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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; mf And with a gracious eye beholds

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. Af 1 HOW long, O Lord, shall I complain,

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.
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SECOND PART. C. M. Dundee. mp 1 HOW long wilt thou conceal thy face,

My God, how long delay ?
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.

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THIRD PART.

Benson.
I 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,

Lést 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.

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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?
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

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FIRST Part. C. M. Grafton
Atheism arising from Depravity.
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.

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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;
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.
14 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.
"I 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.

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SECOND PART. C. M. Nottingham. 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 sħall dwell with God on earth,
And find his heaven secure.

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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 chy 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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