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

p 3 Be wise, ye high and low,

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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,
I slept, defended by thy pow'r ;
Not death shall make my heart afraid,
Though I should wake and rise no more.

mf 4 But God sustain'd me all the night:
Salvation doth to God belong:

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." mf 2 Yet art Thou my secure defence,

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

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,

I fear before Thee all the day,

I am forever thine!

p 2 And while I rest my weary head,
From cares and business free,
'Tis sweet conversing on my bed
With my own heart and Thee.

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

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Upon thy grace alone.

EV

<4 My peaceful thoughts to Thee I raise,
Then give mine eyes to sleep;
Thy hand in safety keeps my days,
And will my slumbers keep.

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SECOND VERSION.-68. Chaplin.

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[Repeat the first. 2 lines of the tune.
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.

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

As in a rocky cell

Thou makʼst 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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Say ye, "Give us the light,

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:-

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.

mp 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.

mf 4 But to thy house will I resort,
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.

mf 6 The men, who love and fear Thee, Lord,' 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.

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.

p 3 I thy holy temple seek

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

f 4 Let thy servants lift their voice,
In Thee let them all rejoice;
Let them grateful praises yield,
Thou art their defence and shield.

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ALLEN.

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,