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THIRD PART. C. M. Litchfield.

mp LORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray;
I am forever thine:

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

Len 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.

mf 3 I pay this evening sacrifice;
And when my work is done,
Great God, my faith, my hope relies
Upon thy grace alone.

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

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

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FIRST PART. L. M.

Winchester.

Communion with God. Subbath Morning. ORD, hear my words-my spirit see, When wat in solemn thoughts of thee: mf My King, my God, my cries attend; To thee my suppliant prayers ascend. 2 Whene'er the morning rays appear, Thou, Lord, my early voice shalt hear: To thee my lifted hands shall rise, And faith look up with longing eyes. 3 O God, thy pure and holy mind In tents of sin no joy can find: Far from thy throne shall evil flee, Nor e'er inhabit, Lord, with thee. 4 But I, by boundless mercies led, Thy temple's sacred courts will tread; Up to thy house with joy repair: Thy mercies shall surround me there. 5 Prostrate I'll bow-with fear impressed, While awe profound inspires my breast; <And faith, while yet my prayers arise, Firm on the Saviour's name relies,

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PSALMS.

SECOND PART. C. M. Dedham.

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.

mf 4 But to thy house will I resort,
To taste thy mercies there;

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I will frequent thine holy court,
And worship in thy fear.

Aff 5 Oh may thy spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness;

mf Make every path of duty straight,
And plain before my face.

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THIRD PART. C. M.

Bedford.

LORD, hear the voice of my complaint;
Accept my secret prayer:

To thee alone, my King, my God,
Will I for help repair.

2 Thou, in the morn, my voice shalt hear,
And with the dawning day,

To thee devoutly I'll look up,

To thee devoutly pray.

mf 3 Let all thy saints, who trust in thee,
With shouts their joy proclaim;

By thee preserved, let them rejoice,
And magnify thy name.

4 To righteous men the righteous Lord
His blessings will extend;

And with his favor all his saints,
As with a shield, defend.

FOURTH PART. C. M.

BEHOLD us, Lord, with humble fear
Approach thy temple gate;

Though most unworthy to draw near,
Or in thy courts to wait.

Dundee.

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We worship in thy holy place,
And lift our souls to heaven.

3 Lead us in all thy righteous ways,
Nor let our footsteps slide:

Make straight thy path before our face,
Our guardian, still, and guide.

mf 4 No more to sin, Lord, let us yield,
Defended from above,

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And kept, and covered with the shield
Of thy almighty love.

FIFTH PART. C. M.

Ormond.

LORD, hear me, when, without disguise,
My words to thee ascend;

And when my meditations rise,

Oh graciously attend.

2 Before thy throne I'll humbly fall,
And all my troubles bring;

On thee alone for help I'll call,
My righteous God and King."

mf 3. Soon as the morning rays appear,
I'll lift my eyes above;

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My voice shall reach thy listening ear,
And supplicate thy love.

mf 4 Within thy house my voice shall rise
Before thy mercy-seat;

There will I fix my steadfast eyes,
And worship at thy feet.

5 In righteousness thy strength display,
And my protection be;

mf Teach me to know that only way,
Which leads to heaven and thee.

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FIRST PART. L. M.

Bath.

Severe Chastisements deprecated,

ORD, I can suffer thy rebukes,
When thou with kindness cost chastise;

But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear;
Oh let it not against ine rise.

2 Pity my languishing estate,
And ease the sorrow that I feel;
The wounds thy heavy hand hath made,
O Lord, in tender mercy heal.

3 Look how the powers of nature mourn!
How long, almighty God, how long?
mf When shall thine hour of grace return?
When shall I make thy grace my song?

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SECOND PART. C. M. Bether.

mp IN mercy, not in wrath, rebuke
Thy feeble worm, my God ;
My spirit dreads thine angry look,
And trembles at thy rod.

2 Have mercy, Lord, for I am weak;
Regard my humble cry:

Oh let thy voice of comfort speak,
And bring salvation nigh.

3 Oh come, and show thy power to save,
And spare my fainting breath;
For who can praise thee in the grave,
Or sing thy name in death?

4 Satan, my cruel, envious foe,
Insults me in my pain;

He smiles to see me brought so low,
And tells me hope is vain:

5 But hence, thou enemy, depart,
Nor tempt me to despair;

My Saviour comes to cheer my heart;
The Lord has heard my prayer.

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FIRST PART. L. M. Timsbury.
God the righteous Judge.

ARISE, O God-with just disdain

The anger of thy foes restrain!
To judgment wake-on thy command
Justice and truth securely stand.

2 So shall thy people round thy seat,
In holy crowds, rejoicing meet:
And since on thee our hopes rely,
Return, and fix thy power on high.

SECOND PART. L. M.

Luton

THE Lord is judge-before his throne
All nations shall his justice own:
Oh may my soul be found sincere,
And stand approved with courage there.
2 The Lord, in righteousness arrayed,
Surveys the world his hands have made;
Pierces the heart, and tries the reins,
And judgment from on high ordains.

3 My God, my Shield! around me place
The shelter of the Saviour's grace:
mf Then, when thine arm the just shall save,
My life shall triumph o'er the grave.

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FIRST PART. L. M. Effingham.

The divine Glory celebrated.

LMIGHTY Ruler of the skies,

A Through all the earth thy name is spread.

And thine eternal glories rise

Above the heavens thy hands have made.

2 To thee the voices of the young

Their sounding notes of honor raise;
And babes, with uninstructed tongue,
Declare the wonders of thy praise.

3 Amidst thy temple children throng
To see their great Redeemer's face;
The son of David is their song,

And loud hosannas fill the place.