mp 2 Behold! our soul with sorrow bends,
And down to dust our life descends;
And, while thine arm its aid denies,
Prostrate on earth, deserted lies.

mf 3 Thy mercy, Lord, alone we claim;
Redeem us, and exalt thy name:
Rise for our help, almighty Lord!
Salvation shall attend thy word.

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SECOND PART. L. M.

Danvers.

National Deliverances ascribed to God.

1 OFT have our ears, great God, been taught
What for our fathers thou hast wrought,
While, with adoring minds, they told
The wonders of thy works of old.

2 Still we disclaim the bow or sword,
And wait for thy salvation, Lord:
On thee we trust-thy mercies claim,
Whose presence puts all foes to shame.
3 From morning dawn to evening close,
On thee, O Lord, our hopes repose:
To thy great name, with joy, we'll raise
Triumphant songs of grateful praise.

THIRD PART. C. M. Stamford.

1 O LORD, our fathers oft have told,
In our attentive ears,

Thy wonders in their days performed,
And in more ancient years.

2 "Twas not their courage-nor their sword
To them salvation gave;

"Twas not their number-nor their strength
That did their country save.

3 But thy right hand-thy powerful arm,
Whose succor they implored;

Thy providence protected them,
Who thy great name adored.

4 As thee, their God, our fathers owned,
So thou art still our King;

Oh, therefore, as thou didst to them,
To us deliverance bring.

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5 To thee, the glory we'll ascribe,
From whom salvation came;
In God, our shield, we will rejoice,
And ever bless thy name.

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FIRST PART. L. M. Effingham. Victory and Exaltation of Christ.

NOW be

my heart inspired to sing
The glories of my Saviour King;
He comes with blessings from above,
And wins the nations to his love!

2 Thy throne, O God, forever stands;
Grace is the sceptre in thy hands:
Thy laws and works are just and right,
But truth and mercy thy delight.

3 Let endless honors crown thy head;
Let every age thy praises spread ;
Let all the nations know thy word,
And every tongue confess thee-Lord.

SECOND PART. C. M. Medford.

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Thy terror shall strike through thy foes,
And make the world obey.

f112 Thy throne, O God, forever stands,
Thy word of grace shall prove
A peaceful sceptre in thy hands,
To rule thy saints by love.

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Thy terror shall strike through thy foes,
And make the world obey.

THIRD PART. S. M. Southfield.

1 MY Saviour, and my King,
Thy honors are divine;

Thy lips with blessings overflow,
And every grace is thine.

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2 Thy laws, O God, are right,
Thy throne shall ever stand;
And thy victorious gospel prove
A sceptre in thy hand.

3 Now make thy glory known,
Gird on thy powerful sword,
And ride in majesty to spread
The conquests of thy word.

4 Strike through thy stubborn foes,
Or make their hearts obey;

While justice, meekness, grace, and truth
Attend thy glorious way.

FIRST PART. L. M.

Hebron

God the Refuge and Portion of his People.

mf 1 GOD is the refuge of his saints,

When storms of sharp distress invade;
Ere we can offer our complaints,
Behold him present with his aid.

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In sacred peace our souls abide,
While every nation-every shore

Trembles, and dreads the swelling tide.

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Supplies the city of our God!

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Life, love, and joy still gliding through,
And watering our divine abode.

4 That sacred stream-thine holy word,
Supports our faith-our fear controls:
Sweet peace thy promises afford,

And give new strength to fainting souls.

f 5 Zion enjoys her Monarch's love,

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Secure against a threatening hour;
Nor can her firm foundation move,

Built on his truth-and armed with power.

SECOND PART. L. M. Winchester.

1 LET Zion in her King rejoice,

Though tyrants rage, and kingdoms rise; He utters his almighty voice

The nations melt-the tumult dies.

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2 Be still--and learn that he is God;
He reigns exalted c'er the lands;
He will be known and feared abroad,
But still his throne in Zion stands.
3 O Lord of hosts-almighty King,

While we so near thy presence dwell,
Our faith shall sit secure, and sing,
Nor fear the raging powers of hell.

THIRD PART. L. M. Winchester.

mf 1 THE Lord in Zion ever reigns,

And o'er her holds his guardian hand; Her worship and her laws maintains, Which, like himself, unmoved shall stand. mp 2 Oh'come, behold what he has done, Whom we delight to call our Lord; The vict'ries, which his arm has won; And faithfully his deeds record.

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3 He maketh war on earth to cease;

He breaks the bow-he cuts the dart,
The chariot burns-and sheds his peace
O'er every nation-every heart.

4 Be still-and hear the Lord proclaim-
"I will above the heathen rise;
"O'er all the earth exalt my name, [skies."
"And spread my triumphs through the

FIRST PART.

L. M. Old Hundred.

Exultation in the Reign of Jehovah. f 10 ALL ye people, clap your hands,

And shout with triumph while you sing
Of God-who all the earth commands-
Of God—the dreadful, mighty King.
2 The trumpet swells along the sky ;
We hear the joyful, solemn sound;
The righteous God ascends on high,
And shouts of gladness echo round.

3 The Lord, who o'er the earth bears sway,
Sits on his throne of holiness;

The heathen now his laws obey:

Let all the earth his praise express.

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4 Loud praises to Jehovah sing,

In hymns of joy his love proclaim;
Sing praises to the heavenly King,
Adore and bless his sacred name.

SECOND PART. L. M.

Praise to the exalted Redeemer.

f 1 JESUS, the Lord, ascends on high!
He reigns in glory o'er the sky!
Let all the earth its offerings bring,
Exalt his name-proclaim him king!

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2 Wide-thro' the world-he spreads his sway,
And bids the heathen lands obey,
His church with willing offerings greet,
And bend submissive at her feet.

3 His reign the heathen lands shall own:
His holiness secures his throne;
And earthly princes gather round,
Where Christ-the mighty God, is found.
4 Princes by him their power extend,
Earth's mightiest kings to Jesus bend:
He bids them rule-he bids them die,
Himself o'er all exalted high!

THIRD PART. C. M. Marlow.

f111 OH for a shout of sacred joy
To God, the sovereign king!
Let every land their tongues employ,
And hymns of triumph sing.

2 Jesus, our God, ascends on high;
His heavenly guards around
Attend him rising through the sky,
With trumpet's joyful sound.

3 While angels shout, and praise their king,
Let mortals learn their strains;
Let all the earth his honors sing;
O'er all the earth he reigns.

4 Speak of his praise with awe profound,
Let knowledge guide the song;
Nor mock him with a solemn sound
Upon a thoughtless tongue.