For who, that in the grave shall sleep,
Thy name can praise, thy statutes keep?
3 Mine eye grows dim and fails with grief,
In vain I seek the wish'd relief;

With bitter tears my sin I mourn,
Return, O gracious God, return!

f 4 The Lord doth hear me in his love,
And sends salvation from above;
I've gain'd the vict'ry o'er the foe,
And joy and praise succeed to wo!

ALLEN.

SECOND VERSION.-C. M. Grafton. Patmos.
Earnest Supplication.

Aff 1 O LORD, rebuke me not in wrath,
Nor sorely chasten me!

Have mercy, Lord, for in my path
I walk in fear of Thee!

2 And Thou, Jehovah, O how long?-
O, give me light once more;
For in the grave they sing no song
In praise of mercy's power.

2 With tears and groaning, Lord, I pray;
I make my bed to swim;

Mine eye with sorrow wastes away,
On foes it looks forth dim.

f 4 Ye workers of iniquity,

Depart!-God hears my voice,

And, while my foes confounded flee,

My soul shall e'er rejoice!

ALLEN.

7. FIRST VER.-L. M. Hebron. Duke Street.

God the Protector of the Righteous.

1 IN Thee, O Lord, I put my trust,
In Thee most holy, good and just ;-
Defend me from malignant foe,
And let me thy salvation know.

2 Though num'rous sins thine eyes may see,
In this I'm innocent with Thee ;-
Then turn away the threat'ning sword,
And vindicate thy servant, Lord.

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3 Forever, Lord, maintain the right,
And let thy justice shine forth bright ;-
So shall thy people give Thee praise,
And monuments of honor raise.

ALLEN.

SECOND VERSION.-S. P. M. Dalston. Peters. The Wicked punished.

1 THE anger of the Lord,

Like outstretch'd, gleaming sword,
Should strike the wicked with dismay;

The Lord hath bent his bow,

His arrows swift will go,

And madden'd persecutors slay.

2 How oft the very ill,

Design'd by sinner's will,

Has fallen down on his own head?
How often have his feet,-

A retribution meet,—

Been caught in net, for others spread?

3 Believe, that God is just,

In his sure promise trust,

Nor fear the face of wicked foe;
Give praise to God most high,
Who reigneth in the sky,

And rules in righteousness below!

ALLEN.

8. FIRST VERSION.-L. M. Brewer. Timsbury.

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Children praising God.

1 ALMIGHTY Ruler of the skies,

Through the wide earth is spread thy name;
And thine eternal glories rise

O'er all the heav'ns, thy hands did frame,

2 To Thee the voices of the young
A monument of honor raise;

And babes, with uninstructed tongue,
Declare the wonders of thy praise.

3 Thy pow'r assists their tender age
To bring proud rebels to the ground,
To still the bold blasphemer's rage,
And all their policies confound.

4 Children amidst thy temple throng,
To see their great Redeemer's face ;
The Son of David is their song,

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WATTS.

SECOND VERSION.-L. M. Duke street. Alfreton.
Adam and Christ; Old and new Creation.

1 LORD, what was man, when made of clay,
That beasts and birds should him obey?
That Thou shouldst set him, by thy grace,
But just below an angel's place?

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To crown the second Adam's state?
What honors shall thy Son adorn,
Who condescended to be born?

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See Him in dust a victim laid!

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But soon He rises up again,

On high with power divine to reign.

mf 4 The world to come, redeem'd from all
The mis'ries, that attend the fall,

New made, and glorious, shall submit
At our exalted Savior's feet.

WATTS.

THIRD VERSION.-L. M. Walton. Winchester.
God's Condescension to Man.

1 WHEN heav'n's wide arch attracts my sight,
The wondrous work, thy fingers wrought,
The silver moon, and stars of light

In depths of space beyond all thought,
2 O'erwhelm'd with vastness, I exclaim,-
"Lord, what is man, whom Thou dost bless?
Lord, what is man, that he should claim
Thy watchful care and tenderness?

3 With glory hast Thou crown'd his head,
And made him lord of all below;-
The master's eye strikes brutes with dread,
And all their king and master know.”

4 Then, while he praises thy great name,
Let him a mild dominion wield,

And learn, while he respects thy claim,
The rev'rence, he exacts, to yield.

ALLEN.

FOURTH VERSION.-C. M. St. Martins. Newton.

Christ's Condescension.

1 O LORD, our Lord, how wondrous great
Is thine exalted name?

The glories of thy heav'nly state
Let men and babes proclaim.

2 When I behold thy works on high,
The moon, that rules the night,
And stars, that well adorn the sky,
Those moving worlds of light;

p 3 Lord, what is man, or all his race,
Who dwells so far below,

That Thou should'st visit him with grace,
And love his nature so?—

4 That thine eternal Son should bear
To take a mortal form,

Made lower than his angels are,
To save a dying worm?

5 The lesser glories of thy Son
Shone through the fleshy cloud ;—
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And men confess Him God.

6 Let Him be crown'd with majesty,
Who bow'd his head to death;
And be his honors sounded high
By all things, that have breath.

f 7 Jesus, our Lord, how wondrous great
Is thine exalted name?

The glories of thy heav'nly state
Let the whole earth proclaim!

WATTS.

FIFTH VERSION.-S. M. Dover. Bender.

God's Love to Man.

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Thy name is all divine;

Thy glories round the earth are spread,
And o'er the heav'ns they shine.

2 When to thy works most bright
I raise my wond'ring eyes,

And see the moon, complete in light,
Adorn the darksome skies ;-

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3 The stars when I survey,

And all their shining forms;

Lord, what is man, the child of clay,
Akin to dust and worms?

4 Lord, what before thy face

Is man of humble birth?

Next to thine angels is his place,
The master of the earth!

5 Thine honors crown his head,
While beasts, like slaves, obey,

And birds, with swiftest wings outspread,
And fish that cleave the sea.-

6 Thy bounties we proclaim;
How wondrous are thy ways?

Of dust and worms thy power can frame
A monument of praise.

WATTS.

SIXTH VERSION.-78. Southampton. Kimball.

Christ humbled and exalted.

1 JESUS, Lord, how excellent
Is thy name through earth's extent?
And how wondrously on high
Beams thy glory on the eye?

2 When the arch of azure hue,
Fill'd with worlds of light, I view,—
Silver moon, and glimm'ring star,
Twinkling from its depths afar;

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Should'st his form assume below?-
It was mercy brought Thee down
From the glories of thy throne!

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4 Breaking from thy rock-hewn tomb,
Thou didst rise to heav'n, thy home;
Now with honor art Thou crown'd,
And the earth thy praise shall sound!

ALLEN.

9. FIRST VERSION.-L. M. Danvers. Uxbridge.

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God a Judge and a Refuge.

1 WITH my whole heart thy praise I'll sing,
And show thy wondrous works, my King!