• 8 Then was the great salvation spread,
And Satan's kingdom shook;
Thus by the woman's Promis'd Seed,
The serpent's head was broke.

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L. M. Islington. [*]

Ver. 5-10. Christ our Sacrifice.

TExceed our praise, surmount our tho't;

HE wonders, Lord, thy love has wrought,

Should I attempt the long detail,

My speech would faint, my numbers fail.
e 2 No blood of beasts on altars spilt,
Can cleanse the souls of men from guilt;
-But thou hast set before our eyes
An all-sufficient sacrifice.

o 3 Lo! thine eternal Son appears,
To thy designs he bows his ears;
Assumes a body well prepar'd,
And well performs a work so hard.
d 4 Behold I come,' the Saviour cries,
With love and duty in his eyes;
'I come to bear the heavy load
'Of sins, and do thy will, my God.
5 Tis written in thy great decree,
''Tis in the book foretold of me,
'I must fulfil the Saviour's part;
'And lo! thy law is in my heart.
6 I'll magnify thy holy law,
'And rebels to obedience draw,
'When on my cross I'm lifted high,
'Or to my crown above the sky.

7 The Spirit shall descend and show
'What thou hast done, and what I do;
"The wond'ring world shall learn thy grace,
" Thy wisdom and thy righteousness."]
PSALM 41. L. M. Armley. Shoel. [*]
Ver. 1, 2, 3. The merciful Man.

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LEST is the man, whose bowels move,

Bad melt with pity to the poor;

p Whose soul, by sympathizing love, Feels what his fellow saints endure. -2 His heart contrives for their relief More good than his own hands can do;

e He, in a time of gen'ral grief, -Shall find the Lord has mercy too.

3 His soul shall live secure on earth, With secret blessings on his head; o When drought, and pestilence, and dearth, Around him multiply their dead.

e 4 Or, if he languish on his couch, -God will pronounce his sins forgiv'n; o Will save him with a healing touch, Or take his willing soul to heav'n.

PSALM 42. C. M. FIRST PART. Plymouth. [b]

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Ver. 1-5.

WIT

Desertion and Hope.

ITH earnest longings of the mind,
My God, to thee I look;

-So pants the hunted hart to find,

And taste the cooling brook.

e 2 When shall I see thy courts of grace, And meet my God again?

e So long an absence from thy face My heart endures with pain.

3 Temptations vex my weary soul, And tears are my repast;

-The foe insults without control,

d

"And where's your God at last?"

p 4 'Tis with a mournful pleasure now
I think on ancient days;

Then to thy house did numbers go,
And all our work was praise.

e 5 But why, my soul, sunk down so far,
Beneath this heavy load?

Why do my thoughts indulge despair,
And sin against my God?

-6 Hope in the Lord, whose mighty hand
Can all thy woes remove,

o For I shall yet before him stand, And sing restoring love.

Ver. 6-11. Hope in Affliction.

Y spirit sinks within me, Lord-
But I will call thy name to mind;

And times of past distress record, When I have found my God was kind. e 2 Huge troubles, with tumultuous noise, Swell like a sea, and round me spread; Thy water-spouts drown all my joys, And rising waves roll o'er my head. -3 Yet will the Lord command his love, When I address his throne by day; Nor in the night his grace remove, The night shall hear me sing and pray. e 4 I'll cast myself before his feet, d And say, 'My God, my heav'nly Rock, p'Why doth thy love so long forget

The soul that groans beneath thy stroke?' -5 I'll chide my heart that sinks so low, e Why should my soul indulge in grief? o Hope in the Lord, and praise him too; He is my rest, my sure relief.

• 6 Thy light and truth shall guide me still; Thy word shall my best thoughts employ, And lead me to thy holy hill,

My God, my most exceeding joy.

PSALM 44. C. M. China. Bedford. [b] V. 1, 2, 3, 8, 15-26.. The Church's Complaint in Per

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secution.

LORD, we have heard thy works of old,

Thy works of power and grace,

When to our ears our fathers told

The wonders of their days:

2 How thou didst build thy churches here. And make thy gospel known;

o Amongst them did thine arm appear, Thy light and glory shone.

o 3 In God they boasted all the day,
And in a cheerful throng,

Did thousands meet to praise and pray,
And grace was all their song.

e 4 But now our souls are seiz'd with shame,
Confusion fills our face,

To hear the enemy blaspheme,

And fools reproach thy grace.

-5 [Yet have we not forgot our God, Nor falsely dealt with heav'n;

Nor have our steps declin'd the road
Of duty thou hast giv'n.

e 6 Though dragons all around us roar,
With their destructive breath,

And thine own hand has bruis'd us sore,
Hard by the gates of death.

PAUSE.

7 We are expos'd all day to die,
As martyrs for thy cause;

As sheep for slaughter bound we lie
By sharp and bloody laws.]

-8 Awake, arise, Almighty Lord,
Why sleeps thy wonted grace!

e Why should we look like men abhorr'd, Or banish'd from thy face?

9 Wilt thou forever cast us off,
And still neglect our cries?
Forever hide thine heav'nly love,
From our afflicted eyes?

p 10 Down to the dust our soul is bow'd,
And dies upon the ground;

d Rise for our help, rebuke the proud, And all their pow'rs confound.]

-11 Redeem us from perpetual shame, Our Saviour, and our God;

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We plead the honours of thy name,
The merits of thy blood.

PSALM 45. S. M.

MY

Dover. [*]

The Glory of Christ.
Y Saviour and my King,
Thy beauties are divine;
Thy lips with blessings overflow,
And ev'ry grace is thine.

2 Now make thy glories known,
Gird on thy dreadful sword,

And ride in majesty, to spread

The conquests of thy word.

3 Strike through thy stubborn foes,
Or melt their hearts t' obey;

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

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

0 5 Thy Father and thy God, Hath, without measure, shed His Spirit like a joyful oil

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T' anoint thy sacred head. 6 Behold, at thy right hand The Gentile church is seen Like a fair bride in rich attire,

And princes guard the queen. 7 Fair bride, receive his love, Forget thy Father's house, Forsake thy gods, thy idol gods, And pay thy Lord thy vows.

0 8 0 let thy God and King

Thy sweetest thoughts employ; • Thy children shall his honours sing In palaces of joy.]

C. M. Arundel. Mear. [*] Glories and Government of Christ. T'LL speak the honours of my King,

'I'His form divinely fair;

None of the sons of mortal race

May with the Lord compare.

b 2 Sweet is thy speech, and heav'nly grace Upon thy lips is shed;

-Thy God with blessings infinite
Hath crown'd thy sacred head.

g 3 Gird on thy sword, victorious Prince,
Ride with majestic sway;

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

4 Thy throne, O God, for ever stands,
Thy word of grace shall prove

A peaceful sceptre in thy hands,
To rule thy saints by love.

-5 Justice and truth attend thee still;
But mercy is thy choice;

And God, thy God, thy soul shall fill,
With most peculiar joys.