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SECOND PART. C. M.-Windsor. Barby. er.

Temptation-Complaint.

aff 1 HOW long wilt thou conceal thy face, My God, how long delay ?

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When shall I feel those heavenly rays
That chase my fears away?

2 How long shall my poor lab'ring soul
Wrestle and toil in vain?

Thy word can all my foes control,
And ease my raging pain.

3 Be thou my sun, and thou my shield,
My soul in safety keep;

Make haste, before mine eyes are seal'd
In death's eternal sleep.

[4 How would the tempter boast aloud
Should I become his prey!

How are his legions waxing proud
At thy so long delay!]

ri [5 But they shall fly at thy rebuke,
And Satan hide his head:

He knows the terrors of thy look,
And hears thy voice with dread.]
6 Thou wilt display that sovereign grace
Whence all my comforts spring;
I shall employ my lips in praise,
And thy salvation sing.

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THIRD PART. 7's.-Pleyel's Hymn.
Pleading for help.

aff 1 LORD of mercy, just and kind,
Wilt thou not my guilt forgive?
Never shall my troubled mind

In thy kind remembrance live?
2 Lord, how long shall Satan's art
Tempt my harass'd soul to sin?
Triumph o'er my bleeding heart,
Fears without and guilt within?
3 Lord, my God, thine ear incline,
Bending to the prayer of faith;
Cheer my eyes with light divine,
Lest I sleep the sleep of death.

ex 4 On thy mercy I rely;

Mercy, heavenly Lord, impart :
Mercy brings salvation nigh;
Mercy shall rejoice my heart.

cr 5 Lord, I lift my heart in praise
All thy bounty to adore;
From eternity thy grace
Flows increasing evermore.

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Human depravity.

" 1 FOOLS, in their hearts, believe and say That all religion's vain ;

There is no God that reigns on high,
Or minds th' affairs of men."

[2 From thoughts so dreadful and profane,
Corrupt discourse proceeds;

And in their impious hands are found,
Abominable deeds.]

3 The Lord, from his celestial throne,
Look'd down on things below;
To find the man that sought his grace,
Or did his justice know.

4 By nature all are gone astray,
Their practice all the same;

There's none that fears his Maker's hand;
There's none that loves his name.

5 Their tongues are used to speak deceit,
Their slanders never cease;

How swift to mischief are their feet!
Nor know the paths of peace.

6 Such seeds of sin, that bitter root,
In every heart are found;
Nor can we bear diviner fruit
'Till grace refine the ground.

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SECOND PART. C. M.-Barby. ex.
Folly of persecutors.

aff 1 ARE sinners now so harden'd grown
That they the saints devour?

And never worship at thy throne,
Nor fear thine awful power?

ag 2 Great God, appear to their surprise,
Reveal thy dreadful name;
Let them no more thy wrath despise,
Nor turn our hope to shame.

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3 Dost thou not dwell among the just?
And yet our foes deride

That we should make thy name our trust:
Great God, confound their pride.

f4 Oh, that the joyful day were come
To finish our distress!

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When God shall bring his children home,
Qur songs shall never cease.

FIRST PART. C. M.-Peterborough. Arlington.
Traits of a Christian character.

11 1 WHO shall inhabit in thy hill,
O God of holiness?

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Whom will the Lord admit to dwell
So near his throne of grace?

2 The man who walks in pious ways,
And works with righteous hands;
Who trusts his Maker's promises,
And follows his commands :-

3 He speaks the meaning of his heart,
Nor slanders with his tongue;
Will scarce believe an ill report,
Nor do his neighbor wrong;

4 The wealthy sinner he contemns,
Loves all who fear the Lord;
And though to his own hurt he swears,
Still he performs his word;

5 His hands disdain a golden bribe,
And never wrong the poor :-

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This man shall dwell with God on earth,
And find his heaven secure.

SECOND PART. L. M.-Uxbridge. Duke-street.
Same subject.

ꞌꞌ 1 WHO shall ascend thy holy place,
Great God, and dwell so near thy face?-

The man who loves religion now,
And humbly walks with God below:

2 Whose hands are pure, whose heart is clean; Whose lips still speak the thing they mean; No slanders dwell upon his tongue;

He hates to do his neighbor wrong. ex 3 He loves his enemies, and prays

For those who curse him to his face; And does to all men still the same That he would hope or wish from them. ~4 Yet when his holiest works are done, His soul depends on grace alone :cr This is the man thy face shall see, And dwell for ever, Lord, with thee.

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THIRD PART. L. M.-Sterling.

Who shall reach heaven.

1 BUT who shall reach thine holy place, Or who, O Lord, ascend thine hill? The pure in heart shall see thy face; The man that seeks to do thy will. 11 2 He who to bribes hath closed his hand, To idols never bent the knee;

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Nor sworn in falsehood; he shall stand,
Redeemed by grace, and kept by Thee.
Montgomery.

FIRST PART. L. M.-Quito.
Humility.

aff 1 PRESERVE me, Lord, in time of need,
For succor to thy throne I flee;
But have no merits there to plead ;
My goodness cannot reach to thee.

2 Oft have my heart and tongue confess'd
How empty and how poor I am;
My praise can never make thee blest,
Nor add new glories to thy name.

11 3 Yet, Lord, thy saints on earth may reap
Some profit by the good they do;
These are the company I keep,

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These are the choicest friends I know..

4 Let others choose the sons of earth,

And give their hours to noise and wine; I love the men of heavenly birth,

Whose thoughts and language are divine.

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SECOND PART. L. M.-Luton. ex.

Christ's all-sufficiency.

aff 1 HOW fast their guilt and sorrows rise,
Who haste to seek some idle god!
I will not taste their sacrifice,

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Their off'rings of forbidden blood.

2 My God provides a richer cup,
And nobler food to live upon:
He for my life has offer'd up

Jesus, his well beloved Son.

3 His love is my perpetual feast,

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By day his counsels guide me right:
And be his name for ever blest,

Who gives me sweet advice by night.

4 I set him still before mine eyes;

At my right hand he stands prepared
To keep my soul from all surprise,
And be my everlasting guard.

THIRD PART. L. M.-Luther's Hymn.
Hope in the resurrection.

f 1 WHEN God is nigh, my faith is strong; His arm is my almighty prop:

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Be glad, my heart-rejoice, my tongue;
My dying flesh shall rest in hope.

2 Though in the dust I lay my head,

Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave My soul for ever with the dead,

Nor lose thy children in the grave.

fl 3 My flesh shall thy first call obey,

Shake off the dust and rise on high;
Then shalt thou lead the wondrous way,
Up to thy throne above the sky.

4 There streams of endless pleasure flow,
And full discov'ries of thy grace:

Joys we but tasted here below,

Spread heavenly raptures through the place.