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3 Save us from guilt and shame,
Thy glory to display;

And, for the great Redeemer's name,
Wash all our sins away.

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The Church's Prayer in Time of Desertion.

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REAT shepherd of thine Israel,
Who didst between the cherubs dwell,
And lead the tribes, thy chosen sheep,
Safe through the desert and the deep

2 Thy church is in the desert nowmf Shine from on high-and guide us through; Turn us to thee-thy love restore,

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We shall be saved-and sigh no more. 3 Hast thou not planted with thy hand A lovely vine in this our land? Did not thy power defend it round, And heavenly dew enrich the ground? 4 How did the spreading branches shoot, And bless the nations with their fruit? But now, O Lord, look down and see Thy mourning vine, that lovely tree. <5 Return, almighty God, return, mf Nor let thy bleeding vineyard mourn Turn us to thee-thy love restore, We shall be saved-and sigh no more.

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Praise to God in his Temples.

St. Ann's

10 God, our strength, your voice aloud
In strains of glory raise;

The great Jehovah-Jacob's God,
Exalt in notes of praise.

2 Now let the gospel trumpet blow,
On each appointed feast,

And teach his waiting church to know

The Sabbath's sacred rest.

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3 This was the statute of the Lord,
To Israel's favored race:

And yet his courts preserve his word,
And there we wait his grace.

4 With psalms of honor, and of joy,
Let all his temples ring;

Your various instruments employ,
And songs of triumph sing.

L. M.

Oppressors admonished.

AMONG th' assemblies of the great,
A greater Ruler takes his seat:
The God of heaven, as judge, surveys
The kings of earth, and all their ways.

Bath.

2 Why should they, then, frame wicked laws?
Or why support th' unrighteous cause?
When will they cease t' oppress the poor?
When will they vex the saints no more?

3 Arise, O God, and let thy Son
Possess his universal throne,

And rule the nations with his rod; -
He is our judge-and he our God.

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S. M.

St. Thomas

God arising to subdue Opposers.

AND will the God of grace
Perpetual silence keep?

The God of justice hold his peace,
And let his vengeance sleep?

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Assume thy sovereign sway;
Before thy throne bid sinners bow,
And yield their hearts to thee.

3 Let all the nations know,
And spread thy name abroad;
Let all who dwell on earth confess
Their Saviour and their God

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FIRST PART. L. M.

Hebron.

Blessedness of worshipping God in his Temple.

P HOW pleasant-how divinely fair,

O Lord of hosts, thy dwellings are;
With long desire my spirit faints,
To meet th' assemblies of thy saints.
2 My flesh would rest in thine abode :
My panting heart cries out for God:
My God! my King! why should I be
So far from all my joys and thee!

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Around thy throne above the sky;
Thy brightest glories shine above,
And all their work is praise and love.
4 Blest are the souls, who find a place
Within the temple of thy grace;
There they behold thy gentler rays,
And seek thy face, and learn thy praise.

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5 Blest are the men, whose hearts are set
To find the way to Zion's gate:

God is their strength-and through the road
They lean upon their helper, God.

6 Cheerful they walk with growing strength,
Till all shall meet in heaven at length:
Till all before thy face appear,

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SECOND PART.

L. M. Sharon.

GREAT God, attend, while Zion sings
The joy that from thy presence springs:
To spend one day with thee on earth
Exceeds a thousand days of mirth.
2 Might I enjoy the meanest place
Within thy house, O God of grace,
Not tents of ease--nor thrones of power
Should tempt my feet to leave thy door.
3 God is our sun-he makes our day;
God is our shield-he guards our way
From all th' assaults of hell and sin;
From foes without and foes within.

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4 All needful grace will God bestow,
And crown that grace with glory too:
He gives us all things-and withholds
No real good from upright souls.

5 O God, our King, whose sovereign sway
The glorious host of heaven obey,
Display thy grace-exert thy power,
Till all on earth thy name adore.

THIRD PART. C. M. Medford.

MY soul, how lovely is the place
To which thy God resorts!

"Tis heaven to see his smiling face,
Though in his earthly courts.

2 There the great Monarch of the skies
His saving power displays;
And light breaks in upon our eyes,
With kind and quickening rays.

3 With his rich gifts the heavenly Dove
Descends and fills the place;

While Christ reveals his wondrous love,
And sheds abroad his grace.

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The secrets of thy will:

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And still we seek thy mercies there,
And sing thy praises still.

FOURTH PART. C. M. Dedham.

O LORD, my heart cries out for thee,!
While far from thine abode ;

When shall I tread thy courts, and see
My Saviour, and my God?

2 To sit one day beneath thine eye,
And hear thy gracious voice,

Exceeds a whole eternity

Employed in carnal joys.

3 Lord, at thy threshold I would wait,
While Jesus is within,

Rather than fill a throne of state,
Or dwell in tents of sin.

4 Could I command the spacious land,
Or the more boundless sea,

For one blest hour at thy right hand,
I'd give them both away.

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O GOD of hosts-the mighty Lord,
How lovely is the place,
Where, in thy glory, we behold
The brightness of thy face!

2 My fainting soul with longing waits
To view thy blest abode :
My panting heart and flesh cry out
For thee, the living God.

3 Thrice happy they, whose choice has thee
Their sure protection made;
Who long to tread the sacred ways,
Which to thy dwelling lead.

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Will grace and glory give;
And no good thing will he withhold
From them that justly live.

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5 O Lord of hosts-my king, my God,
How highly blest are they,

Who in thy temple always dwell,
And there thy praise display!

SIXTH PART. H. M. Newbury.

LORD of the worlds above,
How pleasant and how fair

The dwellings of thy love,
Thine earthly temples are!

To thine abode
My heart aspires,

With warm desires,
To see my God.

2 O happy souls, who pray,
Where God appoints to hear;
O happy men, who pay

Their constant service there!

They praise thee still!
And happy they,

Who love the way
To Zion's hill.