Part. L. M. Medway.

Divine Aid implored in national Distress.

THY should thy face, where mercies dwell,

Its beains of majesty conceal;
Regardless of the woes that wait
Around our long-afilicted state?

mp 2 Behold ! our soul with sorsow bonds,

And down to dust our life descends;
And, while thine arm its aid denies,

Prostrate on earth, deserted lies.
mf 3 Thy mercy, Lord, alone we claim;

Redeem us, and exalt thy name:
Rise for our help, almighty Lord !

Salvation shall attend thy word. 44 SECOND PART. L. M. Danders.

National Deliverances as ribed to God.
OFT have our ears, great God, been taught
What for our fathers thou hast wrought,
While, with adoring minds, they told
The wonders of thy works of old.
2 Still we disclaim the bow or sword,

And wait for thy salvation, Lord : mf On thee we trust--thy mercies claim,

Whose presence puts all foes to shame.
3 From morning dawn to evening close,
On thee, O Lord, our hopes repose :
To thy great name, with joy, we'll raise

Triumphant songs of grateful praise. 44 THIRD PART. C. M. Stamford.

O LORD, our fathers oft have told,

In our attentive ears,
Thy wonders in their days performed,

And in more ancient years.
2 'Twas not their courage--nor their sword

To them salvation gave;
'Twas not their number-nor their strength

That did their country save.
3 But thy right hand-thy powerful arm,

Whose succor they implored ;
Thy providence protected them,

Who thy great name adored.
4 As thee, their God, our fathers owned,

So thou art still our King;
Oh, therefore, as thou didst to thom,

To us deliverapra bring.

[ 5 To theo, the glory we'll ascribe,

From whom salvation came;
In God, our shield, we will rejoice,
And ever bless thy name.

45 FIRST PART. L. M. Effingham Victory and Exaltation of Christ.

The glories of my Saviour King;
He comes with blessings from above,
And wins the nations to his love!
2 Thy throne, O God, forever stands;
Grace is the sceptre in thy hands :
Thy laws and works are just and right,
But truth and mercy thy delight.
3 Let endless honors crown thy head;
Let every age thy praises spread;
Let all the nations know thy word,

And every tongue confess thee-Lord. 45 Second Part. C. M. Medford. TII GIRD on thy sword, victorious Prince,

Ride with majestic sway ; 못 Thy terror shall strike through thy foes,

And make the world obey. f" 2 Thy throne, O God, forever stands,

Thy word of grace shall prove P A peaceful sceptre in thy hands,

To rule thy saints by love.
f! 3 Gird on thy sword, victorious Prince,

Ride with majestic sway ;
P Thy terror shall strike through thy foes,

And make the world obey.


THIRD PART. S. M. Southfield.
MY Saviour, and my King,

Thy honors are divine;
Tby lips with blessings overflow,

And every grace is thine.

2 Thy laws, o God, are right,

Thy throne shall ever stand;
And ihy victorious gospel prove

A sceptre in thy hand.
3 Now make thy glory known,

Gird on thy powerful sword,

The conquests of thy word.
4 Strike through thy stubborn toes,

Or make their hearts obey ;
While justice, meekness, grace, and truth

Attend thy glorious way.

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46 FIRST PART. L. M. Hebron.

God the Refuge and Portion of his people.
LOD is the refuge of his saints,

When storms of sharp distress invade :
Ere we can offer our complaints,

Behold him present with his aid.
f 2 Loud may the troubled ocean roarm.

In sacred peace our souls abide,
While every nation every shore

Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide.

3 There is a stream, whose gentle flow

Supplies the city of our God !
Life, love, and joy still gliding through,

And watering our divine abode.
- 4 That sacred stream-thine holy word,

Supports our faith-our fear controls: р Sweet peace thy promises afford,

And give new strength to fainting souls. f 5 Zion enjoys her Monarch's love,

Secure against a threatening hour; ff Nor can her firm foundation move,

Built on his truth-and armed with power. 46 SECOND PART. L. M. Winchester.

LET Zion in her King rejoice,

Though tyrants rage, and kingdoms rise :
He utters his almighty voice-

The nations melt-the tumult dies.

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