The Lord their vain designs controls,
And in his wrath will vex their souls.

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And serve the Lord with fear;
Humbly to Jesus bow,

While mercy's call ye hear ;-
Blest are the men, in Him who trust,
A crown awaits them with the just!

ALLEN.

3. FIRST VERSION.-L. M. St. Pauls. Alfreton.

A Morning Psalm.

1 O LORD, how many are my foes,
In this weak state of flesh and blood?
My peace they daily discompose,
But my defence and hope is God.

p 2 Tir'd with the burdens of the day,
To Thee I rais'd an evening cry:
Thou heard'st, when I began to pray,
And thine almighty help was nigh.
3 Supported by thy heav'nly aid,

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I slept, defended by thy pow'r ;

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He rais'd my head to see the light,

And make his praise my morning song. WATTS. SECOND VERSION.-L. M. Medway. Nazareth. God our Defence.

mp 1 HOW wide the torrent of my woes?

How bold and num'rous, Lord, my foes?
With taunting, impious words they say,
""Tis vain to hope in God and pray."

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My Shield, and Rock, and Confidence:-
I sought Thee in my sore distress,
And Thou didst hear, and love, and bless.

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3 I laid me down in peril's path,

Nor fear'd my foes' revengeful wrath;

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In peace I slept, and morning's light
Prov'd thy sustaining hand by night.
4 Though thousands, then, in thick array
Shall press me, 'twill not bring dismay;
Thou wilt appear my Savior God,
And scatter all my foes abroad!

ALLEN.

4. FIRST VERSION.-C. M. Corinth. Woodstock. An Evening Psalm.

aff 1 LORD, Thou wilt hear me, when I pray, Thy face on me shall shine,

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I fear before Thee all the day,
I am forever thine!

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

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3 I pay this evening sacrifice:
And when my work is done,
Great God, my faith, my hope relies
Upon thy grace alone.

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Then give mine eyes to sleep;

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Thy hand in safety keeps my days,
And will my slumbers keep.

SECOND VERSION.-68.

Chaplin.

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God our Portion.

1 MANY there be, that say,
"Who yet will show us good?”
Talking like this world's brood;
But, Lord, thus let me pray,
"On us lift up the light

Of thy blest count'nance bright!"

2 Into my heart more joy
And gladness hast Thou put,
Than when a year of glut
Their stores doth over-cloy,
And from their plenteous grounds
Their corn and wine abounds.

WATTS.

3 In peace at once will I
Both lay me down and sleep,
For Thou alone dost keep
Me safe, where'er I lie;

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As in a rocky cell

Thou mak'st me safely dwell.

MILTON.

THIRD VERSION.-S. P. M. Dalston.

God a Refuge.

Aff 1 OH, hear me in distress,

God of my righteousness,

And give enlargement from my grief;
My erring ways I mourn,—

In thy great mercy turn,

And cheer me with the glad relief.

2 Ye Sinners, meditate.

On your sad, ruin'd state

In silence on your midnight-bed;
And, as ye stand in awe

Of God's most holy law,

Oh, seek His grace, who for you bled!

3 While many say with fear,
"Our darkness who can cheer,

And plenteous, earthly good bestow?"

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Lord, of thy face most bright,

Then we the bliss of heav'n shall know!"

ALLEN.

5. FIRST VERSION.-L. M. Medway. Nazareth.

Prayer to God.

Aff 1 LORD, hearken to my mournful cry,
And let thy saving power be nigh;
With every morning's light I'll bring
My pray'r to Thee, my God and King.
2 Thy temple will I rev'rent seek,
And bow in worship with the meek,
Pleading the wonders of thy love,
And asking mercies from above.

3 Never shall evil dwell with Thee,
And from thy presence sinners flee ;

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But, though the wicked Thou destroy,
Let good men ever shout for joy.

4 On righteous men, whom Thou dost know,
Salvation, Lord, wilt Thou bestow,
To them thy grace wilt freely yield,
And compass them as with a shield.

ALLEN.

SECOND VERSION.-C. M. Dedham. Downs.
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:-

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2 Up to the hills, where Christ is
To plead for all his saints,
Presenting at his Father's throne
Our songs and our complaints.

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The wicked shall not stand;
Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,
Nor dwell at thy right hand.

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To taste thy mercies there;

I will frequent thy holy court,
And worship in thy fear.

mp 5 My feet O may thy Spirit guide

In righteous, holy ways,

That from thy paths I ne'er may slide,
Nor sink in dread amaze.

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Shall see thy face reveal'd,

Protected by thy mighty word,

As compass'd with a shield.

WATTS.

THIRD VERSION.-C. M. St. Anns. London.

Worship of God.

1 JEHOVAH, to my words give ear,

My meditation weigh ;

My King, my God, my voice O hear,
For I to Thee will pray.

2 Thou in the morn my voice shalt hear;
Lord, in the morning I

Will unto Thee direct my prayer,
And will look up on high.

3 For thou art not a God, that will
In wickedness delight,

Nor shall with Thee dwell any ill,
Nor fools stand in thy sight.

4 But I will to thy house draw near
In thine abundant grace;
And I will worship in thy fear
Towards thy Holy Place.

N. ENGLAND PSALMS.

FOURTH VERSION.-78. Kimball. Nuremburg.

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Pleading with God.

1 HEAR me, O my God, most high,
Hearken to my humble cry,-
Cry with every morning's light
From a suppliant in thy sight.

- 2 Evil shall not dwell with Thee;
Sinners from thy face shall flee;
Men of falsehood and of blood
Shall be swept with vengeful flood.

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With the humble and the meek ;
Grant thy favor, Lord, and bless,
Lead me in thy righteousness.

4 Let thy servants lift their voice,
In Thee let them all rejoice;
Let them grateful praises yield,

Thou art their defence and shield. ALLEN.

6. FIRST VER.-L. M. Sunderland. Randolph. Prayer in Sorrow and Sickness heard.

Aff 1 THOUGH I deserve thy chast'ning rod,
Rebuke me not in wrath, O God!

Have pity on my guilty soul,
And all my grief and fears control.

2 Bring me not down unto the grave,
But let thy pard'ning mercy save,