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3 Like the tree, that's taught to grow

Where the streams refreshing flow,
He his fruitful branch shall spread,

Prosperous, he no leaf shall shed.
P 4 See, ah! see, a different fate

God's obdurate foes await!
See them, to his wrath consigned,

Fly like chaff before the wind.
5 When thy Judge, 0 earth, shall come,

And to each assign his doom;-
Say, shall then the impious band

With the just assembled stand ?
6 These, th' Almighty, these alone,

Objects of his love shall own;
While his vengeance who defy,
Whelmed in endless ruin lie.



FIRST PART. C. M. Marlow.
Christ exalted and his Enemies warned.
1 WHY did the nations join to slay

The Lord's anointed Son ?
Why did they cast his laws away,

And tread his gospel down?
2 The Lord, who sits above the skies,

Derides their rage below;
He speaks, with vengeance in his eyes,

And strikes their spirits through.
3 “I call him my eternal Son,

“And raise him from the dead; “I make my holy hill his throne,

“ And wide his kingdom spread.”
4 Be wise, ye rulers of the earth,

Obey the anointed Lord;
Adore the King of heavenly birth,

And tremble at his word.


SecoND PART. C. M. Patmos.
1 ATTEND, O earth, when God declares

His uncontrolled decree :-
“ Thou art my Son--this day, my heir,

“ Have I begotten thee.

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2 “Ask—and receive thy full demands

“ Thine shall the heathen be;
“The utmost limits of the lands

“ Shall be possessed by thee.”
3 Learn, then, ye princes—and give ear,

Ye judges of the earth;
Worship the Lord with holy fear,

Rejoice with awful mirth.

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Dover. 1 THE Lord ascends on high,

And asks to rule the earth;
The merit of his blood he pleads,

And pleads his heavenly birth.
2 He asks—and God bestows

A large inheritance:
Far as the world's remotest ends,

His kingdom shall advance.
3 The nations that rebel

Must feel his iron rod :
He'll vindicate those honors well,

Which he received from God.
4 Be wise, ye rulers, now,

And worship at his throne:
With trembling joy, ye people, bow

To God's exalted' Son.
5 If once his wrath arise,

Ye perish on the place:
But blessed is the soul that flies

For refuge to his grace.

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FOURTH PART. H, M. Murray. 1 JESUS, the Saviour, reigns !

On Zion is his throne:
The Lord's decree sustains

His own begotten Son: < Up from the grave

And mount the skies, He bids him rise,

to save, mar 2 His kingdom is complete,

This day exalts his name:

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With power

Before his Father's seat,

He makes his righteous claim: p< Gentiles adore,

His hands possess His power confess : From shore to shore.



God our Defence. Morning.
10 LORD, how many are my foes,

In this weak state of flesh and blood;
My peace they daily discompose,

my defence and hope is God.
2 Tired with the burdens of the day,

To thee I raised an evening cry;
Thou heard'st when I began to pray,

And thine almighty help was nigh. - 3 Supported by thine heavenly aid,

I laid me down, and slept secure;

Not death should make my heart afraid, > Though I should wake and rise no more. mf 4 But God sustained me all the night;

Salvation doth to God belong:
He raised my head to see the light,
And makes his praise my morning song.



SECOND PART. C. M. Dundee. mp 1 MY God, how many are my fears !

How fast my foes increase!
Their number-how it multiplies !

How fatal to my peace!
[ 2 But thou, my glory and my strength,

Shalt on the tempter tread;
Shalt silence all my threatening guilt,

And raise my drooping head.
P 3 I cried, and from his holy hill,

He bowed a listening ear:
I called my Father, and my God,

And he subdued 'my fear.
ml 4 Guarded by him, I laid me down,

My sweet repose to take;
For I through him securely sleep,

Through him in safety wake.

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5 What though the hosts of death and hell

All armed against me stood ?
No terrors now shall shake my soul :

My refuge is my God.


THIRD PART. C. M. St. Ann's mf 1 THOU, gracious Lord, art my defence;

On thee my hopes rely;
Thou art my glory, and shalt yet

Lift up my head on high.
mp 2 Guarded by him, I laid me down,

My sweet repose to take;
For I through him securely sleep,

Through him in safety wake.
3 Salvation to the Lord belongs;

He only can defend;
His blessing he extends to all,

That on his power depend.



FIRST PART. L. M. Duke Street,

God our Portion. 1 WHAT though th’unthinking world may say,

“Who will bestow some earthly good ?? Lord, for thy light and love we pray:

Our souls desire this heavenly food.
1 2 Then shall our cheerful powers rejoice

At grace divine and love so great;
Nor will we change our happy choice,

For all their wealth and boasted state.


Duke Street.
Rest and Peace in God. Evening.
1 THY favor, gracious Lord, impart,

With sacred joy to cheer my heart:
Howe'er the corn and wine increase,

Earth ne'er can yield such heavenly peace. 2 With thy protection kindly blest,

I'll lay me down in peace to rest;
Safe in thy care—from danger free,
To wake on earth-or wake with thee.

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THIRD PART. C. M. Litchfield mp 1 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 wbile 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.
> 4 Thus, with my thoughts composed to peace,

I'll give mine eyes to sleep;
Thy hand in safety keeps my days,
And will my slumbers keep.



5 FIRST PART. L. M. Winchester.

Communion with God. Sabbath Morning.
1 LORD, hear my words-my spirit see,

When wrapt in solemn thoughts of thee:
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.
P 3 O God, thy pure and holy mind

In tents of sín 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;
1 Up to thy house with joy repair:

Thy mercies shall surround me there.
P 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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