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FOURTH PART. C. M. St. Martin's.

mp 10 THOU, to whom all creatures bow, Zer Within this earthly frame,

Through all the world, how great art thou!
How glorious is thy name!

2 When heaven, thy glorious work on high,
Employs my wondering sight;

The moon that nightly rules the sky,
With stars of feebler light;-

mp 3 Lord, what is man! that thou shouldst choose To keep him in thy mind!

Or what his race! that thou shouldst prove
To them so wondrous kind!

4 0 thou, to whom all creatures bow,
Within this earthly frame;

Through all the world, how great art thou!
How glorious is thy name!

FIFTH PART. C. M.

Dundee.

1 JEHOVAH, Lord of power and might,
How glorious is thy name!

The blaze of day-the pomp of night,
Thy majesty proclaim.

2 Lord, what is man-weak, sinful man-
That he thy care should prove;

That thou for him shouldst deign to plan
Such mighty acts of love!

3 Made in thine image at his birth-
Next to the heavenly host,

And sovereign of the new-formed earth,
Each privilege he lost.

4 Then did the pitying Saviour leave
The glories of the sky,-

Oh! love too wondrous to conceive!
For sinful man to die,-

5 To die, that we, by grace restored,
Might life and glory claim-

O great Creator, Saviour, Lord,
How excellent thy name!

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SIXTH PART. S. M.

Dover.

1 O LORD, our heavenly King,
Thy name is all divine;

Thy glories round the earth are spread,
And o'er the heavens they shine.

2 When to thy works on high

I raise my wondering eyes,
And see the moon, complete in light,
Adorn the darksome skies ;-

3 When I survey the stars,

And all their shining forms,

Lord, what is man-that worthless thing,
Akin to dust and worins?

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That thou shouldst love him so?
Next to thine angels is he placed,
And Lord of all below.

5 How rich thy bounties are!
How wondrous are thy ways!

That from the dust, thy power should frame
A monument of praise.

FIRST PART.

C. M.

God glorious as a Judge and Deliverer.

Lutzen.

1 WITH my whole heart I'll raise my song ;
Thy wonders I'll proclaim:

Thou, sovereign Judge of right and wrong,
Wilt put my foes to shame.

2 I'll sing thy majesty and grace;
My God prepares his throne,
To judge the world in righteousness,
And make his vengeance known.

mp 3 Then shall the Lord a refuge prove
For all the poor oppressed,

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To save the people of his love,
And give the weary rest.

mf 4 The men who know thy name, will trust In thy abundant grace;

For thou hast ne'er forsook the just,
Who humbly sought thy face.

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5 Sing praises to the righteous Lord,
Who dwells on Zion's hill,

Who executes his threatening word,
And doth his grace fulfil.

SECOND PART. C. M.

Marlow.

1 WHEN the great Judge, supreme and just,
Shall once inquire for blood,

The humble souls, that mourn in dust,
Shall find a faithful God.

P 2 Thy thunder shall affright the proud,
And put their hearts to pain,

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Make them confess that thou art God,
And they but feeble men.

3 Though saints to sore distress are brought,
And wait, and long complain;
Their cries shall never be forgot,
Nor shall their hopes be vain.

4 Rise, great Redeemer, from thy seat,
To judge and save the poor;
Let nations tremble at thy feet,
And man prevail no more.

THIRD PART. C. M.

Abridge.

f 1 TO God, who dwells on Zion's mount, Your lofty voices raise;

Through all the earth his works recount,
In solemn hymns of praise.

2 The Lord in righteousness is known,
In judgment seen by all;

The wicked, who his name disown,
By their own works shall fall.

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The heathen's power assail;
Exalt thyself above the skies,
And let not man prevail.

4 Thou art, O God, the righteous Lord,
Thy name shall still endure;

Thy throne of judgment, and thy word,
Shall stand for ever sure.

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FOURTH PART. C. M. Nottingham.
Delight in praising God.

f 1 TO celebrate thy praise, O Lord,
I will my heart prepare;

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To all the listening world, thy works,
Thy wondrous works, declare.

2 The thought of them shall to my soul
Exalted pleasures bring;

While to thy name, O thou Most High,
Triumphant praise I sing.

m 3 Thou art, O Lord, a sure defence
Against oppressing rage;

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As troubles rise, thy needful aid
In our behalf engage.

4 To celebrate thy praise, O Lord,
I will my heart prepare;

To all the listening world, thy works,
Thy wondrous works, declare.

FIRST PART. L. M.

Danvers.

Jehovah, the Avenger of the Oppressed.

1 JEHOVAH reigns-your tribute bring;
Proclaim the Lord, th' eternal King:
Crown him, ye saints, with holy joy,
His arm shall all your foes destroy.

2 Thou, Lord, ere yet the humble mind
Had formed to prayer the wish designed,
Hast heard the secret sigh arise,
While, swift to aid, thy mercy flies.

3 Thy Spirit shall our heart prepare;
Thine ear shall listen to our prayer:
Thou, righteous Judge! thou Power divine!
On thee the fatherless recline.

mf 4 The Lord shall save th' afflicted breast,
His arm shall vindicate th' oppressed;
Earth's mightiest tyrant feel his power,
Nor sin, nor Satan grieve them more.

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SECOND PART. C. M.

Burford.

mp 1 WHY doth the Lord depart so far,
And why conceal his face,
When great calamities appear,
And times of deep distress?

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2 Lord, shall the wicked still deride
Thy justice and thy power?

Shall they advance their heads in pride,
And still thy saints devour?

3 O God, arise-lift up thine hand,
Attend our humble cry;

No enemy shall dare to stand,
When God, our help, is nigh.

4 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray,
And lend thine ear to hear;
Accept the vows thy children
pay,
And free thy saints from fear.

THIRD PART. C. M.

Litchfield.

1 ARISE, O Lord-lift up thine hand,
And show to all mankind,

That in thy guidance and command
The poor shall safety find.

2 Thou dost ungodliness behold:
Oh then the humble bless!

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And with thy sacred love infold
The poor and fatherless.

-3 God hears his humble followers' voice,
When offered up in prayer;

mf He bids their thankful hearts rejoice, Who to his house repair.

4 Those shall in peace and safety live,
Who love God's righteous laws;
To them he will protection give,
For ever, from their foes.

God present to save his People.

MY refuge is the God of love:
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