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5 Furnish me, Lord, with heavenly arms 2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny road, From grace's magazine,

And I'll proclaim eternal war
With every darling sin.

HYMN 116. B. 2. C. M.

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Mercies and thanks.

1H As my eternal God,

WOW can I sink with such a prop

Who bears the earth's huge pillars up, And spreads the heavens abroad? 2 How can I die while Jesus lives,

Who rose, and left the dead? Pardon and grace my soul receives From mine exalted Head.

3 All that I am, and all I have, Shall be forever thine;

Whate'er my duty bids me give,
My cheerful hands resign.

4 Yet, if I might make some reserve,
And duty did not call,
I love my God with zeal so great,
That I should give him all.

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HYMN 140. B. 2. C. M. X

Barby, Abridge, Peterboro'.
The examples of Christ and the saints
G Within the veil, and see
IVE me the wings of faith, to rise

The saints above, how great their joys,
How bright their glories be!

2 Once they were mourning here below,
And wet their couch with tears;
They wrestled hard, as we do now,
With sins, and doubts, and fears.

And mortal spirits tire and faint;
But they forget the mighty God,
That feeds the strength of every saint.
3 The mighty God, whose matchless
Is ever new, and ever young, [power
And firm endures, while endless years
Their everlasting circles run.
4 From thee, the overflowing spring,
Our souls shall drink a fresh supply,
While such as trust their native strength
Shall melt away, and droop, and die.
5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air,

We'll mount aloft to thine abode ;
On wings of love our souls shall fly,
Nor tire amidst the heavenly road.

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HYMN 77. B. 2. L. M. *
Blendon, Dunstan.

The Christian warfare.
TAND up, my soul,shake off thy fears,
And gird the gospel armour on;
March to the gates of endless joy,
Where thy great Captain-Saviour's gone.
2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course;
But hell and sin are vanquish'd foes;
Thy Jesus nail'd them to the cross,
And sung the triumph when he rose.
[What though the prince of darkness rage,
And waste the fury of his spite!
Eternal chains confine him down
To fiery deeps and endless night.
4 What though thine inward lusts rebel!
'Tis but a struggling gasp for life;
The weapons of victorious grace
Shall slay thy sins, and end the strife.]

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3 I ask them whence their victory came ?5 Then let my soul march boldly on,
They, with united breath,
Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb;
Their triumph to his death.

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Press forward to the heavenly gate; There peace and joy eternal reign, And glittering robes for conquerors wait. 6 There shall I wear a starry crown, And triumph in almighty grace, While all the armies of the skies Join in my glorious Leader's praise.

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Verse 51, 69, 110.

2 The proud have fram'd their scoffs and lies,

17 He knows the heart, he tries the reins,
He will defend th' upright:
His sharpest arrows he ordains
Against the sons of spite.

They watch my feet with envious eyes,
And tempt my soul to snares and sin;
Yet thy commands I ne'er decline. 2

Verse 161, 78.

3 They hate me, Lord, without a cause,
They hate to see me love thy laws;
But I will trust and fear thy name,
Till pride and malice die with shame.

PSALM 7. C. M. b
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Plymouth, St. Anns.
God's care of his people, and punish-4
ment of persecutors.

1MY
Y trust is in my heavenly Friend,
My hope in thee, my God;
Rise, and my helpless life defend
From those who seek my blood.
2 With insolence and fury they
My soul in pieces tear,
As hungry lions rend the prey,
When no deliverer's near.
3 If I had e'er provok'd them first,
Or once abus'd my foe,
Then let him tread my life to dust,
And lay mine honour low.

4 If there be malice found in me,
I know thy piercing eyes;
I should not dare appeal to thee,
Nor ask my God to rise.

5 Arise, my God, lift up thy hand,
Their pride and power control;
Awake to judgment, and command
Deliverance for my soul.

PAUSE.

6 [Let sinners and their wicked rage
Be humbled to the dust;
Shall not the God of truth engage
o vindicate the just?

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PSALM 94. 2d Part. C. M. b
Bangor, Carolina, Durham.
God our support and comfort; or, deliverance
from temptation and persecution.

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WHO will arise and plead my right
Against my numerous foes?
While earth and hell their force unite,
And all my hopes oppose.
Had not the Lord, my rock, my help,
My life had now in silence dwelt,
Sustain'd my fainting head,
My soul among the dead.
3" Alas! my sliding feet," I cry'd;
Thy promise was my prop:
Thy grace stood constant by my side:
Thy Spirit bore me up.
While multitudes of mournful thoughts
Within my bosom roll,

Thy boundless love forgives my faults,
Thy comforts cheer my soul.
Powers of iniquity may rise,
And frame pernicious laws;
But God, my refuge, rules the skies,
He will defend my cause.

6 Let malice vent her rage aloud,
Let bold blasphemers scoff;
The Lord our God shall judge the proud,
And cut the sinners off.

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PSALM 16. 1st Part. C. M. X
Abridge, Bedford.
Support and counsel from God, without merit.
AVE me, O Lord, from every foe:
In thee my trust I place,
Though all the good that I can do
Can ne'er deserve thy grace.
Yet, if my God prolong my breath,
The saints may profit by't;
The saints, the glory of the earth,
The men of my delight.

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3 Let heathens to their idols haste, And worship wood, or stone; But my delightful lot is cast

Where the true God is known.

4 His hand provides my constant food,
He fills my daily cup;
Much am I pleas'd with present good,
But more rejoice in hope.
5 God is my portion, and my joy!
His counsels are my light:
He gives me sweet advice by day,
And gentle hints by night.

6 My soul would all her thoughts approve To his all-seeing eye:

Not death nor hell my hopes shall move, While such a friend is nigh,

PSALM 120. C. M.

3 In God, most holy, just, and true,
I have repos'd my trust;
Nor will I fear what flesh can do,
The offspring of the dust.

4 They wrest my words to mischief still,
Charge me with unknown faults;
Mischief doth all their counsels fill,
And malice all their thoughts.

5 Shall they escape without thy frown?
Must their devices stand?

O cast the haughty sinner down,
And let him know thy hand!
PAUSE.

b6 God counts the sorrows of his saints,
Their groans affect his ears;
Thou hast a book for my complaints,
A bottle for my tears.

45 York, St. Anns, Plymouth. Complaint of quarrelsome neighbours; or, a devout wish for peace. 1 THOU God of love, thou ever blest, Pity my suffering state; When wilt thou set my soul at rest From lips that love deceit ? 2 Hard lot of mine! my days are cast Among the sons of strife, Whose never ceasing brawlings waste My golden hours of life. 30 might I fly to change my place, How would I choose to dwell In some wide, lonesome wilderness, And leave these gates of hell! 4 Peace is the blessing that I seek; How lovely are its charms! I am for peace; but when I speak, They all declare for arms. 5 New passions still their souls engage, And keep their malice strong; What shall be done to curb thy rage, O thou devouring tongue!

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When to thy throne I raise my cry,
The wicked fear and flee;
So swift is prayer to reach the sky,
So near is God to me.

In thee, most holy, just, and true,
I have repos'd my trust;

Nor will I fear what man `can do, The offspring of the dust. Thy solemn vows are on me, Lord, Thou shalt receive my praise; I'll sing, "How faithful is thy word! "How righteous all thy ways!" 10 Thou hast secur'd my soul from death! O set thy prisoner free; That heart and hand, and life and breath May be employ'd for thee.

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PSALM 31. 2d Part.
Deliverance from slender and reproach.
Rochester, St. James.
Y heart rejoices in thy name,

6 Should burning arrows smite thee through,'M My God, my help, my trust;

Strict justice would approve; But I had rather spare my foe, And melt his heart with love.

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Thou hast preserv'd my face from shame, Mine honour from the dust. 2"My life is spent with grief," I cried, My years consum'd in groans, [dry'd, "My strength decays, mine eyes are "And sorrow wastes my bones." Among mine enemies my name

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Was a mere proverb grown,
While to my neighbours I became
Forgotten and unknown.

4 Slander and fear on every side
Seiz'd and beset me round:
I to the throne of grace apply'd,
And speedy rescue found.
PAUSE.

5How great deliverance thou hast wrought Before the sons of men!

The lying lips to silence brought,
And made their boastings vain!
6 Thy children from the strife of tongues
Shall thy pavilion hide,
Guard them from infamy and wrongs,
And crush the sons of pride.
Within thy secret presence, Lord,
Let me forever dwell;
No fenced city, wall'd and barr'd,
Secures a saint so well.

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PSALM 118. 1st Part. C. M.

St. David, St. Asaph. Deliverance from tumult. 1THE Lord appears my helper now, Nor is my faith afraid

What all the sons of earth can do,

Since heaven affords its aid.

2 'Tis safer, Lord, to hope in thee,
And have my God my friend,
Than trust in men of high degree,
And on their truth depend.

3 Like bees my foes beset me round,
A large and angry swarm;
But I shall all their rage confound
By thine almighty arm.

4 'Tis through the Lord my heart is strong,
In him my lips rejoice;
While his salvation is my song,
How cheerful is my voice!
5 Like angry bees they girt me round;
When God appears, they fly:
So burning thorns, with crackling sound,
Make a fierce blaze, and die.
6 Joy to the saints and peace belongs:
The Lord protects their days:
Let Israel tune immortal songs
To his almighty grace.

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349 German, Eaton, Putney.
Complaint of heavy affliction in mind

and body.
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41 dwell in darkness and unseen,
My heart is desolate within;
My thoughts in musing silence trace
The ancient wonders of thy grace.
5 Thence I derive a glimpse of hope
To bear my sinking spirits up;
I stretch my hands to God again,
And thirst, like parched lands, for rain.
6 For thee I thirst, I pray, I mourn:
When will thy smiling face return?
Shall all my joys on earth remove?
And God forever hide his love?

7 My God, thy long delay to save
Will sink thy prisoner to the grave:
My heart grows faint, and dim mine eye:
Make haste to help before I die.

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The night is witness to my tears,
Distressing pains, distressing fears;
O might I hear thy morning voice,
How would my wearied powers rejoice.
9 In thee I trust, to thee I sigh,
And lift my heavy soul on high;
For thee sit waiting all the day,
And wear the tiresome hours away.
10 Break off my fetters, Lord, and show,
Which is the path my feet should go;
If snares and foes beset the road,
I flee to hide me near my God.
11 Teach me to do thy holy will,
And lead me to thy heavenly hill;
Let the good Spirit of thy love
Conduct me to thy courts above.
12 Then shall my soul no more complain
The tempter then shall rage in vain
And flesh, that was my foe before,
Shall never vex my spirit more.

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GOD, my refuge, hear my cries,
Behold my flowing tears,
For earth and hell my hurt devise,
And triumph in my fears.

'MY righteous spread my hands 2 Their rage is levell'd at my life,

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And cry for succour from thy throne: O make thy truth and mercy known. 2 Let judgment not against me pass; Behold thy servant pleads thy grace: Should justice call us to thy bar, No man alive is guiltless there. 3 Look down in pity, Lord, and see The mighty woes that burden me; Down to the dust my life is brought, ike one long bury'd and forgot.

My soul with guilt they load,
And fill my thoughts with inward strife,
To shake my hope in God.
3With inward pain my heartstrings sound;
I groan with every breath:
Horror and fear beset me round,
Among the shades of death.
40 were I like a feather'd dove,
And innocence had wings;
I'd fly, and make a long remove
From all these restless things.

5 Let me to some wild desert go,

And find à peaceful home,
Where storms of malice never blow,
Temptations never come.

6 Vain hopes, and vain inventions all,
To 'scape the rage of hell!
The mighty God, on whom I call,
Can save me here as well.

PAUSE.

By morning light I'll seek his face,
At noon repeat my cry,
The night shall hear me ask his grace,
Nor will he long deny.

8 God shall preserve my soul from fear,
Or shield me when afraid;
Ten thousand angels must appear,
If he command their aid.
91 cast my burdens on the Lord,
The Lord sustains them all;
My courage rests upon his word,
That saints shall never fall.

10 My highest hopes shall not be vain, My lips shall spread his praise; While cruel and deceitful men

Scarce live out half their days.

351 HYMN 25. B. 2. C. M. Barby, Dundee.

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Complaining of spiritual sloth. 'MY wake, my sluggish soul! Y drowsy powers, why sleep ye so?

Nothing has half thy work to do; Yet nothing's half so dull!

2 The little ants for one poor grain Labour, and tug, and strive; Yet we, who have a heaven t' obtain, How negligent we live.

3 We, for whose sake all nature stands, And stars their courses move; We, for whose guard the angel bands Come flying from above;

4We, for whom God theSon came down, And labour'd for our good; How careless to secure that crown He purchas'd with his blood! 5 Lord, shall we lie so sluggish still, And never act our parts? Come, holy Dove, from th' heavenly hill,

And sit and warm our hearts.

6 Then shall our active spirits move;
Upward our souls shall rise;
With hands of faith, and wings of love
We'll fly, and take the prize.
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WATTS.

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HYMN 98. B. 2. C. M. b Durham, Wantage. Hardness of heart complained of. MY heart, how dreadful hard it is! Heavy and cold within my breast, How heavy here it lies;

Just like a rock of ice!

2 Sin, like a raging tyrant, sits
Upon this flinty throne;
And every grace lies bury'd deep,
Beneath this heart of stone.

3 How seldom do I rise to God,
Or taste the joys above!
This mountain presses down my faith,
And chills my flaming love.
4 When smiling mercy courts my soul
With all its heavenly charms,
This stubborn, this relentless thing,
Would thrust it from mine arms.
5 Against the thunders of thy word
Rebellious I have stood;

My heart, it shakes not at the wrath And terrors of a God.

6 Dear Saviour, steep this rock of mine In thine own crimson sea!

None but a bath of blood divine Can melt the flint away.

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PSALM 25. 3d Part. S. M. b or*
Thatcher, St. Bridges.

Distress of soul; or, backsliding and desertion.
INE eyes and my desire
Are ever to the Lord:

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love to plead his promises,
And rest upon his word.
Turn, turn thee to my soul;
Bring thy salvation near:

When will thy hand release my feet
Out of the deadly snare?

When shall the sovereign grace Of my forgiving God` Restore me from those dangerous ways My wandering feet have trod ! The tumult of my thoughts Doth but enlarge my wo: My spirit languishes, my heart Is desolate and low.

With every morning light My sorrow new begins; Lock on my anguish and my pain, And pardon all my sins.

PAUSE.

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