QLEST is the man who shuns the place

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Where sinners love to meet;

Who fears to tread their wicked ways,
And hates the scoffer's seat:

2 But in the statutes of the Lord
Has placed his chief delight;
By day he reads or hears the word,
And meditates by night.

3 Green as the leaf, and ever fair,
Shall his profession shine;
While fruits of holiness appear
Like clusters on the vine.

4 Not so the impious and unjust;
What vain designs they form!
Their hopes are blown away like dust,
Or chaff before the storm.

5 Sinners, in judgment, shall not stand
Among the sons of grace,

When Christ, the Judge,at His right hand
Appoints His saints a place.

6 His eye beholds the path they tread,
His heart approves it well;
But crooked ways of sinners lead
Down to the gates of hell.

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If once His wrath arise,

Ye perish on the place: Then blessed is the soul that flies For refuge to His grace.

LORD,

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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.

2 Tired with the burdens of the day, To Thee I raised mine evening cry: Thou heardst 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:

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He raised my head to see the light;
I make His praise my morning song.

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ORD, Thou wilt hear me when I pray,

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 good conversing on my bed
With mine own heart and Thee.

3 I pay this evening sacrifice;
And when my work is done,

Great God, my faith, my hope relies
Upon Thy grace alone.

4 Thus, with my thoughts composed to I give mine eyes to sleep;

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Thy hand in safety keeps my days,

And will my slumbers keep.

[peace,

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1LORD, 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 all His saints,
Presenting at His Father's throne
Our songs and our complaints.

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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.

50 may Thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness;
Make every path of duty straight
And plain before my face.

(PSALM 6.)

Divine Help in Afliction.
Ionsite my guilty soul;
N anger, Lord, rebuke me not,

Let not Thy righteous wrath be hot;
Save me and make me whole.

2 My heart is vexed with sore distress;
But Thou, O Lord, how long?-
Return in grace and righteousness,
And make Thy love my song.

3 Death utters forth no note of praise,
The silent grave no prayer:
O do not now cut short my days,
Nor leave me to despair!

4 Long weary nights of pain and grief
My wasting strength destroy;
Lord, give these weeping eyes relief,
And change my tears to joy.

5 My prayer is heard-the Lord is nigh; He bids my foes depart;

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While shame o'erwhelms them suddenly, His mercy cheers my heart.

Christ's Condescension and Glory.
LORD, our Lord, how wondrous
Is Thine exalted name!
The glories of Thy heavenly 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;

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

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(PSALM 8.)

MONTGOMERY.

C.M.
Divine Glory and Condescension.

LORD, our King, how excellent
Thy name on earth is known!
Thy glory in the firmament,
How wonderfully shown!

2 Yet are the humble dear to Thee;
Thy praises are confessed
By infants lisping on the knee,
And sucklings at the breast.

3 When I behold the heavens on high,
The work of Thy right hand,
The moon and stars amid the sky,-
Thy lights in every land:

4 Lord, what is man, that Thou shouldst
On him to set Thy love,
[deign
Give him on earth awhile to reign,
Then fill a throne above

5 O Lord, how excellent Thy name!
How manifold Thy ways!
Let time Thy saving truth proclaim,
Eternity, Thy praise.

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WITH my whole heart 1'11 raise my
Thy wonders I'll proclaim; [song,
Thou, sovereign Judge of right and wrong,
Wilt put my foes to shame.

2 I'll sing Thy majesty and grace;
My God prepares His throne
To judge the world in righteousness,
And make His vengeance known.

8 Then shall the Lord a refuge prove
For all the poor oppressed;

To save the people of His love,
And give the weary rest.

4 The men that know Thy name will trust In Thine abundant grace;

For Thou dost ne'er forsake the just,
Who humbly seek Thy face.

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

Who executes His threatening word,
And doth His grace fulfil.

M What foe can injure me?

Y trust is in the Lord;

Why bid me like a bird
Before the fowler flee?

The Lord is on His heavenly throne,
Omnipotent to save His own.

2 The wicked may assail,
The tempter sorely try,
All earth's foundations fail,
All nature's springs be dry;
Yet God is in His holy shrine,
And I am strong while He is mine.

1 WHO shall ascend Thy heavenly place, Great God, and dwell before Thy The man that minds religion now, [face? And humbly walks with God below;

2 Whose heart is pure, whose hands are clean; [mean; Whose lips still speak the thing they No slanders dwell upon his tongue; He hates to do his neighbour wrong; 3 He loves his enemies, and prays For those that curse him to his face; And doth to all men still the same That he would hope or wish from them; 4 Yet, when his holiest works are done, His soul depends on grace alone :This is the man Thy face shall see, And dwell for ever, Lord, with Thee.

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3 O glorious hour! O blest abode
I shall be near and like my God;
And flesh and sin no more control
The sacred pleasures of my soul.

4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound;
Then burst the chainswith sweet surprise!
And in my Saviour's image rise.

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UST are Thy ways, and true Thy word,
Great rock of my secure abode:

Who is a God beside the Lord?

Or where's a refuge like our God?

2 'Tis He that girds me with His might,
Gives me His holy sword to wield;
And while with sin and hell I fight,
Spreads His salvation for my shield.
3 He lives, and blessed be my rock;
The God of my salvation lives:
The dark designs of hell are broke;
Sweet is the peace my Father gives.
4 Before the scoffers of the age

I will exalt my Father's name,
Nor tremble at their mighty rage,
But meet reproach, and bear the shame.

5 To David and his royal seed

Thy grace for ever shall extend ;

Thy love to saints in Christ, their Head, Knows not a limit, or an end.

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JHEN God is nigh, my faith is strong;
His arm is mine almighty prop:

Be glad my heart, rejoice my tongue,
My dying flesh shall rest in hope.

2 Though in the dust I lay my head,
Yet, gracious God, Thou wilt not leave
My soul for ever with the dead,
Nor lose Thy children in the grave.

3 My flesh shall Thy first call obey,
Shake off the dust, and rise on high;
Then shalt Thou lead the wondrous way
Up to Thy throne above the sky.

4 There streams of endless pleasure flow;
And full discoveries of Thy grace,
Which we but tasted here below, [place.
Spread heavenly joys through all the

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HOM should we love like Thee, Our God, our Guide, our King, The tower to which we flee,

The rock to which we cling?

O for a thousand tongues to show
The debt that we to mercy owe.

The storm upon us fell,
The floods around us rose,
The depths of death and hell
Seemed on our souls to close;

To God we cried in strong despair,

And God was nigh to help our prayer.

He came, the King of kings,

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He bowed the sable sky;

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And on the tempest's wings

Rode glorious from on high.

The earth before her Maker shook,

The mountains quaked at His rebuke.

Above the storm He stood,

And awed it to repose;

He drew us from the flood,
And scattered all our foos.

He sets us in a spacious place,

And there upholds us by His grace.

Whom should we love like Thee,
Our God, our Guide, our King,
The tower to which we flee,
The rock to which we cling?

O for a thousand tongues to show
The debt that we to mercy owe!

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(PSALM 18.) C.M. STERNHOLD. Jehovah our Help in Distress.

10 of force I must love Thee;

GOD, my strength and fortitude,

Thou art my castle and defence,
In my necessity.

2 The Lord Jehovah is my God,

My rock, my strength, my wealth; My strong Deliverer, and my trust, My spirit's only health.

3 In my distress I sought my God, I sought Jehovah's face;

My cry before Him came; He heard
Out of His holy place.

4 The Lord descended from above,
And bowed the heavens most high;
And underneath His feet He cast
The darkness of the sky.

5 On cherub and on cherubim
Full royally He rode,

And on the wings of mighty winds
Came flying all abroad.

6 The voice of God did thunder high,
The lightnings answered keen;
The channels of the deep were bared,
The world's foundations seen.

7 And so delivered He my soul:
Who is a rock but He?

He liveth-Blessed be my Rock!
My God exalted be!

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(PSALM 19.) L.M. The Two Revelations.

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Tin every star Thy wisdom shines;
HE heavens declare Thy glory, Lord,
But when our eyes behold Thy word,
We read Thy name in fairer lines.

2 The rolling sun, the changing light,
And nights and days Thy power confess:
But the blest volume Thou hast writ
Reveals Thy justice and Thy grace.

3 Sun, moon, and stars convey Thy praise
Round the whole earth, and never stand:
So when Thy truth began its race,
It touched and glanced on every land.
4 Nor shall Thy spreading Gospel rest,
Till through the world Thy truth has run;
Till Christ has all the nations blest
That see the light, or feel the sun.
5 Great Sun of Righteousness, arise,
Bless the dark world with heavenly light;
Thy gospel makes the simple wise,
Thy laws are pure, Thy judgments right.
6 Thy noblest wonders here we view,
In souls renewed and sins forgiven:
Lord, cleanse my sins, my soul renew,
And make Thy word my guide to heaven.
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(PSALM 19.)
For Lord's-day Morning.

1 BEHOLD the morning sun

Begins his glorious way:

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His beams through all the nations run, And life and light convey.

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But where the Gospel comes

It spreads diviner light;

It calls dead sinners from their tombs, And gives the blind their sight.

How perfect is Thy word!

And all Thy judgments just:
For ever sure Thy promise, Lord,
And men securely trust.

My gracious God, how plain
Are Thy directions given !
O may I never read in vain,
But find the path to heaven.

I hear Thy word with love,
And I would fain obey:

Send Thy good Spirit from above,
To guide me lest I stray.

While with my heart and tongue
I spread Thy praise abroad;
Accept the worship and the song,
My Saviour and my God.

2 Soon as the evening shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale,
And, nightly, to the listening earth,
Repeats the story of her birth:
Whilst all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.
8 What though, in solemn silence, all
Move round this dark terrestrial ball;
What though no real voice nor sound,
Amidst their radiant orbs be found;
In reason's ear they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice;
For ever singing as they shine,-
The hand that made us is Divine.

1 THE heavens declare His glory, Their Maker's skill the skies:

Each day repeats the story,
And night to night replies.

Their silent proclamation
Throughout the earth is heard;
The record of creation,

The page of nature's word.

2 There, from his bright pavilion,
Like eastern bridegroom clad,
Hailed by earth's thousand million
The sun sets forth: right glad
His glorious race commencing,
The mighty giant seems;
Through the vast round dispensing
His all-pervading beams.
8 So pure, so soul-restoring
Is truth's diviner ray;
A brighter radiance pouring
Than all the pomp of day;
The wanderer surely guiding
It makes the simple wise;
And evermore abiding,
Unfailing joy supplies.
4 Thy word is richer treasure
Than lurks within the mine;
And daintiest fare less pleasure
Yields, than this food divine.
How wise each kind monition!
Led by Thy counsels, Lord,
How safe the saints' condition!
How great is their reward!

5 But past transgressions pain me;
Lord, cleanse my heart within,
And evermore restrain me
From all presumptuous sin;
So let my whole behaviour,
Thoughts, words, and actions be,
O God, my strength and Saviour,
Acceptable to Thee.

2 The name of Jacob's God defends Better than shields or brazen walls; He from His sanctuary sends Succour and strength when Zion calls. 3 Well He remembers all our sighs, His love exceeds our best deserts; His love accepts the sacrifice Of humble groans and broken hearts. 4 In His salvation is our hope,

And, in the name of Israel's God, Our troops shall lift their banners up, Our navies spread their flags abroad. 5 Some trust in horses trained for war, And some of chariots make their boasts; Our surest expectations are

From Thee, the Lord of heavenly hosts. 6 Now save us, Lord, from slavish fear, Now let our hopes be firm and strong, Till Thy salvation shall appear, And joy and triumph raise the song.

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(PSALM 22.) L.M. WATTS. Christ's Sufferings and Glory.

Now let our mournful songs record

The dying sorrows of our Lord, When He complained in tears and blood, As one forsaken of His God.

2 The Jews behold Him thus forlorn,
And shake their heads, and laugh in
He rescued others from the grave; [scorn:
Now let Him try Himself to save.

3 They wound His head, His hands, His feet,
Till streams of blood each other meet;
By lot His garments they divide,
And mock the pangs in which He died.
4 But God, His Father, heard His cry;
Raised from the dead, He reigns on high;
The nations learn His righteousness,
And humble sinners taste His grace.

4 Thy hand, in sight of all my foes,
Doth still my table spread;
My cup with blessings overflows,
Thine oil anoints my head.

5 The sure provisions of my God
Attend me all my days:
O may Thy house be mine abode,
And all my work be praise.

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