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S. M.

XLVIII.

MOUNT EPHRAIM.
THESE temples of God's grace,

How beautiful they stand,
The honour of our native place,

And bulwarks of our land.
In Sion God is known,

A refuge in distress;
How bright has his salvation shone

Through all her palaces.
Oft have our fathers told,

Our eyes have often seen
How well our God secures the fold

Where his own sheep have been.
In every new distress

We'll to his house repair,
We'll think upon his wond'rous grace,

And seek deliv'rance there.

WAREHAM.

L. M.

XLIX.

LET all of every rank and age,
Around in list’ning numbers throng :
For wisdom shall my thoughts engage,
And heav'nly truth inspire my tongue.
How vain the power that wealth can give;
Alas, how impotent to save !
Can riches bid the sinner live,
Or keep a brother from the grave ?
Array'd in rank, with honor crown'd,
Man cannot long on earth abide ;
For soon his place shall not be found,
Forgotten shall be all his pride.
For when the just the earth shall leave,-
For like the wicked they must die,-
God will their ransom'd souls receive,
To reign with him eternally.

D

ASTON.

P. M.

L.

THE Lord hath spoke ; the mighty God
Hath sent his summons all abroad,

From dawning light till day declines :
The list'ning earth his voice hath heard ;
And he from Sion hath appear’d,

Where beauty in perfection shines.
Our God shall come, and keep no more
Misconstru'd silence, as before ;

But wasting flames before him send :
And, while around him tempests rage,
Himself shall heaven and earth engage,

His just tribunal to attend.
No sacrifice hath he requir'd,
Save hearts with love and zeal inspir'd,

And holy zeal to make them known :
Who praises God, due honour gives,
And to the man that justly lives

His great salvation will be shewn.

S. M.

LI.

ST, BRIDE's
HAVE mercy, Lord, on me,

As thou wert ever kind ;
Let me, opprest with loads of guilt,

Thy wonted mercy find.
Against thee, Lord, alone,

And only in thy sight,
Have I transgress’d, and though condemn'd,

Must own thy judgment right.
Make me to hear with joy
Thy kind forgiving voice ;
That so the bones which thou hast broke

May with fresh strength rejoice.
Withdraw not thou thy help,

Nor cast me from thy sight;
Nor let thy Holy Spirit take

Its everlasting flight.

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LII.

SAVOY.
BEHOLD the man of impious mind,
The man who ne'er on God reclin'd;
Whose heart on treasure'd stores relied,
In the vain confidence of pride.
While high in wealth and state he grew
He bade his heart its way pursue ;
Vainly secure—for God shall rise,
And, lo! the fated victim dies !
But I shall in his courts be seen
Fresh as the olive, ever green;
While there on his unchanging grace
My everlasting hopes I place.
Now I'll proclaim thy praise abroad;
Thine arm has conquer'd, Mighty God !
Thy name I'll trust, its power confess,
Thy saints delight that name to bless.

LIII.
ANGEL'S SONG.

L. M.
FROM heaven the mighty Lord look'd down,
From heaven, his high exalted throne,
To search, throughout this world's abode,
Who understand and seek their God.
From his appointed righteous way,
All, all, alas, are gone astray !
The way of peace they have not known,
And none is righteous, no, not one!
Guilty, condemn'd, deprav'd, and lost,
Who before God hath aught to boast?
Arise, O King of Zion, rise,
And bring salvation from the skies !
Then shall thy saints rejoice to sing,
And each glad heart its tribute bring ;
Pardon and peace shall then be given,
And myriads rise from earth to heaven.

BATH.

C. M.

LIV.

LORD, save me, for thy glorious name,

And in thy strength appear,
To judge my cause; accept my pray’r,

And to niy words give ear.
Mere strangers whom I never wrong'd,

To ruin me design’d;
And cruel men that fear no God,

Against my soul combin'd.
But God takes part with all my friends,

And he's the surest guard ;
The God of truth shall give my foes

Their falsehood's due reward.
While I my grateful off'ring bring,

And sacrifice with joy ;
And in his praise my time to come

Delightfully employ.

LV.

C. M.

BURFORD.
HOW often have I wish'd that I

The dove's swift wings could get;
That I might take my speedy flight,

And seek a safe retreat.
Then would I wander far from hence,

And in wild deserts stray,
Till all this furious storm were spent,

This tempest past away.
Vain hopes and vain inventions all,

To 'scape the rage of hell.
The mighty God on whom I call,

Can save me here as well.
I cast my burdens on the Lord,

The Lord sustains them all ;
My courage rests upon his word,

His saints shall never fall.

C. M.

LVI.

ST. DAVID's. WHAT though sometimes surpris'd by fear,

On danger's first alarm,
Yet still for succour I depend

On thy Almighty arm.
Thou number'st all my steps, since first

I was compell’d to flee ;
My very tears are treasur'd up,

And register'd by thee.
Thou hast retriev'd my soul from death,

And thou wilt still secure
The life thou hast so oft preserv'd,

And make my footsteps sure.
That thus protected by thy power,

I may this light enjoy,
And in the service of my God

My lengthen'd days employ.

L. M.

LVII.

ISLINGTON.
THY mercy, Lord, to us extend,
On thee alone our hopes depend;
Thy shelt’ring wings around us cast,
Till life's rude storm be overpast.
To thy blest throne we joyful fly,
Thou sov’reign Lord and God most high,
Who wonders has for us begun,
And wilt not leave thy work undone.
Thy praises, Lord, we'll still resound,
To all the list’ning nations round:
Thy truth beyond the clouds extends,
Thy grace the highest heaven transcends.
Be thou, O Lord, exalted high ;
And as thy glory fills the sky,
So let it be on earth display'd,
Till thou art here as there obey'd.

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