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-I- Calls the south nations, and awakes the
north ;
From east to west the sovereign orders spread,
Through distant worlds, and regions of the dead.
The trumpet sounds ; hell trembles ; heaven rejoices:
Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices.

2 No more shall atheists mock his long delay ;
His vengeance sleeps no more ; behold the day:
Behold the Judge descend ; hi? guards are nigh ;
Tempests and fire attend him aown the sky.
When Qod appears, all nature shall adore him ;
While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him.

3 'Heaven, earth, and hell draw near: let all

things come,
' To hear my justice, and the sinner's doom!
But gather first my saints,' the Judge commands ;
' Bring them, ye angels, from their distant lands.'
When Christ returns, wake every cheerful passion ;
And shout, ye saints ; he comes for your salvation.

4 ' Behold, my cov'nant stands for ever good,
'Seal'd by th' eternal sacrifice in blood,

' And sign'd with all their names ; — the Greek,
the Jew,

* Who paid the ancient worship, or the new.'
There , s no distinction here ; join all your voices,
dndraiseyour heads, ye saints ; for heavenrejoices.

5 * Here,' saith the Lord, ' ye angels, spread their

thrones,

* And near me seat my fav'rites and my sons :

* Come, my redeem'd, possess the joys prepar'd
' Ere time began ; 'tis your divine reward '
When Christ returns, wake ev'ry cheerful passion
&nd shout, ye saints ; he comes for your salvation



PSALM 50. 131

PAUSE THE FIRST. Landaff.

6 [' I am the Saviour, I th' almighty God ;

4 1 am the Judge : ye heavens, proclaim abroad
' My just, eternal sentence, and declare
' Those awful truths, that. sinners dread to heai,'
When Ood appears, all nature shall adore him,
While sinners tremble, sai-yits rejoice before him. - ]

7 ' Stand forth, thou bold blasphemer, and profane
' Now feel my wrath, nor call my threat'nings vains
' Thou hypocrite, once drest in saint's attire—

' I doom the painted hypocrite to fire.'
Judgment proceeds ; hell trembles ; heavenrejoices
Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices

8 [' Not for the want of goats and bullocks slain,
' Do 1 condemn thee ; bulls and goats are vain,

' Without the flames of love : in vain the store
' Of brutal off'rings, that were mine before.'
Earth is the Lord's .- all nature shall adore him:
While sinners tremble, saints rejoice before him.

9 ' If I were hungry, would I ask thee food ?

' When did I thirst, or drink thy bullock's blood '

* Mine are the tamer beasts, and savage breed, [feed,
' Flocks, herds, and fields, and forests where they
All is the Lord's ; he rules the wide creation :
dives sinners vengeance, and the saints salvation.!

10 ' Can I be flatter'd with thy cringing bows,
'Thy solemn chatt'rings and fantastic vows?

' Are my eyes charm'd thy vestments to behold ;
' Glaring in gems, and gay in woven gold ?'
Ood is the Judge of hearts ; no fair disguises
Can screen the cruilty, ivhen his vengeance rises.

PAUSE THE SECOND
11 ' Unthinking wretch ! how couldst thou hope to

* A God, a Spirit, with such toys as these ? [please
' While, with my grace and statutes on thy tongue
' Thou lov'st deceit, and dost thy brother wrong.
Judgment proceeds ; hell trembles ; heaven rejoices
Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful voices.

12 [' In vain to pious forms thy zeal pretends,
'Thieves and adult'rers are thy chosen friends:
' While the false flatt'rei at my altar waits,
'His harden'd soul divine instruction hates.'
Ood is the Judge of hearts : no fair disguises
Can screen the guilty, when his vengeance rises (



132 PSALM 51.



13 ' Silent I waited, with long-sufFring love :
'But didst thou hope that 1 should ne'er reprove?

• And cherish such an impious thought within,
1 That the All-Holy would indulge thy sin?'
See, God appears ! all nature joins t' oAore him:
Judgment proceeds, and sinners fall before him.

14 [' Behold my terroura now: my thunders roll,
' And thy own crimes affright thy guilty soul:

• Now like a lion shall my vengeance tear

' Thy bleeding heart, and no deliverer near.'
Judgment concludes; hell trembles ; heavenrejoices:
Lift up your heads, ye saints, with cheerful vocces.]

EP1PHONEMA.

15 Sinners, awake betimes ; ye fools, be wiea
Awake, befote this dreadful morning rise, [anuria,
Change your vain thoughts, your crooked works
Fly to the Saviour, make the Judge your friend
Then join, ye saints ; wake every cheerful passion.
When Christ returns, he comes fur your salvation

PSALM 51. L. M. 1st Part. Carthage. Geneva. [I "!

A Penitent pleading for Pardon.
p 1 ^ HEW pity, Lord, O Lord, forgive ;

£3 Let a repenting rebel live :
e Are not thy mercies large and free ?
May not a sinner trust in thee ?

— 2 My crimes are great, hut can't surpass

The power and glory of thy grace ;
g Great God, thy nature hath no bound,
— So let thy pard'ning love be found.

3 O wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean;
p Here on my heart the burden lies,
And past offences pain mine eyes.

e 4 My lips with shame my sins confess,
Against thy law, against thy grace:
Lord, should thy judgments grow severe,
1 am condemn'd, but thou art clear.

o 5 Should sudden vengeanc? seize my breath,
e I must pronounce thee just in death j
t And if my soul were sent to hell,
Thy righteous law approves it wll






PSALM 5i. 133

e 6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
— Whose hope, still hov'ring round thy word,
o Would light on some sweet promise there.
Some sure support against despair.

L. M. 2nd Part. Jlrmlcy. Geneva, [b]
Original and actual Sin confessed.
elT ORD, I am vile, conceiv'd in sin,
-L* And born unholy and unclean ;
Sprung from the man, whose guilty fall
Corrupts the race, and taints us all.

2 Soon as we draw our infant breath,
The seeds of sin grow up for death:
Thy law demands a perfect heart,
But we're defil'd in every part.

3 [Great God , create my heart anew,
And form my spirit pure and true }

O make me wise betimes to spy
My danger and my remedy.]

d 4 Behold, I fall before thy face ;
My only refuge is thy grace :
No outward forms can make me clean ;
The leprosy lies deep within.

5 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast,
Nor hyssop branch, nor sprinkling priest,
Nor running brook, nor flood, nor sea,
Can wash the dismal stain away.

— 6 Jesus, my God, thy blood alone

Hath power sufficient to atone :
o Thy blood can make me white as snow ;

No Jewish types can cleanse me so.

e 7 [While guilt disturbs and breaks my paace.
Nor flesh nor suit hath rest nor ease,

—Lord, let me hear thy pard'ning voice,
And make my broken bones rejoice.]

L. M. 3d Part. Gloucester. Bath. [*]
The Penitent restored.
e 1 /~\ THOU, who hear'st when sinners cry,
v-J Though all my crimes before thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their mem'ry from thy book



134 PSALM 51.

—2 Create my nature pure within,
And form my soul averse from sin ;
Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart,
Nor hide thy presence from my heart.

e 3 [I cannot live without thy light,
Cast out and banish'd from thy sight 1

—Thy holy joys, my God, restore,
And guard me that 1 fall no more.

e 4 Though I have griev'd thy Spirit, Lord,
—Thy help and comfort still afford :

And let a wretch come near thy throne,

To plead the merits of thy Son.

5 A broken heart, my God, my King,

Is all the sacrifice I bring ;
o The God of grace will ne'er despise

A broken heart for sacrifice.]

p 6 My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns thy dreadful sentence just ;
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemn'd to die.

— 7 Then will I teach the world thy ways,
Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace ;

o I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,
And they shall praise a pard'ning God.

8 O may thy love inspire my tongue !
o Salvation shall be all my song ;
b And all my powers shall join to bless

The Lord, my strength and righteousness.

C. M. 1st Part. Bangor, [b]
Sin confessed and pardoned.

1 [T ORD, I would spread my sore distress,

i-J And guilt, before thine eyes ;
e Against thy laws, against thy grace,
How high my crimes arise !

2 Shouldst thou condemn my soul to hell,
And crush my iiesli to dust,

Heaven would approve thy vengeance well,
And earth must own it just.

—3 I from the stock of Adam came,
Unholy and unclean ;
All my original is shame,
And all my nature sin.



PSALM 51, 53. 135



4 Born in a world of guilt, I drew

Contagion with my breath ;
And, as my days advanc'd, I grew

A juster prey for death.

e 5 Cleanse me, O Lord, and cheer my sml
With thy forgiving love ;
O make my broken spirit whole,
And bid my pains remove.

6 Let not thy Spirit quite depart,

Nor drive me from thy face ;
Create anew my vicious heart,

And fill it with thy grace.

o 7 Then will I make thy mercy known,

Before the sons of men ;
o Backsliders shall address thy throne,

And turn to God again.]

CM. 2nd Part. Bishopsgate. Canterbury, [Tj.

Repentance, and Faith in the Blood of Christ.

el A GOD of mercy, hear my call,

v-7 My load of guilt remove ;

Break down this separating wall,

That bars me from thy love.

—2 Give me the presence of thy grace ;
o Then my rejoicing tongue
j Shall speck aloud thy righteousness,
And make thy praise my song

e 3 No blood of goats, nor heifer slain,

For sin could e'er atone ;
o The death of Christ shall still remain

Sufficient and alone.

— 4 A soul oppress'd with sin's desert,
My God will ne'er despise ;
A humb'.e groan, a broken heart,
Is our best sacrifice.

PSALM 53. C. M. Mear. [*]
V. 4 — 6. Victory and Deliverance frem Perseeu
tion.
1 A RE all the foes of Zion fools,
A Who thus devour her saints?
Do they not know her Saviour rules,
And pities her complaints?



136 PSALM 55.

2 They shall be seiz'd with sad surprise ;
For God's revenging arm

Scatters the bones of them, who rise
To do his children harm.

3 In vain the sons of Satan boast
Of armies in array ;

When God lias first despis'd their host,
They fall an easy prey.

4 O for a word from Zion's King,
Her captives to restore !

Jacob with all the tribes shall sing,
And Judah weep no more.

PSALM 55. C. M. Canterlmry. [b]

V 1—8, 16, 17, 18, 22. Support for the afflicted
and tempted Soul.

1 [f~\ GOD, my refuge, hear my cries,

^J Behold my flowing tears ;
For earth and hell my hurt devise,
And triumph in my fears.

2 Their rage is levell'd at my life,
My soul with guilt they load ;

And fill my thoughts with inward strife,
To shake my hope in God.

3 With inward pain my heart-strings sound ;
1 groan with every breath j

Horrour and fear beset me round,
Amongst the shades of death.]

e 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.

t 5 Let me to some wild desert go,
And find a peaceful home ;
Where storms of malice never blow,
Temptations never come.

• -6 Vain hopes— and vain inventions all,
i» To 'scape the rage of hell !
-The mighty God, on whom I call,
Can save me here as well.



PSALM 55. 137



PAUSE,
o 7 By morning light I'll seek his face,
At noon repeat my cry ;
The night shall hear me ask his grace,
Nor will he long deny.
o 8 God shall preserve my soul from fear,
Or shield me when afraid :
Ten thousand angels must appear,
If he command their aid.
— 9 I cast my burdens on the Lord,
The Lord sustains them all :
My courage rests upon his word,
That saints shall never fall.
o 10 [My highest hopes shall not be vain,

My lips shall spread his praise,
e While cruel and deceitful men,
Scarce live out half their days.]

S. M. Aylesbury. [*]

V. 15, 16, 17, 19, 22. Dangerous Prosperity

Daily Devotion.
t 1 T ET sinners take their course,

JL> And choose the road to death ;
— But in the worship of my God,

I'll spend my daily breath.
2 My thoughts address his throne,

When morning brings the light ;
I seek his blessing ev'ry noon,

And pay my vows at night.
o 3 Thou wilt regard my cries,

O my eternal God :
e While sinners perish in surprise,

Beneath thine angry rod.
p 4 Because they dwell at ease,

And no sad changes feel,
They neither fear, nor trust thy name,

Nor learn to do thy will.
— 5 But 1, with all my" cares,

Will lean upon the Lord ;
I'll cast my burdens on his arm,

And rest upon his word.
o 6 His arm shall well sustain

The children of his love :
g The ground on which their safety stands

No eartlnv power can move.



138 PSALM 56.

PSALM 56. C. M. Wantage, [b]

God's Care of his People, in Answer to Prayer.

e 1 /\ THOU, whose justice reigns on high,
V-J And makes the oppressor cease,
Behold how envious sinners try
To vex and break my peace.

2 [The sons of violence and lies
Join to devour me, Lord ;

But as my hourly dangers rise,
My refuge is thy word.]

3 In God most holy, just, and true,
1 have repos'd my trust ;

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

4 [They wrest my words to mischief still,
Charge me with unknown faults ;

Mischief doth all their counsels fill,
And malice all their thoughts.

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

O cast the haughty sinner down,
And let him know thy hand.]
PAUSE.
—6 God counts the sorrows of his saints,
Their groans affect his ears ;
Thou hast a book for my complaints,
A vessel for my tears.

7 When to thy throne I raise my cry,
The wicked fear and flee ;

o 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.]

-9 Thy solemn vows are on me, Lord ,

Thou wilt receive my praise :
I'll sing, ' How faithful is thy word ;

1 How righteous all thy ways!'

10 Thou hast secur'd my soul from death ;
• Oh, set a pris'ner free 1



PSALM 57, 58. 139

o That heart and hand, and life and breath,
May be employ'd for thee.

PSALM 57. L. M. Old Hundred. Blendon. [*]
Praise for Protection, Grace and Truth.

1 TYJY God, in whom are all the springs
±▼1 Of boundless love, and grace unknown,
c Hide me beneath thy spreading wings,

'Till the dark cloud be overblown.
— 2 Up to the heavens I send my cry ;

The Lord will my desires perform :
o He sends his angels from the sky.

And saves me from the threat'ning storm.
o 3 [Be thou exalted, O my God,

Above the heavens where angels dwell ;

Thy power on earth be known abroad,

And land to land thy wonders tell.]

4 My heart is fix'd ; my song shall raise
— Immortal honours to his name :
o Awake, my tongue, to sound his praise ;

My tongue, the glory of my frame.
g 5 High o'er the earth his mercy reigns,

And reaches to the utmost sky ,

His truth to endless years remains,

When lower worlds dissolve and die.
b 6 Be thou exalted, O my God,

Above the heavens where angels dwell ;

Thy power on earth be known abroad,

And land to land thy wonders tell.

PSALM 53. P. M. St. Helen's. [*]
Warning to Magistrates.

1 JUDGES, who rule the world by laws,
«J Will ye despise the righteous cause,
When one nppress'd before you stands?

Dare ye condemn the righteous poor,
And let rich sinners 'scape secure,
While gold and greatness bribe your hands

2 Have ye forgot, or never knew,
That God will judge the judges too ?

g High in the heavens his justice reigns :
— Yet you invade the rights of Goa,
And send your bold decrees abroad,
To bind the conscience in your chaina
10



140 PSAl^M 60.

e 3 [A poison'd arrow is your tongue,
The arrow sharp, the poison strong ;

And death attends where'er it wounds :
You hear no counsels, cries nor tears ;
So the deaf adder stops her ears

Against the power of charming sounds.
d 4 Break out their teeth, eternal God,
Those teeth of lions dy'd in blood ;

And crush the serpents in the dust :
As empty chaft", when whirlwinds rise,
Before the sweeping tempest flies,

So let their hopes and names be lost.]

© 5 Th' Almighty thunders from the sky ;
— Their grandeur melts, their titles die,
As hills of snow dissolve and run ;
c Or snails that perish in their slime,
Or births that come before their time ;
Vain births that never see the sun.
6 Thus shall the vengeance of the Lord
Safety and joy to saints afford ;
— And all who hear shall join and say,
d ' Sure there's a God who rules on high ;
' A God who hears his children cry,
' And will their sufferings well repay.'

PSALM 60. C. M. Plymouth, [b]

f. 1 — 5, 10 — 12. Humiliation for Disappoint-

ments in War.

1 T ORD, hast thou cast the nation off ?
*-* Must we for ever mourn ?

Wilt thou indulge immortal wrath ?
Shall mercy ne'er return ?

2 The terrour of one frown of thine
Melts all our strength away ;

Like men that totter, drank with wine,

We tremble in dismay.
^ 3 Our nation trembles at thy sti - oke,

And dreads thy lifted hand !
Oh, heal the people thou hast broke,

And save the sinking land.
o 4 Lift up thy banner in the field

For those who fear thy name ;
o Defend thy people with thy shield,

And put our foes to shame.



PSALM 61, 62. 141

— 5 Go with our armies to the fight,
Their guardian and their God ;
In vain con fed 'rate powers unite
Against thy lifted rod.

o 6 Our troops shall gain a wide renown,

By thine assisting hand :
g 'Tis God who treads the mighty down,

And makes the feeble stand.



P



PSALM 61. S. M. Aylesbury, [b *]
Ver. 1 — 6. Safety in God.
1 VITHEN, overwhelm'd with grief,

* » My heart within me dies ;
Helpless, and far from all relief,
To Heaven I lift mine eyes.

e 2 O lead me to the Rock,

That's high above my bead ;
And make the covert of thy wings
My shelter and my shade.

— 3 Within thy presence, Lord,
For ever I'll abide ;
Thou art the tower of my defence,
The refuge where I hide

o 4 Thou givest me the lot

Of those that fear thy name ;
If endless life be their reward,
I shall possess the same.

PSALM 62. L. M. Bath. [*]
V. 5 — 12. Ac trust in the Creatures ; but in Goi

1 TVf y spirit looks to God alone ;

l'-i My rock and refuge is his throne ;
In all my fears, in al! my straits,
My so.J on his salvation waits.

2 Trust him, ye saints, in all your ways ;
Pour out your hearts before his face :

e When helpers fail, and foes invade,
o God is our all-sufficient aid.

e 3 False are the men cf high degree ;
The baser sort are vanity :
Laid in the balance, both appear
Light as a puff of empty air



142 PSALM 63.

— 4 Make not increasing gold your triist,
Nor set your hearts on glitt'ring dust ;
Why will you grasp the fleeting smoke,
And not believe what God has spoke ?

e 5 Once has his awful voice declar'd —
Once and again my ears have heard:

o ' All power is his eternal due ;
* He must be fear'd and trusted too.'

— 6 For sovereign power reigns not alone ;
Grace is a partner of the throne:
Thy grace and justice, mighty Lord,
Shall well divide our last reward.

PSALM G3. CM. 1st Part. Sunday. Barby. [*]
V. 1, 2, 5, 3, 4. The Morning of the Lord's Day
o 1 Y~f ARLY, my God, without delay,

I-* 1 haste to seek thy face ;
My thirsty spirit faints away,

Without thy cheering grace.

e 2 So pilgrims, on the scorching sand
Beneath a burning sky,
Long for a cooling stream at hand ;
And they must drink or die.

g 3 I've seen thy glory and thy power

Through all thy temple shine ;
o My God, repeat that heavenly hour,

That vision so divine.

— 4 Not all the blessings of a feast
Can please my soul so well,
As when thy richer grace I taste,
And in thy presence dwell.

o 5 Not life itself, with all its joys,
Can my best passions move.
Or raise so high my cheerful voice,
As thy forgiving love,
s 6 Thus, 'till my last expiring day,

I'll bless my God and King ;
—Thus will I lift my hands to pray,
o And tune my lips to sing.

C M. 2nd Part. Colchester. [*]
V. 1 — 10. Midnight Thoughts recollected.
e l Mrp WAS in the watches of the night,
1 I thought upon thy power ;



PSALM 63. i 13



I kept thy lovely face in sight,
Amidst the darkest hour.

9 My flesh lay resting on my bed,
My soul arose on high ;
d ' My God, my life, my hope, 5 1 said,
'Bring thy salvation nigh.'

— 3 My spirit labours up thy hill,
And climbs the heavenly road ;

o Eut thy right hand upholds me still,
While I pursue my God.

4 Thy mercy stretches o'er my head
The shadow of thy wings ;

o My heart rejoices in thine aid,
My tongue awakes and sings.

5 But the destroyers of my peace
Shall fret and rage in vain ;

The tempter shall for ever cease,
And all my sins be slain.

e 6 Thy sword shall give my foes to death,
And send them down to dwell

In the dark caverns of the earth,
Or to the depths of hell.]

L. M. Moretan. Shoel. [*j
Delight in God and his Worship
e 1 f^ HEAT God, indulge my humble claim
— VJT Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest ,

The glories that compose thy name,

Stand all engaged to make me blest.

2 Thou great and good, thcu just and wise,

Thou art my Father and my God ;

And I am thine, by sacred ties —

Thy*son, thy servant, bought with blood,
e 3 With heart and eyes, and lifted hands,

For thee 1 long, to thee I look ;

As travellers, in thirsty lands,

Pant for the cooling water brook.
o 4 With early feet I love t' appear

Among thy saints, and seek thy face :
— Oft have I seen thy glory there.

And felt the power of sovereign grace

o 5 Not fruits, nor wines, that tempt our taste
Nor all the joys our senses know,



144 PSALM 63.

Could make me so divinely blest,
Or raise my cheerful passions so.

e 6 [My life itself, without thy love,
No taste of pleasure could afford ;
'Twould but a tiresome burden prove,
If I were banish'd from the Lord.

— 7 Amidst the wakeful hours of night,
When busy can-s afflict my head,

o One thought of thee gives new delight,
And adds refreshment to my bed.]

s 8 I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice,
While I have breath to pray, or praise ;
This work shall make my heart rejoice,
And spend the remnant of my days.
S. M. Newton. [*]
Seeking God.
1 ]\/| Y God, permit my tongue

lvJL This joy, to call thee mine ;
And let my early cries prevail,
To taste thy love divine.

e 2 [My thirsty, fainting soul
Thy mercy does implore :
Not travellers, in desert lands,
Can pant for water more.

3 Within thv churches, Lord,
I long to imd my place ;

Thy power and glory to behold,
And feel thy quick'ning grace.]

4 For life, without thy love,
No relish can afford ;

No joy can be compar'd with this,
To serve and please the Lord,
o 5 To thee I'll lift my hands.

And praise thee while 1 live ■

Not the rich dainties of a feast
Such food or pleasure give

t 6 In wakeful hours of nigh
I call my God to mind ;
1 think how wise thy counsels are,
And ail thy dealings kind.

7 Since thou hast been my help
To thee my spirit dies ;



PSALM 65. 145



And on thy watchful providence
My cheerful hope relies.

o 8 The shadow of thy wings
My soul in safety keeps ;
1 follow where my Father leads,
And he supports my steps.

PSALM 65. L.M. 1st. Part. Weldon. Quercy. [*i
V. 1 — 5. Public Prayer and Praise.

1 npHE praise of Zion waits for thee,

J- My God 5 and praise becomes thy house

There shall thy saints thy glory see,

And there perform their public vows,
p 2 O thou, whose mercy bends the skies,

To save when humble sinners pray,
o All lands to thee shall lift their eyes,

And grateful isles of every sea.
e 3 [Against my will my sins prevail,
—But grace shall purge away their stain j

The blood of Christ will never fail

To wash my garments wluie again.
o 4 Blest is the man whom thou shalt choose,

And give him kind access to thee ;

Give him a place within thy house,

To taste thy love divinely free.]

PAUSE.
o 5 Let Babel fear when Zion prays :

Babel, prepare for long distress,

When Zion's God himself arrays

In terrour, and in righteousness.
g 6 With dreadful glory God fulfils

What his afflicted saints request ;

And with almighty wrath reveals

His love, to give his churches rest.
8 7 Then shall the flocking nations run

To Zion's hill, and own their Lord;

The rising and the setting sun

Shall see the Saviour's name ador'd.

L. M. 2nd Part. Nantwich. Truro. [*J
V. 5 — 13. Divine Providence and Grace.
1 | HHHE God of our salvation hears

-B- The groans of Zion mix'd with team



146 PSALM 65.

Yet, when he comes with kind designs.
Through all the way his terrour shines. |

2 On God the race of .nan depends
Far as the earth's remotest ends ;
Where the Creator's name is know
By nature's feeble light alone.



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