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“Fly, like a timorous, trembling dove,
To distant woods, or mountains fly”?
His eyes survey the world below:
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.
Grafton. Divine Aid invoked in Times of great Wickedness. 1 HELP, Lord, for men of virtue fail,
Religion loses ground;
And treacheries abound.
They act the flatterer's part:
But with a double heart.
And blasphemy grows bold,
And love is waxing cold, -
Hast thou not given the sign?
A promise so divine ?
And make oppressors flee;
And set my servants free.
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 ?
And still despair of thy return?
Before my death conclude my grief;
I sleep in everlasting night.
If but one praying soul be lost :
And shall again behold thy face.
Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest:
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 ?
That chase my fears away?
Wrestle and toil'in vain ?
And ease my raging pain.
My soul in safety keep;
In death's eternal sleep.
Whence all my comforts spring;
And thy salvation sing.
Wilt thou ne'er my guilt forgive ?
In thy kind remembrance live?
2 Lord, how long shall Satan's art
Tempt my harassed soul to sin,
Fears without and guilt within ?
Bending to the prayer of faith;
Lést I sleep the sleep of death.
Mercy, heavenly Lord, impart:
Mercy shall rejoice my heart.
All thy bounty to adore;
Flows, increasing evermore.
Fourth Part. 7s. Norwich.
Lord, how long ?--for ever?--say.
Lest the sleep of death-I sleep.
repose : Thee
heart her Saviour knows; Leaps for joy; and hymns thee, Lord, Thee, her shield and great reward.
FIRST Part. C. M. Grafton
That all religion's vain;
Or minds th' affairs of men.
2 The Lord, from his celestial throne,
Looked down on things below,
Or did his justice know.
Their practice all the same;
There's none that loves his name.
From Zion's sacred place,
And sing recovering grace.
That they the saints devour?
Nor fear thine awful power?
Reveal thy dreadful name;
Nor turn our hope to shame.
And yet our foes deride,
Great God, confound their pride.
To finish our distress !-
Our songs shall never cease.
FIRST PART. L. M. Uxbridge.
The Citizen of Zion.
Great God, and dwell before thy face?
And humbly walks with God below:-
Whose lips still speak the thing they mean;
3 He loves his enemies-and prays
For those who curse him to his face;
That he could hope or wish from them. 4 Yet, when his holiest works are done,
His soul depends on grace alone: -
SECOND PART. C. M. Nottingham. 1 WHO shall inhabit in thy hill,
O God of holiness?
So near his throne of grace?
And works with righteous hands;
And follows his commands;-
Nor slanders with his tongue;
Nor do his neighbor wrong ;-
Loves all who fear the Lord;
Still he performs his word ;-
And never wrong the poor:
THIRD PART. 7s. Lincoln 1 WHO, O Lord, when life is o'er,
Shall to heaven's blest mansions soar;
In chy holy place shall rest ?
He, whose will to thine conformed,