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FOURTH PART. C. M. Grafton.

WHEN I pour out my soul in prayer,

Do thou, great God! attend;
To thy eternal throne of grace
Oh let my cry ascend.

2 Hide not, O Lord, thy glorious face,
In times of deep distress;
Incline thine ear, and when I call,
My sorrows soon redress.

3 My days, just hastening to their end,
Are like an evening shade;

My beauty does, like withered grass,
With waning lustre fade.

mf 4 But thy eternal state, O Lord!
No length of time shall waste;

The memory of thy wondrous works
From age to age shall last.

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FIFTH PART. C. M. St. Martin's.
THROUGH endless years thou art the same,
O thou eternal God!

Ages to come shall know thy name,
And tell thy works abroad.

2 The strong foundations of the earth
Of old by thee were laid;

By thee the beauteous arch of heaven
With matchless skill was made.

mp 3 Soon shall this goodly frame of things,
Formed by thy powerful hand,

Be, like a vesture, laid aside,
And changed at thy command.

mf 4 But thy perfections all divine,
Eternal as thy days,

Through everlasting ages shine,
With undiminished rays.

102

SIXTH PART. C. M. Patmos.

"LET Zion and her sons rejoice-
Behold the promised hour!

Her God hath heard her mourning voice,
And comes t' exalt his power.

2 Her dust and ruins that remain Are precious in his eyes: <Those ruins shall be built again, And all that dust shall rise.

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3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem,
And stand in glory there:
Nations shall bow before his name,
And kings attend with fear.

4 He sits a sovereign cn his throne,
With pity in his eyes:

He hears the dying prisoners' groan,
And sees their sighs arise.

5 He frees the soul condemned to death;
Nor, when his saints complain,

mf Shall it be said that praying breath
Was ever spent in vain.

6 This shall be known when we are dead,
And left on long record,

f That ages yet unborn may read,
And praise, and trust the Lord.

102 SEVENTH PART. C. M. Wachusett.

Divine Aid implored in Times of Extremity.

mp HEAR me, O God, nor hide thy face,
But answer, lest I die :

Hast thou not built a throne of grace,
To hear when sinners cry

2 As on some lonely building's top,
The sparrow tells her moan-
Far from the tents of joy and hope,
I sit and grieve alone.

mf 3 But thou forever art the same,
O my eternal God!

mf Ages to come shall know thy name, And spread thy works abroad.

f 4 Thou wilt arise, and show thy face,
Nor will my Lord delay

Beyond the appointed hour of grace,
That long expected day.

5 He hears his saints-he knows their cry,
And by mysterious ways,

Redeems the prisoners, doomed to die,
And fills their tongues with praise.

102 EIGHTH PART. 78. Norwich.

HEAR my prayer, Jehovah, hear!
Listen to my humble cries:
See the day of trouble near,
Heavy on my soul it lies."

2 Hide not, then, thy gracious face,
When the storm around me falls:
Hear me, O thou God of grace,
In the time thy servant calls.

mf113 Earth and hell their censures pour,
Madly rage against my soul:
When my God appears no more,
Who their fury can control?

Aff 4 Hide not, then, thy gracious face,
When the storm around me falls:
Hear me, O thou God of grace,
Hear me when thy servant calls.

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FIRST PART. L. M. Uxbridge.

The Goodness and Mercy of God celebrated.

ᏴᏞ LESS, O my soul, the living God,

Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad; Let all the powers within me join

In work and worship so divine.

2 Bless, O my soul, the God of grace:
His favors claim thy highest praise:
Let not the wonders he hath wrought
Be lost in silence and forgot.

mp 3 'Tis he, my soul, that sent his Son
To die for crimes which thou hast done:
He owns the ransom-and forgives
The hourly follies of our lives.

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4 Let every land his power confess,
Let all the earth adore his grace:
My heart and tongue with rapture join,
In work and worship so divine.

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SECOND PART. L. M. Dunstan.

HIGH o'er the heavens-supreme-alone,
Th' eternal Lord prepares his throne:
O'er all his kingdom he'll extend,
Beyond a limit or an end.

2 Bless ye the Lord-his glories tell,
Ye angels, who in might excel,
Who do his will-who hear his voice,
And in his high commands rejoice.

3 Bless ye the Lord-proclaim his state,
Ye heavenly hosts, who round him wait,
Quick to perform his acts of might,
His pleasure your supreme delight.
4 Bless ye the Lord, his works around!
Creation, with his praise resound!
My soul, the general chorus join,
And bless the Lord in songs divine.

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THIRD PART. L. M. Rothwell.

MY soul, inspired with sacred love,
God's holy name forever bless;
Of all his favors mindful prove,

And still thy grateful thanks express.
2 The Lord abounds with tender love,
And unexampled acts of grace;
His wakened wrath does slowly move,
His willing mercy flies apace.

3 As far as 'tis from east to west,
So far has he our sins removed,
Who, with a father's tender breast,
Has such as fear him always loved.

4 Let every creature jointly bless

The mighty Lord;-and thou, my heart,
With grateful jov thy thanks express,
And in this concert bear thy part.

103 FOURTH PART. L. M. Tallis' Ev. Hy.

THE Lord! how wondrous are his ways!
How firm his truth!-how large his grace!
He takes his mercy for his throne,

And thence he makes his glories known.

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2 Not half so high his power hath spread
The starry heavens above our head,
As his rich love exceeds our praise,
Exceeds the highest hopes we raise.
3 Not half so far has nature placed
The rising morning from the west,
As his forgiving grace removes
The daily guilt of those he loves.

4 How slowly does his wrath arise-
On swifter wings salvation flies
Or, if he lets his anger burn,
How soon his frowns to pity turn!

5 His everlasting love is sure

To all his saints-and shall endure;
From age to age his truth shall reign,
Nor children's children hope in vain.

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FIFTH PART. L. M. Duke Strect.

MY soul, with humble fervor raise
To God the voice of grateful praise:
Let every mental power combine,
To bless his attributes divine.

2 Deep on my heart let memory trace
His acts of mercy and of grace;
Who, with a father's tender care,
Saved me, when sinking in despair ;-
mf 3 Gave my repentant soul to prove
The joy of his forgiving love;

Poured balm into my bleeding breast, > And led my weary feet to rest.

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SIXTH PART. S. M. Hudson.

O BLESS the Lord, my soul,
Let all within me join,

And aid my tongue to bless his name,
Whose favors are divine.

2 O bless the Lord, my soul,
Nor let his mercies lie
Forgotten in unthankfulness,
And without praises die.

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