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"Fly, like a timorous, trembling dove,
To distant woods, or mountains fly"?

2 The Lord in heaven has fixed his throne,
His eyes survey the world below:
To him all mortal things are known,
His eyelids search our spirits through.

-3 If he afflict his saints so far,

To prove their love, and try their grace, What must the bold transgressors fear!His very soul abhors their ways.

4 The righteous Lord loves righteous souls, Whose thoughts and actions are sincere ;

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The men that his own image bear.

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C. M.

Grafton.

Divine Aid invoked in Times of great Wickedness.

1 HELP, Lord, for men of virtue fail,
Religion loses ground;

The sons of violence prevail,

And treacheries abound.

2 Their oaths and promises they break,
They act the flatterer's part:
With fair, deceitful lips they speak,
But with a double heart.

3 Lord, when iniquities abound,
And blasphemy grows bold,
When faith is hardly to be found,
And love is waxing cold,—

4 Is not thy chariot hastening on?
Hast thou not given the sign?
May we not trust and live upon
A promise so divine?

5 Yes-saith the Lord-now will I rise,
And make oppressors flee ;

I shall appear to their surprise,
And set my servants free.

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FIRST PART. L. M.

Medway.

Complaint under the Hiding of God's Countenance. Aff 1 HOW long, O Lord, shall I complain,

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Like one that seeks his God in vain?
How long shall I thine absence mourn,
And still despair of thy return?

2 Hear, Lord, and grant me quick relief,
Before my death conclude my grief;
If thou withhold thy heavenly light,
I sleep in everlasting night.

3 How will the powers of darkness boast,
If but one praying soul be lost:
But I have trusted in thy grace,
And shall again behold thy face.
4 Whate'er my fears or foes suggest,
Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest:
My heart shall feel thy love-and raise
My cheerful voice to songs of praise.

SECOND PART. C. M.

Dundee.

mp 1 HOW long wilt thou conceal thy face, My God, how long delay?

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When shall I feel those heavenly rays,
That chase my fears away?

2 How long shall my afflicted soul
Wrestle and toil in vain?

Thy word can all my foes control,
And ease my raging pain.

3 Be thou my sun, and thou my shield,
My soul in safety keep;

Make haste, before mine eyes are sealed
In death's eternal sleep.

4 Thou wilt display that sovereign grace,
Whence all my comforts spring;
I shall employ my lips in praise
And thy salvation sing.

THIRD PART. 7s.

Benson.

1 LORD of mercy, just and kind,
Wilt thou ne'er my guilt forgive?
Never shall my troubled mind
In thy kind remembrance live?

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2 Lord, how long shall Satan's art
Tempt my harassed soul to sin,
Triumph o'er my humbled heart,
Fears without and guilt within?
3 Lord, my God, thine ear incline,
Bending to the prayer of faith;
Cheer my eyes with light divine,
Lest I sleep the sleep of death.

4 But on mercy I rely

Mercy, heavenly Lord, impart:
Mercy brings salvation nigh;
Mercy shall rejoice my heart.
5 Lord, I lift my voice in praise,
All thy bounty to adore;
From eternity thy grace
Flows, increasing evermore.

FOURTH PART. 7s.

Norwich.

1 LORD, my God, how long by thee
Shall I quite forgotten be?

Lord, how long?-for ever?-say-
Wilt thou turn thy face away?

2 Ceaseless thoughts my soul perplex;
Daily griefs my spirit vex:

O'er me, lo! my foes bear sway:
Lord, how long?—for ever ?—say.
3 Lord, my God, at length arise;
Mark my sorrows, hear my cries:
Lighten thou my eyes that weep,
Lest the sleep of death-I sleep.

4 On thy mercy I repose:

Thee my heart her Saviour knows;
Leaps for joy; and hymns thee, Lord,
Thee, her shield and great reward.

FIRST PART.

C. M.

Atheism arising from Depravity.

Grafton

1 FOOLS, in their hearts, believe and say,

That all religion's vain;

There is no God, who reigns on high,
Or minds th' affairs of men.

2 The Lord, from his celestial throne,
Looked down on things below,

To find the man that sought his grace,
Or did his justice know.

3 By nature, all are gone astray;
Their practice all the same;

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There's none that fears his Maker's hand,
There's none that loves his name.

4 Oh that salvation might proceed
From Zion's sacred place,

Till Israel's captives all are freed,
And sing recovering grace.

SECOND PART. C. M.

Dedham.

1 ARE sinners now so hardened grown,
That they the saints devour?
And never worship at thy throne,
Nor fear thine awful power?

2 Great God, appear to their surprise,
Reveal thy dreadful name;

Let them no more thy wrath despise,
Nor turn our hope to shame.

3 Dost thou not dwell among the just?
And yet our foes deride,

That we should make thy name our trust:
Great God, confound their pride.

4 Oh! that the joyful day was come
To finish our distress!-

When God shall bring his children home
Our songs shall never cease.

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FIRST PART.

L. M.

Uxbridge.

The Citizen of Zion.

"' 1 WHO shall ascend thy heavenly place, Great God, and dwell before thy face?—

The man who loves religion now,

And humbly walks with God below:

2 Whose hands are pure-whose heart is clean;
Whose lips still speak the thing they mean;
No slanders dwell upon his tongue;
He hates to do his neighbor wrong.

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3 He loves his enemies-and prays
For those who curse him to his face;
And does to all men still the same

That he could hope or wish from them.
4 Yet, when his holiest works are done,
His soul depends on grace alone :-
This is the man thy face shall see,
And dwell for ever, Lord, with thee.

SECOND PART. C. M. Nottingha

1 WHO shall inhabit in thy hill,
O God of holiness?

Whom will the Lord admit to dwe
So near his throne of grace?

2 The man who walks in pious ways,
And works with righteous hands;
Who trusts his Maker's promises,
And follows his commands;-

3 He speaks the meaning of his heart,
Nor slanders with his tongue;
Will scarce believe an ill report,
Nor do his neighbor wrong;—

4 The wealthy sinner he contemns,
Loves all who fear the Lord;
And though to his own hurt he swears,
Still he performs his word ;-

5 His hands disdain a golden bribe,
And never wrong the poor:-

This man shall dwell with God on earth,
And find his heaven secure.

THIRD PART. 7s.

Lincoln.

1 WHO, O Lord, when life is o'er,
Shall to heaven's blest mansions soar;
Who, an ever welcome guest,

In thy holy place shall rest?

2 He, whose heart thy love has warmed;
He, whose will to thine conformed,
Bids his life unsullied run;

He, whose words and thoughts are one;—

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