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119 THIRTEENTH Part. C. M. Medfield,
1 CONSIDER all my sorrows, Lord,

And thy deliverance send;
My soul for thy salvation faints;.

When will my troubles end?
2 Yet I have found 'tis good for me

To bear my Father's rod;
Affliction made me learn thy law,

And live upon my God.
3 Had not thy word been my delight

When earthly joys were fled,
My soul, oppressed with sorrow's weight,

Had sunk among the dead.
4 Before I knew thy chastening rod,

My feet were apt to stray;
But now I learn to keep thy word,

Nor wander from thy way.


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119 FOURTEENTH Part. C. M. Litchfield.
Af 1 MY soul lies cleaving to the dust;

Lord, give me life divine;
From vain desires, and every lust

Turn off these eyes of mine.
2 I need the influence of thy grace

To speed me in thy way,
Lest I should loiter in my race,

Or turn my feet astray.
3 Are not thy mercies sovereign still,

And thou a faithful God?
Wilt thou not grant me warmer zeal

To run the heavenly road?
4 Does not my heart thy precepts love,

And long to see thy face?
And yet, how slow my spirits move

Without enlivening grace!
5 Then shall I love thy gospel more,

And ne'er forget thy word,
When I have felt its quickening power
To draw me near the Lord.

119 FIFTEENTH PART. C. M. St. Martin's. 1 THY mercies fill the earth, O Lord;

How good thy works appear!
Open my eyes to read thy word,

And see thy wonders there.
2 Since I'm a stranger here below

Let not thy path be hid;
But mark the road my feet should go,

And be my constant guide.
3 When I confessed my wandering ways,

Thou heard'st my soul complain;
Grant me the teachings of thy grace,

Or I shall stray again.
4 If God to me his statutes show,

And heavenly truth impart,
His work forever I'll pursue,

His law shall rule my heart.


119 SIXTEENTH PART. C. M. London, mf 1 MY hiding place, my refuge-tower,

And shield art thou-0 Lord !
I firmly anchor all my hopes

On thy unerring word.
- 2 According to thy gracious word,

From danger set me free;
Nor make me of those hopes ashamed,

That I repose on thee.
3 On me, devoted to thy fear,

Lord, make thy face to shine;
Thy statutes both to know and keep

My heart with zeal incline.
mf 4 My hiding-place, my refuge-tower,

And shield art thou-O Lord!
I firmly anchor all my hopes

On thy unerring word. 119 SEVENTEENTH PART. S. M. Dover. 1 WITH humble heart and tongue, My God, to thee I

Oh! bring me now, while I am young,
To thee, the living way.

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2 Make an unguarded youth

The object of thy care;
Help me to choose the way of truth,

And fly from every snare.
3 My heart, to folly prone,

Renew by power divine;
Unite it to thyself alone,

And make me wholly thine.
4 Oh! let thy word of grace

My warmest thoughts employ;
Be this, through all my following days,

My treasure and my joy.
5 To what thy laws impart

whole soul inclined;
Come, Saviour, dwell within my heart,

And sanctify my mind.

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FIRST PART. L. M. Ralston. God's guardian Care of his people. 1 HE lives-the everlasting God, [flood;

Who built the world—who spread the
The heavens, with all their host, he made,

And the dark regions of the dead.
mf 2 He guides our feet-he guards our way;

His morning smiles adorn the day;
He spreads the evening veil—and keeps

The silent hours, while Israel sleeps.
mf 3 Israel-a name divinely blest,

May rise secure-securely rest :
Thy holy guardian's wakeful eyes

Admit no slumber, nor surprise.
4 Long as I live, I'll trust his power;

Then in my last, departing hour,
Angels, that trace the airy road,
Shall bear me homeward to my God.

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121 SECOND PART. C. M. St. Martin's.
1 TO heaven I lift my waiting eyes,

There all my hopes are laid;
The Lord, who built the earth and skies,

Is my perpetual aid.

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2 Their steadfast feet shall never fall,

Whom he designs to keep;
His ear attends their humble call,

His eyes can never sleep.
f 3 Israel, rejoice, and rest secure,

Thy keeper is the Lord;
His wakeful eyes employ his power

For thine eternal guard.
4 He guards thy soul--he keeps thy breath,

Where thickest dangers come;
Go and return, secure from death,

Till God shall call thee home.


THIRD Part. H. M.

Darell s.

1 TO God I lift mine eyes,

From him is all my aid ;
The God that built the skies,

And earth and nature made:
God is the tower His grace is nigh
To which I fly : In every hour.
2 My feet shall never slide,

And fall in fatal snares,
Since God, my guard and guide,
Defends me from my fears.

Shall Israel keep
That never sleep,
3 No burning heats by day,.

Nor blasts of evening air,
Shall take my health away,

If God be with me there :
Thou art my sun,

To guard head

Those wakeful eyes, | Whendangersríse.

Anauhou my shade, By might or noon.

4 Hast thou not given thy word

To save my soul from death?
And I can trust my Lord

To keep my mortal breath:
I'll go and come,

Till from on high

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122 First Part. C. M. Howard's.

Delight in the Sabbath and Temple of God.
af 1 HOW did my heart rejoice to hear

My friends devoutly say,
In Zion let us all appear,

"And keep the solemn day"
2 I love her gates- I love the road;

The church, adorned with grace,
Stands like a palace built for God,

To show his milder face.
3 Up to her courts, with joy unknown,

The holy tribes repair:
The Son of David holds his throne,

And sits in judgment there.
4 He hears our praises and complaints,

And while his awful voice
Divides the sinners from the saints,

We tremble and rejoice.
5 Peace be within this sacred place,

And joy a constant guest;,
With holy gifts, and heavenly grace

Be her attendants blest!
6 My soul shall pray for Zion still,

While life, or breath remains;
Here my best friends, my kindred dwell,

Here God, my Saviour, reigns.

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122 SECOND PART. C. M. Warwick.
1 WITH joy we hail the sacred day,

Which God has called his own;
With joy the summons we obey,

To worship at his throne.
2 Thy chosen temple, Lord, how fair!

Where willing votaries throng
To breathe the humble fervent prayer

And pour the choral song.
3 Spirit of grace! oh deign to dwell

Within thy church below;
Make her in holiness excel,

With pure devotion glow.


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