In Thee will I rejoice, Most High!
And celebrate thy Majesty.

2 O Thou, whose throne is fix'd in light,
Thou hast maintain'd my cause and right;
But all the wicked Thou wilt slay;

E'en their memorial sinks away.

3 Thou, Lord, forever wilt endure, Thy law is just, thy judgments sure; Thy justice shall the world confess, When judg'd by Thee in righteousness. p 4 Thou art a refuge for th' oppress'd,

Thy love in trouble makes them blest;
Therefore shall they, who know thy grace,
Confide in Thee, and seek thy face.

f 5 Then praises to your God and King,
Ye saints, with gladsome voices sing;
His works of mercy ceaseless tell;
In Zión He delights to dwell.

ALLEN.

SECOND VERSION.-C. M. Lutzen. Marlow.
God the Confidence of the Righteous.

of 1 WITH my whole heart I'll raise my song, Thy wonders I'll proclaim;

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Thou sovereign Judge of right and wrong
Wilt put my foes to shame.

2 Thee, glorious God, I'll praise and bless!
Thou dost prepare thy throne

To judge the world in righteousness,
And make thy vengeance known.

3 Thou, Lord, wilt safest refuge prove
For all, who are oppress'd,

To guard the people of thy love,
And give the weary rest,

- 4 The men, who know thy name, will trust
In thy abundant grace,

For Thou didst ne'er forsake the just,
Who humbly sought thy face.

f 5 Sing praises to the righteous Lord,
Who dwells on Zion's hill,

Who executes his threat'ning word,
And doth his grace fulfil.

WATTS.

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THIRD VERSION.-C. M. Downs. Patmos.

The Equity of Providence.

1 WHEN the great Judge, supreme and just,
Shall once inquire for blood,

The humble souls, who mourn in dust,
Shall find a faithful God.

2 He from the dreadful gates of death
Does his own children raise:

In Zion's gates, with cheerful breath,
They sing their Father's praise.

- 3 By thy just judgments, mighty God,
Are thy deep counsels known;

When men of mischief are destroy'd,
The snare must be their own.

4 Rise, great Redeemer, from thy seat,
To judge and save the poor;

mf Let nations tremble at thy feet,
And man prevail no more.

5 Thy thunder shall affright the proud,
And put their hearts to pain,

Make them confess, that Thou art God,
And they but feeble men.

WATTS.

10. FIRST VER.-L. M. Old Hundred. Hamburg.

God the Reprover of the impious.

1 O, LORD, why standest Thou afar,
When raging foes urge on their war,
And impious men, in swelling pride,
Thy pow'r and providence deride ?
2 Blind to thy glories, spread abroad,
Have they not said, "there is no God?"
Then, Lord, stretch out thy mighty hand;
Let them thy judgments understand.

3 Arise! O, Lord, our God, arise!
And hear thy mourning servants' cries ;
Let wicked men oppress no more,
And shield the fatherless and poor.

f 4 0, God, most High, th' eternal King,
Thy promis'd works of grace we sing,

For idol gods shall bow their head,
And through the world thy gospel spread!

ALLEN.

SECOND VERSION.-C. M. Nottingham. Colchester.
God the Defence of the Righteous.

1 LORD, shall the wicked still deride
Thy justice and thy power?

Shall they advance their heads in pride,
And still thy saints devour?

mf 2 Arise, 0, Lord; lift up thy hand,
Attend our humble cry;

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No enemy shall dare to stand,
When God ascends on high.

3 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray,
And cause thine ear to hear,—
Hearken to what thy children say,
And put the world in fear.

mf 4 Proud tyrants shall no more oppress,
No more despise the just;

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And mighty sinners shall confess,
They are but earth and dust.

WATTS.

THIRD VERSION.-S. M. Olmutz. Watchman.

God the Avenger.

1 THY face why dost Thou hide,
When troubles throng around,
And men of wickedness and pride
The poor cast to the ground?

2 Like lion from his den,
They lie in wait each day,

Then spring upon incautious men,
And make the wretch their prey.
3 They say with taunts and flings;
"God's eye doth not behold;
His justice no avengement brings:
We'll sin with purpose bold !"-

4 Sees not thy searching eye,
And wilt Thou not requite?

Then strike the wicked from on high,
And drive them from thy sight.

mp 5 Thou hear'st the humble pray'r, And none seek Thee in vain ; The fatherless shall be thy care,

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And justice ever reign!

ALLEN.

11. FIRST VERS.-L. M. Brentford. Alfreton.

Condition of the Righteous and Wicked.
1 MY refuge is the God of love:
Why do my foes insult and cry,
"Fly like a tim'rous, trembling dove,
To distant woods or mountains fly?"
mf 2 The Lord in heav'n has fix'd his throne,
His eye surveys the world below:
To Him all mortal things are known;
To Him all sinful power must bow.

3 If to his saints He seem severe,
To prove their love and try their grace;
What must the bold transgressors fear?
His very soul abhors their ways.

4 On impious wretches He shall rain
Tempests of brimstone, fire, and death!
Such, as He kindled on the plain
Of Sodom with his angry breath.

5 The righteous Lord loves righteous souls,
Whose thoughts and actions are sincere,
And with a gracious eye beholds

The men, who his own image bear.

WATTS.

SECOND VERSION.-S. M. Dover. Olmutz.
God the Righteous Judge.

1 THE wicked bend their bow,

With arrow on the string;

Yet, Lord, my trust in Thee, I know,

Shall never sorrow bring.

2 Thy throne is plac'd on high,

But earth is in thy view,

And, while thy servants Thou dost try,
Bold sinners meet their due.

3 As Sodom by the fire

And storm sunk with the dead;
So shall the tempest of thine ire
Sweep foes to ruin dread.

- 4 But Thou, O Lord, on high

Dost love thy servants well,

f And Thou wilt lift them to the sky, With Thee fore'er to dwell!

ALLEN.

THIRD VERSION.—78. Nuremburg. Kimball,
God the defence of the Righteous.

1 IN the Lord I put my trust,
God Almighty and most just:
Why then bid me take my flight,
Like a bird to mountain's height?
2 Lo, the wicked bend their bow,
Aiming good men to bring low;
Yet the Lord, enthron'd on high,
Sees, and to his saints is nigh.
3 On the wicked He shall rain
Fire and brimstone down again;
For the wicked He doth hate,
And their pride he will abate.

mf 4 On the righteous He will send
Joys and glories without end;
He will bless them with his love,
Measureless like heav'n above!

ALLEN.

12. FIRST VERSION.-L. M. Hebron. Seasons.

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God's help in evil Times.

1 HELP, Lord; the godly man has fled,
The faithful no where can be found,
Mildew from every lip is shed,

And truth is fallen to the ground.

2 The scorner proud things dares to speak,
Dishonoring thy glorious name:-

He asks,-"Shall God regard the meek?
Can God on high man's rev'rence claim?”

3 To vindicate thy suff'ring poor,

O Lord, in majesty arise;

Let selfishness oppress no more,—
Abase the pride, which Thee defies.

Aff 4 Thy words are sweet unto my taste:
They shine in purity of light;