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SECOND PART. L. M.- Quito.

Morning.

aff 1 O LORD, how many are my foes,
In this weak state of flesh and blood!
My peace they daily discompose:
But my defence and hope is God.

2 Tired with the burdens of the day,

To thee I raised an evening cry;
Thou heard'st when I began to pray,
And thine almighty help was nigh.

3 Supported by thy heavenly aid,

I laid me down and slept secure:

Not death would make my heart afraid,

Though I should wake and rise no more.

di 4 But God sustain'd me all the night;

Salvation doth to God belong:

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And praise him in my morning song.

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THIRD PART. L. M.-Luton.

Same subject.

THE tempter to my soul hath said,
"There is no help in God for thee;"
Lord, lift thou up thy servant's head,
My glory, shield, and solace be.
2 Thus to the Lord I raised my cry,
He heard me from his holy hill;
At his command the waves roll'd by;
He beckon'd, and the winds were still.

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Thou, Lord, my spirit didst sustain;
Bright from the east the morning broke,
Thy comforts rose on me again.

4 I will not fear, though armed throngs

Compass my steps in all their wrath;

Salvation to the Lord belongs,

His presence guards his people's path.

Montgomery.

FIRST PART. L. M.-Sterling.

A prayer-hearing God, our portion and hope.

1 O GOD of grace and righteousness,

Hear and attend when I complain:

Thou didst deliver from distress,

Bow down thy gracious ear again.

" 2 Ye sons of men, in vain ye try
To turn my glory into shame:
How long will scoffers love to lie,
And dare reproach my Saviour's name?
3 Know that the Lord divides his saints
From all the tribes of men beside;
He hears and pities their complaints,
For the dear sake of Christ that died.
4 When our obedient hands have done
A thousand works of righteousness,
We put our trust in God alone,
And glory in his pard'ning grace.

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5 Let the unthinking many say,

"Who will bestow some earthly good?" But, Lord, thy light and love we pray; Our souls desire this heavenly food.

SECOND PART. L. M.-Duke-street,

Protection from scoffers.

1 HOW long, ye sons of men, will ye
The servant of the Lord despise,
Delight yourselves with vanity,
And trust in refuges of lies?

2 Know that the Lord hath set apart
The godly man in every age;
He loves a meek and lowly heart-
His people are his heritage.

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Commune with your own heart; be still: The Lord requireth truth within ;

The sacrifice of mind and will.

THIRD PART. C. M.-Barby.
Evening.

Montgomery.

1 LORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray;
I am for ever thine:

I fear before thee all the day,
Nor would I dare to sin.

2 And while I rest my weary head
From care and business free,
'Tis sweet conversing on my bed
With my own heart and thee.

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3 I pay this evening sacrifice;
And when my work is done,
Great God, my faith, my hope relies
Upon thy grace alone.

4 Thus, with my thoughts composed to peace,
I give my eyes to sleep;

Thy hand in safety keeps my days,

And will my slumbers keep.

FIRST PART. C. M.-Colchester.

For the Lord's day morning.

1 LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high:

To thee will I direct my prayer,
To thee lift up mine eye:

2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone,
To plead for all his saints,
Presenting at his Father's throne
Our songs and our complaints.

p. m 3 Thou art a God before whose sight
The wicked shall not stand;
Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,
Nor dwell at thy right hand.

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To taste thy mercies there;
I will frequent thy holy court,
And worship in thy fear.

5 Oh may thy spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness:
Make every path of duty straight,
And plain before my face.

PAUSE.-Dunchurch.

aff 6 My watchful enemies combine
To tempt my feet astray:
They flatter, with a base design,
To make my soul their prey.

ex 7 The Lord will crush them in the dust,
And all their plots destroy;

While those that in his mercy trust
For ever shout for joy.

di 8 The men that love and fear thy name
Shall see their hopes fulfill'd;
The mighty God will compass them
With favour as a shield.

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SECOND PART. C. M.-Colchester.

Same subject.

1 SOON as the morning rays appear
I'll lift my eyes above;

My voice shall reach thy list'ning ear,
And supplicate thy love.

2 Within thy house my voice shall rise
Before thy mercy-seat;

There will I fix my steadfast eyes,
And worship at thy feet.

3 Thy righteousness, thy strength display,
And my protection be:

Teach me to know that only way,
Which leads to heaven and thee.

FIRST PART. C. M.- Windsor.
Complaint in sickness.

IN anger, Lord, rebuke me not:
Withhold the dreadful storm,
If thy displeasure waxes hot,

"Twill crush thy feeble worm.

Wrangham.

2 My soul's bow'd down with heavy cares,
My flesh with pain oppress'd;

My couch is witness to my tears,
My tears forbid my rest.

3 Sorrow and pain wear out my days;
I waste the night with cries,
And count the minutes as they pass,
Till the slow morning rise.

4 Shall I be still afflicted more?

My eyes consumed with grief?
How long, my God, how long before
Thy hand afford relief?

5 Oh, hear, while dust and ashes speak,
Restore my fainting breath;

And save me, for thy mercy's sake,
From the dark shades of death.

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SECOND PART. C. M.-Windsor.
Prayer under rebukes.

aff 1 IN mercy, not in wrath, rebuke
Thy feeble worm, O God;
My spirit dreads thine angry look,
And trembles at thy rod.

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2 Have mercy, Lord, for I am weak;
Regard my humble cry:

Oh let thy voice of comfort speak,
And bring salvation nigh.

3 Oh come, and show thy power to save,
And spare my fainting breath;
For who can praise thee in the grave,
Or sing thy name in death?

4 Satan, my cruel envious foe,

Insults me in my pain;

He smiles to see me brought so low,
And tells me hope is vain.

5 But hence, thou enemy, depart,
Nor tempt me to despair;

My Saviour comes to cheer my heart;
The Lord has heard my prayer.

THIRD PART. L. M.-Darwen.

Same subject.

aff 1 LORD, I can suffer thy rebukes

Newton.

When thou with kindness dost chastise;
But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear,
Oh let it not against me rise.

2 Pity my languishing estate,

And ease the sorrow that I feel;

The wounds thy heavy hand hath made,
Oh let thy gentler touches heal.

3 See how I pass my weary days

In sighs and groans!-and when 'tis night,
My bed is water'd with my tears;

My grief consumes and dims my sight.
4 Look how the powers of nature mourn!
How long, Almighty God, how long?
When shall thine hour of grace return?
When shall I make thy grace my song?