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Where the streams refreshing flow,
He his fruitful branch shall spread,
Prosperous, he no leaf shall shed.

4 See, ah! see, a different fate

God's obdurate foes await!

See them, to his wrath consigned,
Fly like chaff before the wind.

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And to each assign his doom;-
Say, shall then the impious band
With the just assembled stand?
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Objects of his love shall own;—
While his vengeance who defy,
Whelmed in endless ruin lie.

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FIRST PART. C. M.

Marlow.

Christ exalted and his Enemies warned.

1 WHY did the nations join to slay

The Lord's anointed Son?
Why did they cast his laws away,
And tread his gospel down?

2 The Lord, who sits above the skies,
Derides their rage below;

He speaks, with vengeance in his eyes,
And strikes their spirits through.

3 "I call him my eternal Son,

"And raise him from the dead;
"I make my holy hill his throne,
"And wide his kingdom spread."
4 Be wise, ye rulers of the earth,
Obey the anointed Lord;
Adore the King of heavenly birth,
And tremble at his word.

SECOND PART. C. M.

Patmos.

1 ATTEND, O earth, when God declares
His uncontrolled decree :-
"Thou art my Son-this day, my heir,
"Have I begotten thee.

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2 "Ask-and receive thy full demands—
"Thine shall the heathen be;
"The utmost limits of the lands
"Shall be possessed by thee."

3 Learn, then, ye princes—and give ear,
Ye judges of the earth;
Worship the Lord with holy fear,
Rejoice with awful mirth.

THIRD PART.

S. M.

Dover.

1 THE Lord ascends on high,
And asks to rule the earth;
The merit of his blood he pleads,
And pleads his heavenly birth.

2 He asks-and God bestows.
A large inheritance:

Far as the world's remotest ends,
His kingdom shall advance.

3 The nations that rebel

Must feel his iron rod:

He'll vindicate those honors well,
Which he received from God.

4 Be wise, ye rulers, now,

And worship at his throne:
With trembling joy, ye people, bow
To God's exalted Son.

5 If once his wrath arise,

Ye perish on the place:

But blessed is the soul that flies
For refuge to his grace.

FOURTH PART. H. M.

1 JESUS, the Saviour, reigns!
On Zion is his throne:
The Lord's decree sustains
His own begotten Son:
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And mount the skies,

With power to save.

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This day exalts his name:

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He makes his righteous claim:

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FIRST PART.

From shore to shore.

L. M.

God our Defence. Morning.

LORD, how many are my foes,

Bath.

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 thine heavenly aid,

I laid me down, and slept secure ;
Not death should make my heart afraid,
Though I should wake and rise no more.
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Salvation doth to God belong:
He raised my head to see the light,

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And makes his praise my morning song.

SECOND PART. C. M.

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How fast my foes increase!
Their number-how it multiplies!
How fatal to my peace!

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2 But thou, my glory and my strength,
Shalt on the tempter cread;

Dundee.

Shalt silence all my threatening guilt,
And raise my drooping head.

3 I cried, and from his holy hill,
He bowed a listening ear:
I called my Father, and iny God,
And he subdued my fear.

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My sweet repose to take;

For I through him securely sleep,
Through him in safety wake.

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THIRD PART. C. M. St. Ann's

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On thee my hopes rely;

Thou art my glory, and shalt yet
Lift up my head on high.

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Through him in safety wake.

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His blessing he extends to all,
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FIRST PART. L. M.

God our Portion.

Duke Street.

1 WHAT though th' unthinking world may say, "Who will bestow some earthly good?"

Lord, for thy light and love we pray:
Our souls desire this heavenly food.

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At grace divine and love so great;
Nor will we change our happy choice,
For all their wealth and boasted state.

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SECOND PART, L. M.

Duke Street.

Rest and Peace in God. Evening.

1 THY favor, gracious Lord, impart,
With sacred joy to cheer my heart:
Howe'er the corn and wine increase,
Earth ne'er can yield such heavenly peace.
2 With thy protection kindly blest,
I'll lay me down in peace to rest;
Safe in thy care-from danger free,
To wake on earth-or wake with thee.

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THIRD PART. C. M.

Litchfield.

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

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From care and business free,
'Tis sweet conversing on my bed
With my own heart and thee.

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And when my work is done,
Great God, my faith, my hope relies
Upon thy grace alone.

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FIRST PART.

Communion with God.

L. M.

Winchester.

Sabbath Morning.

1 LORD, hear my words-my spirit see,
When wrapt in solemn thoughts of thee.
My King, my God, my cries attend;
To thee my suppliant prayers ascend.

2 Whene'er the morning rays appear,
Thou, Lord, my early voice shalt hear:
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And faith look up with longing eyes.

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3 O God, thy pure and holy mind
In tents of sin no joy can find:
Far from thy throne shall evil flee,
Nor e'er inhabit, Lord, with thee.

4 But I, by boundless mercies led,
Thy temple's sacred courts will tread;
Up to thy house with joy repair:
Thy mercies shall surround me there.

5 Prostrate I'll bow-with fear impressed,
While awe profound inspires my breast;
And faith, while yet my prayers arise,
Firm on the Saviour's name relies.