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5 Furnish me, Lord, with heavenly arms 2 True, 'tis a strait and thorny road,

From grace's magazine,
And I'll proclaim eternal war
With every darling sin.

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And mortal spirits tire and faint;
But they forget the mighty God,
That feeds the strength of every saint.
Is ever new, and ever young, [power
3 The mighty God, whose matchless
And firm endures, while endless years
Their everlasting circles run.
From thee, the overflowing spring,
Our souls shall drink a fresh supply,
While such as trust their native strength
Shall melt away, and droop, and die.
5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air,

HYMN 116. B. 2. C. M.
Christmas, Abridge.
Mercies and thanks.
W can I sink with such a prop
As my eternal God,
Who bears the earth's huge pillars up,
And spreads the heavens abroad?
2 How can I die while Jesus lives,
Who rose, and left the dead?
Pardon and grace my soul receives
From mine exalted Head.

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We'll mount aloft to thine abode;
On wings of love our souls shall fly,
Nor tire amidst the heavenly road.

3 All that I am, and all I have, Shali be forever

Whate'er my duty bids me give, 339

My cheerful hands resign.

4 Yet, if I might make some reserve,
And duty did not call,
I love my God with zeal so great,
That I should give him all.

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HYMN 140. B. 2. C. M. X Barby, Abridge, Peterboro'. The examples of Christ and the saints

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GIV
IVE me the wings of faith, to rise

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Within the veil, and see
The saints above, how great their joys,
How bright their glories be!

2 Once they were mourning here below,
And wet their couch with tears;
They wrestled hard, as we do now,

With sins, and doubts, and fears.
3 I ask them whence their victory came ?5
They, with united breath,
Ascribe their conquest to the Lamb;
Their triumph to his death.

4 They mark'd the footsteps that he trod, (His zeal inspir'd their breast;) And, following their incarnate God, Possess'd the promis'd rest.

HYMN 48. B. 1. L. M. *
Truro, Dunstan.

5 Our glorious Leader claims our praise,
For his own pattern given;
While the long cloud of witnesses
Show the same path to heaven.

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The Christian race.
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WAKE, our souls; away, our fears,
Let every trembling thought be gone!
Awake, and run the heavenly race,
And put a cheerful courage on.

HYMN 77. B. 2. L. M. X
Blendon, Dunstan.

March to the gates of endless joy,
Where thy great Captain-Saviour's gone.
2 Hell and thy sins resist thy course;
But hell and sin are vanquish'd foes;
Thy Jesus nail'd them to the cross,
And sung the triumph when he rose.
[What though the prince of darkness rage,
And waste the fury of his spite!
Eternal chains confine him down
To fiery deeps and endless night.
4 What though thine inward lusts rebel!
'Tis but a struggling gasp for life ;
The weapons of victorious grace
Shall slay thy sins, and end the strife.]
Then let my soul march boldly on,
Press forward to the heavenly gate;
There peace and joy eternal reign,
And glittering robes for conquerors wait.
6 There shall I wear a starry crown,
And triumph in almighty grace,
While all the armies of the skies
Join in my glorious Leader's praise.

The Christian warfare.

AND up,my soul,shake off thy fears, armour on;

PSALM 144. 1st Part. C. M. *
St. Anns, Kingston.

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Assistance and victory in the spiritual warfare.
OREVER blessed be the Lord,
My Saviour and my shield;
He sends his Spirit with his word,
To arm me for the field.
When sin and hell their force unite,
He makes my soul his care,
Instructs me to the heavenly fight.
And guards me through the war

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4 His hand provides my constant food, 3 In God, most holy, just, and true,
He fills my daily cup;
I have repos'd my trust;
Nor will I fear what flesh can do,
The offspring of the dust.

Much am I pleas'd with present good,
But more rejoice in hope.
5 God is my portion, and my joy!
His counsels are my light:
He gives me sweet advice by day,
And gentle hints by night.
6 My soul would all her thoughts approve
To his all-seeing eye:
Not death nor hell my hopes shall move,
While such a friend is nigh,

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4 They wrest my words to mischief still,
Charge me with unknown faults;
Mischief doth all their counsels till,
And malice all their thoughts.

THOU, whose justice reigns on high,
And makes oppressor cease;
Behold how envious sinners try
To vex and break my peace.
: The sons of violence and lies
Join to devour me, Lord;
But as my hourly dangers rise,
My refuge is thy word..

5 Shall they escape without thy frown?
Must their devices stand?

O cast the haughty sinner down,
And let him know thy hand!
PAUSE.

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When to thy throne I raise my cry,

The fear and

5 New passions still their souls engage,
And keep their malice strong;
What shall be done to curb thy rage,
O thou devouring tongue!

6 Should burning arrows smite thee through,'M

Strict justice would approve;
But I had rather spare my foe,
And melt his heart with love.

So swift is prayer to reach the sky,
So near is God to me.

8 In thee, most holy, just, and true,
I have repos'd my trust;

Nor will I fear what man `can do,
The offspring of the dust.

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Thy solemn vows are on me, Lord,
Thou shalt receive my praise;
I'll sing, "How faithful is thy word!
"How righteous all thy ways!"

10 Thou hast secur'd my soul from death!
O set thy prisoner free;
That heart and hand, and life and breath
May be employ'd for thee.

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PSALM 31. 2d Part. C. M. *
Deliverance from slender and reproach.
Rochester, St. James.
Y heart in name,

My God, my help, my trust;

Thou hast preserv'd my face from shame,
Mine honour from the dust.

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2" My life is spent with grief," I cried,
My years consum'd in groans, [dry'd,
"My strength decays, mine eyes are
"And sorrow wastes my bones."
Among mine enemies my name
Was a mere proverb grown,
While to my neighbours I became
Forgotten and unknown.

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The lying lips to silence brought,
And made their boastings vain!
6 Thy children from the strife of tongues

Shall thy pavilion hide,
Guard them from infamy and wrongs,
And crush the sons of pride.
7 Within thy secret presence, Lord,
Let me forever dwell;
No fenced city, wall'd and barr'd,
Secures a saint so well.

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PSALM 118. 1st Part. C. M.
St. David, St. Asaph.
Deliverance from tumult.
Lord appears my helper now,
Nor is my faith afraid
What all the sons of earth can do,

Since heaven affords its aid.

2 'Tis safer, Lord, to hope in thee, And have my God my friend, Than trust in men of high degree,

And on their truth depend.

3 Like bees my foes beset me round,
A large and angry swarm;
But I shall all their rage confound
By thine almighty arm.

41 dwell in darkness and unseen,
My heart is desolate within;
My thoughts in musing silence trace
The ancient wonders of thy grace.
5 Thence I derive a glimpse of hope
To bear my sinking spirits up;
I stretch my hands to God again,
And thirst, like parched lands, for rain.
6 For thee I thirst, I pray, I mourn:
When will thy smiling face return?
Shall all my joys on earth remove?
And God forever hide his love?

4 'Tis through the Lord my heart is strong,
In him my lips rejoice;
While his salvation is my song,
How cheerful is my voice!
5 Like angry bees they girt me round;

When God appears, they fly:
So burning thorns, with crackling sound,
Make a fierce blaze, and die.
6 Joy to the saints and peace belongs:
The Lord protects their days:
Let Israel tune immortal songs
To his almighty grace.

7 My God, thy long delay to save
Will sink thy prisoner to the grave:
My heart grows faint,and dim mine eye:
Make haste to help before I die.

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The night is witness to my tears,
Distressing pains, distressing fears;
O might I hear thy morning voice,
How would my wearied powers rejoice.
9 In thee I trust, to thee I sigh,

And lift my heavy soul on high;
For thee sit waiting all the day,
And wear the tiresome hours away.
10 Break off my fetters, Lord, and show,
Which is the path my feet should go;
If snares and foes beset the road,
I flee to hide me near my God.
11 Teach me to do thy holy will,
And lead me to thy heavenly hill;
Let the good Spirit of thy love
Conduct me to thy courts above.
12 Then shall my soul no more complain
The tempter then shall rage in vain
And flesh, that was my foe before,
Shall never vex my spirit more.

PSALM 55. C. M.
Wantage, Bangor.

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PSALM 143. L. M.

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Support for the afflicted and tempted soul.

10 GOD, my refuge, hear my cries,

349 German, Eaton, Putney.
Complaint of heavy affliction in mind
and body.
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my tears,
For earth and hell my hurt devise,
And triumph in my fears.

'MY righteous Judge,pread my hands 2 Their rage is levell'd at my life,

abroad,

My soul with guilt they load,
And fill my thoughts with inward strife,
To shake my hope in God.
3With inward pain my heartstrings sound

And cry for succour from thy throne:
O make thy truth and mercy known.
2 Let judgment not against me pass;
Behold thy servant pleads thy grace:
Should justice call us to thy bar,
No man alive is guiltless there.
3 Look down in pity, Lord, and see
The mighty woes that burden me;
Down to the dust my life is brought,
Like one long bury'd and forgot.

I groan with every breath:
Horror and fear beset me round,
Among the shades of death.
40 were I like a feather'd dove,

And innocence had wings;
I'd fly, and make a long remove
From all these restless things.

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4We,for whom God theSon came down,
And labour'd for our good;
How careless to secure that crown
He purchas'd with his blood!

The tumult of my thoughts
Doth but enlarge my wo:
My spirit languishes, my heart
Is desolate and low.

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5 Lord, shall we lie so sluggish still,
And never act our parts?
Come, holy Dove, from th' heavenly hill,

And sit and warm our hearts.

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6 Then shall our active spirits move;
Upward our souls shall rise;
With hands of faith, and wings of love
We'll fly, and take the prize.
I

WATTS.

With every morning light My sorrow new begins; Lock on my anguish and my pain, And pardon all my sins.

PAUSE.

Behold the hosts of hell!
How cruel is their hate!

Against my life they rise, and join
Their fury with deceit.

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