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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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L. M.

Stonefield.

The Church's Prayer in Time of Desertion. mf 1 GREAT shepherd of thine Israel,

Who didst between the cherubs dwell, And lead the tribes, thy chosen sheep, Safe through the desert and the deepP 2 Thy church is in the desert now

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Shine from on high-and guide us through;
Turn us to thee-thy love restore,
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.
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Nor let thy bleeding vineyard mourn:
Turn us to thee-thy love restore,
We shall be saved-and sigh no more.

C. M.

Praise to God in his Temples.

St. Ann's.

f 1 TO 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.

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

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Your various instruments employ,
And songs of triumph sing.

L. M.

Oppressors admonished.

1 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.

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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.

1 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. f 1 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!

mf 3 Blest are the saints, who sit on high,
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,

And join in nobler worship there.

SECOND PART. L. M.

Sharon.

1 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.
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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.

1 MY soul, how lovely is the place
To which thy God resorts!
"Tis heaven to see his smiling face,
Though in his earthly courts.

Medford.

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.

af 4 There, mighty God, thy words declare
The secrets of thy will:

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

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FOURTH PART. C. M.

Dedham.

1 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.

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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.

FIFTH PART. C. M. Dunchurch.

1 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.

f114 For God-who is our sun and shield-
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.

1 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,

Newbury.

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!

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They praise thee still!
And happy they,

Who love the way

To Zion's hill

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