C. M.

Christ exalted above his enemies.
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 that 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 'Ask me, my Son, and then enjoy

The utmost heathen lands;
Thy rod of iron shall destroy

The rebel that withstands.'
5 Be wise, ye rulers of the earth,

Obey th’ anointed Lord,
Adore the King of heavenly birth,

And tremble at his word.
6 With humble love address his throne,

For if he frown, ye die;
Those are secure, and those alone,

Who on his grace rely.



S. M

Christ interceding and reigning.
1 NOW Christ 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;
Then blesséd is the soul that flies
For refuge to his grace.

C. M.
God our defence.
1 MY God, how many are my fears !

How fast my foes increase!
Conspiring my eternal death,

They break my present peace.
2 The lying tempter would persuade.

There's no relief in heaven;
And all my swelling sins appear

Too great to be forgiven.
3 But thou, my glory and my strength,

Shalt on the tempter tread,
Shalt silence all my threatening guilt,

And raise my drooping head.
4 I cried, and from his holy hill

He bowed a listening ear;
I called my Father and my God.

And he subdued my fear.
5 He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes,

In spite of all my foes;
I woke, and wondered at the grace

That guarded my repose.
6 What though the hosts of death and hell,

All armed, against me stood;
Terrors no more shall shake my soul, -

My refuge is my God.
y Salvation to the Lord belongs,

His arm alone can save;
Blessings attend thy people here,

And reach beyond the grave.


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L. M 1 THE tempter to my soul hàth 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 rolled by;

He beckoned, and the winds were still. 3 I laid me down and slept,- I woke;

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

Surround my steps in all their wrath ;
Salvation to the Lord belongs;
His presence guards his people's path.

L. M
A morning Psalm.
1 ° !

In this weak state of flesh and blood!
My peace they daily discompose;

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 should make my heart afraid,

Though I should wake and rise no more. 4 But God sustained me all the night;

Salvation doth to God belong;
He raised my head to see the light,

And make his praise my morning song.

C. M
An evening Psalm.
1 LORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray ;

I am forever thine;
I fear before thee all the day,
Nor would I dare to sin.


2 And while I rest my weary head,

From cares and business free,
'Tis sweet conversing on my bed

With my own heart and thee.
3 I pay this evening sacrifice;

And when my work is done,
Great God! my faith and hope relies

Upon thy grace alone.
4 Thus, with my thoughts composed to peace,

I give mine eyes to sleep;
Thy hand in safety keeps my days,
And will my slumbers keep.
SECOND VERSION. V. 1-3, 5–7.

L. M.
Prayer heard, and God our portion.
1 O GOD of


and righteousness, Hear and attend when I complain; Thou hast enlarged me in distress,

Bow down a 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 who died.
4 When our obedient hands have done

A thousand works of righteousness,
We put our trust in God alone,

And glory in his pardoning grace.
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.
6 Then shall my cheerful powers rejoice

and favors so divine ;
Nor will I change my lappy choice

For all their corn, and all their wine.

C. M.



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 his saints,
Presenting at his Father's throne

Our songs and our complaints.
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.
4 But to thy house will I resort,

To taste thy mercies there;
I will frequent thy holy court,

And worship in thy fear.
5 O may thy Spirit guide my feet

In ways of righteousness!
Make every path of duty straight,
And plain before my face.

1 WHENE’ER the morning rays appear,

Thou, Lord, my early voice shalt hear:
To thee my lifted hands shall rise,

And faith look up with longing eyes. 2 O God, thy pure unsullied mind

In tents of sin no joy can find :
Far from thy throne shall evil flee,
Nor e'er inhabit

, Lord, with thee. 3 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. 6.


Complaint and prayer in sickness. 1 LORD, I can suffer thy rebukes,

When thou with kindness dost chastise;
But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear,

O let it not against me rise !


L. M.

L. M

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