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THIRTEENTH PART. C. M. Medfield,

1 CONSIDER all my sorrows, Lord,

And thy deliverance send;

My soul for thy salvation faints;.
When will my troubles end?

2 Yet I have found 'tis good for me
To bear my Father's rod;
Affliction made me learn thy law,
And live upon my God.

3 Had not thy word been my delight
When earthly joys were fled,
My soul, oppressed with sorrow's weight,
Had sunk among the dead.

4 Before I knew thy chastening rod,
My feet were apt to stray;
But now I learn to keep thy word,
Nor wander from thy way.

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Aff 1 MY soul lies cleaving to the dust;
Lord, give me life divine;
From vain desires, and every lust
Turn off these eyes of mine.

2 I need the influence of thy grace
To speed me in thy way,
Lest I should loiter in my race,
Or turn my feet astray.

3 Are not thy mercies sovereign still,
And thou a faithful God?

Wilt thou not grant me warmer zeal
To run the heavenly road?

4 Does not my heart thy precepts love,
And long to see thy face?

And yet, how slow my spirits move
Without enlivening grace!

5 Then shall I love thy gospel more,
And ne'er forget thy word,

When I have felt its quickening power
To draw me near the Lord.

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1 THY mercies fill the earth, O Lord;
How good thy works appear!
Open my eyes to read thy word,
And see thy wonders there.

2 Since I'm a stranger here below
Let not thy path be hid;

But mark the road my feet should go,
And be my constant guide.

3 When I confessed my wandering ways,
Thou heard'st my soul complain;
Grant me the teachings of thy grace,
Or I shall stray again.

4 If God to me his statutes show,
And heavenly truth impart,
His work forever I'll pursue,
His law shall rule my heart.

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SIXTEENTH PART. C. M. London.

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I firmly anchor all my hopes
On thy unerring word.

2 According to thy gracious word,

From danger set me free;

Nor make me of those hopes ashamed,
That I repose on thee.

3 On me, devoted to thy fear,

Lord, make thy face to shine;
Thy statutes both to know and keep
My heart with zeal incline.

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And shield art thou-O Lord!

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I firmly anchor all my hopes
On thy unerring word.

SEVENTEENTH PART. S. M. Dover.

1 WITH humble heart and tongue,

My God, to thee I pray:

Oh! bring me now, while I am young,
To thee, the living way.

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2 Make an unguarded youth
The object of thy care;

Help me to choose the way of truth,
And fly from every snare.

3 My heart, to folly prone,
Renew by power divine;
Unite it to thyself alone,

And make me wholly thine.

4 Oh! let thy word of grace

My warmest thoughts employ;
Be this, through all my following days,
My treasure and my joy.

5 To what thy laws impart

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Be my whole soul inclined;

Come, Saviour, dwell within my heart,
And sanctify my mind.

FIRST PART. L. M.

God's guardian Care of his People.

1 HE lives-the everlasting God,

Ralston.

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Who built the world-who spread the
The heavens, with all their host, he made,
And the dark regions of the dead.

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His morning smiles adorn the day;
He spreads the evening veil-and keeps
The silent hours, while Israel sleeps.
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May rise secure-securely rest:
Thy holy guardian's wakeful eyes
Admit no slumber, nor surprise.

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Then in my last, departing hour,
Angels, that trace the airy road,
Shall bear me homeward to my God.

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SECOND PART. C. M. St. Martin's.

1 TO heaven I lift my waiting eyes,
There all my hopes are laid;

The Lord, who built the earth and skies.
Is my perpetual aid.

2 Their steadfast feet shall never fall,
Whom he designs to keep;
His ear attends their humble call,
His eyes can never sleep.

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Thy keeper is the Lord;

His wakeful eyes employ his power
For thine eternal guard.

4 He guards thy soul-he keeps thy breath,
Where thickest dangers come;

Go and return, secure from death,
Till God shall call thee home.

THIRD PART. H. M.

Darwell's.

1 TO God I lift mine eyes,
From him is all my aid;

The God that built the skies,
And earth and nature made:

God is the tower

To which I fly :

His grace is nigh

In every hour.

2 My feet shall never slide,
And fall in fatal snares,

Since God, my guard and guide,
Defends me from my fears.

Those wakeful eyes, Shall Israel keep

That never sleep,

When dangers rise.

3 No burning heats by day,
Nor blasts of evening air,
Shall take my health away,
If God be with me there:

Thou art sun,

And thou my shade,

By night or noon.
To guard my head

4 Hast thou not given thy word
To save my soul from death?
And I can trust my Lord

To keep my mortal breath:

Thor call me home.
Till from on high

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Howard's.

Delight in the Sabbath and Temple of God.

af 1 HOW did my heart rejoice to hear My friends devoutly say,

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'In Zion let us all appear,
'And keep the solemn day"

2 I love her gates-I love the road;
The church, adorned with grace,
Stands like a palace built for God,
To show his milder face.

3 Up to her courts, with joy unknown,
The holy tribes repair:

The Son of David holds his throne,
And sits in judgment there.

4 He hears our praises and complaints,
And while his awful voice

Divides the sinners from the saints,
We tremble and rejoice.

5 Peace be within this sacred place,
And joy a constant guest;

With holy gifts, and heavenly grace
Be her attendants blest!

6 My soul shall pray for Zion still,
While life, or breath remains;
Here my best friends, my kindred dwell,
Here God, my Saviour, reigns.

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SECOND PART. C. M.

1 WITH joy we hail the sacred day,
Which God has called his own;
With joy the summons we obey,
To worship at his throne.

Warwick.

2 Thy chosen temple, Lord, how fair!
Where willing votaries throng

To breathe the humble fervent prayer-
And pour the choral song.

3 Spirit of grace! oh deign to dwell
Within thy church below;
Make her in holiness excel,
With pure devotion glow.