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'Till pride and malice die with shame.

L. M. Second Part. Quercy. [*]
•Afflictions Sanctified
Ver. 67, 59.
1 TjlATHER, I bless thy gentle hand—
J? How kind was thy chastising rod!
That forc'd my conscience to a stand,
And brought my wand'ring soul to God .

e 2 Foolish and rain, I went astray,
Ere I had felt thy scourges, Lord ;
p I left my guide, and lost my way,
—But now I love, and keep thy word,
Ver. 71.
3 'Tra good for me to bear the yoke,
For pride is apt to rise and swell ;
'Tia good to bear my Father's stroke,
That I might learn his statutes well.
Ver. 72.
o 4 The law, that issues from thy mouth.
Shall raise my cheerful passions more,
Than all the treasures of the south,
Or western hills of golden ore.
Ver. 73.
—5 Thy hands have made my mortal frame,
Thy Spirit form'd my soul within ;
Teach me to know thy wondrous name,
And guard me safe from death, and sin.
Ver. 74.
o 6 Then all who love and fear the Lord,
In my salvation shall rejoice ;
For I have hoped in thy word,
And made thy grace my only choice.

PSALM 120. CM. Dorset. [*b]
Complaint of Strife, and Desire for Peace*

1 FTnHOU God of love, thou ever blest,
A Pity my suffering state ;

When wilt thou set my soul at rest,
From lips that love deceit !

PSALM 121. 247

It Hard lot of mine, my days are cast

Among the sons of strife,
Whose never ceasing- brawlings waste

My golden hours of life.

3 O might I fly to change my place,
How would I choose to dwell

In some wide lonesome wilderness,
And leave these gates of hell !

4 Peace is the blessing that I seek,
How lovely are its charms ;

I am for peace ; but when I speak,
They all declare for arms.

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 thro'

Strict justice would approve ;
But I had rather spare my foe,

And melt his heart with love.

PSALM 121. L. M. Sheffield. Truro. [*]

Divine Protection.
1 [TTP to the hills 1 lift mine eyes,

\J Th' eternal hills beyond the skies;
Thence all her help my soul derives :
There my almighty refuge lives.]
g 2 He lives ! the everlasting God,

Who built the world, who spread the flood ;
The heav'ns with all their hosts he made ;
And the dark regions of the dead !

—3 He guides our feet, he guards our ways ;

His morning smiles bless all the day ;

He spreads the ev'ning veil, and keeps

The silent hours while Israel sleeps,
o 4 Israel, a name divinely blest,

May rise secure, securely rest ;

Thy holy Guardian's wakeful eyes

Admit no slumber or surprise.

— 5 No sun shall smite thy head by day ;
Nor the pale moon, with sickly ray,
Shall blast thy couch; no baleful star
Dart his malignant fire so far

248 PSALM 121.

o 6 Should earth and hell with malice burn,
Still thou shalt go, and still return,
Safe in the Lord ; his heav'nly care
Defends thy life from ev'ry snare.

— 7 On thee foul spirits have no pow'r ;

e And, in thy last departing hour,

o Angels, who trace the airy road ;
Shall bear thee homeward to thy God.

C M. Mear. [*]
Preservation by Day and Night,

1 [FTIO heav n n I lift my waiting eyes,

JL There all my hopes are laid ;
The Lord, who built the earth and skies.
Is my perpetual aid.

2 Their feet shall never slide to fall,
Whom he designs to keep :

His ear attends the softest call ;
His eyes can never sleep.

3 He will sustain our weakest powers,
With his almighty arm ;

And watch our most unguarded hours,
Against surprising harm.

4 Israel, rejoice, and rest secure,
Thy keeper is the Lord;

His wakeful eyes employ his power
For thine eternal guard.

5 Nor scorching sun, nor sickly moon
Shall have his leave to smite ;

He shields thy head from burning noon,
From blasting damps at night,

6 He guards thy soul, he keeps thy breath,
Where thickest dangers come ;

Go and return secure from death,
Till God commands thee home.]

P. M. Merton. [*]

God our Preserver.

1 TTPWARD I lift mine eyes,
\J From God is all my aid ;
The God who built the skies,
And earth and nature made ;

PSALM 122. 249

God is the tow'r

To which I fly ;

His grace is nigh

In evVy hour.
— 2 My feet shall never slide,
And fall in fatal snares ;
Since God, my guard and guide,
Defends me from my fears.
Those wakeful eyes

That never sleep,

Shall Israel keep

When dangers rise.
3 No burning heats by day,
Nor blasts of ev'ning air,
Shall take my health away,
If God be with me there :
Thou art my sun

And thou my shade,

To guard my head,

By night or noon.
o 4 Hast thou not giv'n thy word,
To save my soul from death ?
And I can trust my Lord,
To keep my mortal breath .
S I'll go and come,

Nor fear to die,

'Till from on high,

Thou call me home.

PSALM 122. C. M. Hymn 2nd. Bethlehem. [*]
Going to Church,

o 1 TTTTOW did my heart rejoice to hear

JLJL My friends devoutly say ;
o u In Zion let us all appear,

41 And keep the solemn day !"
—2 I love her gates, I love the road !
g The church, adorn 1 d with grace,
Stands like a palace built for God,

To shew his milder face.
o 3 Up to her courts, with joys unknown,

The holy tribes repair ;
e The Son of David holds his throne,

And sits in judgment there*

250 PSALM 122.

He hears our praises, and complaints ;
e And, while his awful voice

Divides the sinners from the saints,
We tremble, and rejoice !

b 5 Peace be within this sacred place,
And joy a constant guest !
With holy gifts and heav'nly grace.
Be her attendants blest.

— 6 My soul shall pray for Zion still,
While life or breath remains ;
Here my best friends, my kindred dwell,
g Here God, my Saviour, reigns.

P. M. Dalston. [*]

Joy in tht Worship and Blessedness of Zion

b 1 TTOW pleas'd and blest was I,

JLJL To hear the people cry,
© " Come, let us seek our God to-day I"
o Yes, with a cheerful zeal,

We'll haste to Zion's hill,
And there our vows and honours pay.

— 2 Zion, thrice happy place !
Adorn'd with wondrous grace,

And walls of strength embrace thee round
In thee our tribes appear,
To pray, and praise, and hear

The sacred gospel's joyful sound.

3 Here David's greater Son

Has fix'd his royal throne ;
He sits for grace and judgment here :
o He bids the saints be glad ;

e He makes the sinner sad ;

—And humble souls rejoice with fear.

b 4 May peace attend thy gate,

And joy within thee wait,
To bless the soul of ev'ry guest ;

The man who seeks thy peace,

And wishes thine increase,
o A thousand blessings on him rest.

— 5 My tongue repeats her vows- —
c M Peace to this sacred house !"

— For here my friends and kindred dwell ;

PSALM 123, 124. 251

And since my glorious God
Makes thee his blest abode ;
My soul shall ever love thee well.

Repeat the 4tk stanza, if necessary.

PSALM 123. C, M. China. [*]
Pleading with Submission.

1 £~\ THOU, whose grace and justice reign,
\Jr Enthron'd above the skies,

To thee our hearts would tell their pain,
To thee we lift our eyes.

2 As servants watch their master's hand,
And fear the angry stroke ;

Or maids before their mistress stand,
And wait a peaceful look ; —

3 So for our sins we justly feel
Thy discipline, O God ;

Yet wait the gracious moment still,
'Till thou remove thy rod.

4 Those, who in wealth and pleasure live,
Our daily groans deride ;

And thy delays of mercy give
Fresh courage to their pride.

h Our foes insult us, but our hope

In thy compassion lies ;
This thought shall bear our spirits up,

That God will not despise.

PSALM 124. L. M. JYantwich. Truro. [*]

Song for Deliverance.
1 TTTAD not the Lord, may Israel say,


Had not the Lord maintain'd our side,

When men to make our lives a prey,
Rose like the swelling of the tide ; —

2 The swelling tide had stopt our breath':
So fiercely did the waters roll,

We had been swallow'd deep in death-
Proud waters had o'erwhelm'd our soul I

3 We leap for joy, we shout and sing,
Who just escap'd the fatal stroke ;

So flies the bird, with cheerful wing,
When once the fowler's snare is broke.

252 PSALM 125.

U 4 For ever blessed be the Lord,
Who broke the fowler's cursed snare ;
Who sav'd us from the murd'ring sword,
And made our lives and souls his care.

g 5 Our help is in Jehovah's name,

Who form'd the earth and built the skies ;
He who upholds that wond'rous frame,
Guards his own church with watchful eyes.

PSALM 125. C. M. Mear. [*]
The Saint's Trial and Safety,

1 [TTNSHAKEN as the sacred hill,

\J And firm as mountains be ;
Firm as a rock the soul shall rest,
Tnat leans, O Lord, on thee.

2 Not walls, nor hills, could guard so well
Old Salem's happy ground,

As those eternal arms of love,

That ev'ry saint surround.
e 3 While tyrants are a smarting scourge,

To drive them near to God ;
e Divine compassion does allay

The fury of the rod.

e 4 Deal gently, Lord, with souls sincere.

And lead them safely on,
To the bright gates of Paradise,

Where Christ their Lord is gone.
— 5 But, if we trace those crooked ways,

That the old serpent drew ;
e The wrath, that drove him first to hell,

Shall smite his followers too.]

S. M. Watchman. [*]
The SainVs Trial and Safety.
o 1 T7URM and unmov'd are they,

J? Who rest their souls on God ,
Firm as the mount where David dwelt,
Or where the ark abode.
— 2 As mountains stood to guard
The city's sacred ground ;
So God and his almighty love
Embrace his saints around,
e 3 What though the Father's rod
Drop a chastising stroke ;

PSALM 126. 253

Yet, lest it wound their souls too deep,

Its fury shall he hroke.
p 4 Deal gently, Lord, with those,

"Whose faith and pious fear —
Whose hope, and love, and ev'ry grace,

Proclaim their hearts sincere.
— 5 Nor shall the tyrant's rage

Too long oppress the saint ;
o The God of Israel will support

His children, lest they faint.
a 6 But if our slavish fear

Will choose the road to hell,
a We must expect our portion there,

Where bolder sinners dwell.

PSALM 126. L. M. Green's. [*]

Surprising Deliverance.

i ["^zl^HEN God restor'd our captive state,

TV Joy was our song, and grace our thesis
The grace, beyond our hope so great,
That joy appear'd a painted dream.

2 The scoffer owns thy hand, and pays
Unwilling honours to thy name ;

While we, with pleasure, shout thy praise,
With cheerful notes, thy love proclaim.

3 When we review our dismal fears,
'Twas hard to think they'd vanish so ;
With God we left our flowing tears,
He makes our joys like rivers flow.

4 The man that in his furrow' d field,
His scatter'd seed with sadness leaves,
Will shout to see the harvest yield

A welcome load of joyful sheaves.]

C. M. Sunday. Swanwick. [*]
Jl remarkable Display of Divine Grace.
1 "¥7T7"HEN God reveal'd his gracious name ;
? T And chang'd my mournful state,
u My rapture seem'd a pleasing dream,
The grace appear'd so great.

— 2 The world beheld the glorious change,

And did thy hand confess ;
© My tongue broke out in unknown strains,,
o And sung surprising grace.

>54 £SALM 127.

d 3 " Great is the work !" my neighbours cry'dy
And own' 3 thy pow'r divine ;
44 Great is the work !" my heart reply'd,
o " And be the glory thine.*' 1

o 4 The Lord can clear the darkest skies,
Can give us day for night ;
Make drops of sacred sorrow rise
To rivers of delight.

—5 Let those, who sow in sadness, wait

'Till the fair harvest come ;
They shall confess their sheaves are great,
And shout the blessings home.
—6 Though seed lie buried long in dust,

It shan't deceive their hope ;
o The precious grain can ne'er be lost,

For grace ensures the crop.

PSALM 127. L. M. Portugal. [*]
Success and Happiness from God.

1 TF God succeed not, all the cost,

I And pains, to build the house, are lost;
If God the city will not keep,
The watchful guards as well may sleep.

2 What if you rise before the sun,
And work and toil when day is done ;
Careful and sparing eat your bread,
To shun that poverty you dread ; —

3 'Tis all in vain, 'till God hath blest :
He can make rich, yet give us rest ;
Children and friends are blessings too,.
If God our sovereign make them so.

o 4 Happy the man, to whom he sends
Obedient children, faithful friends ;
How sweet our daily comforts prove,
When they are season'd with his love !
C. M. Plymouth, [b]
God all in all.
1 [TF God to build the house deny,

JL The builders work in vain ;
And towns without his wakeful eye,.

An useless watch maintain.
2. Before the mominp ams arise,,
Your painful, work ew ;-

PSALM 128, 129. 255

And, till the stars ascend the skies,

Your tiresome toil pursue.
S Short be your sleep, and coarse your fare.

In vain, till God has blest ;
But if his smiles attend your care,

You shall have food and rest.
4 Nor children, relatives, nor friends,

Shall real blessings prove,
Nor all the earthly joys he sends,

If sent without his love.]

PSALM 128. C. M. Devizes. [*]
Family Blessings.
i ^V HAPPY man, whose soul is filPd

\J With zeal and rev'rend awe !
His lips to God their honours yield,
His life adorns the law.

2 A careful providence shall stand,
And ever guard thy head ;

Shall on the labours of thy hand
Its kindly blessings shed.

3 Thy wife shall be a fruitful vine ;
Thy children round thy board,

Each like a plant of honour shine,
And learn to fear the Lord.

4 The Lord shall thy best hopes fulfil,
For months and years to come ;

The Lord, who dwells on Zion's hill,
Shall send the blessings home.

5 This is the man, whose happy eyes
Shall see his house increase ;

Shall see the sinking church arise,
Then leave the world in peace.

PSALM 129. C. M. Mear. [*]
Persecutors Punished.

1 I TTP from my youth, may Israel say,
\J Have I been nurs'd in tears ;

My griefs were constant as the day,
And tedious as the years.

2 Up from my youth, I bore the rage
Of all the sons of strife ;

Oft they assail'd my riper age,
But not destroy'd my life. v

256 PSALM 130

3 Their cruel plough hath torn my flesh,
With furrows long and deep ;

Hourly they vex'd my wounds afresh ;
Nor let my sorrows sleep.

4 The Lord grew angry on his throne,
And with impartial eye,

Measur'd the mischiefs they had done,
And let his arrows fly.

5 How was their insolence surpris'd
To hear his thunders roll !

And all the foes of Zion seiz'd,
With horrour to the soul.

6 Thus shall the men, who hate the saints,
Be blasted from the sky ;

Their glory fades, their courage faints,
And all their projects die.

7 [What though they flourish tall and fair,
They have no root beneath ;

Their growth shall perish in despair,
And lie despis'd in death.

8 So corn that on the house-top stands,
No hope of harvest gives ;

The reaper ne'er shall fill his hands,
Nor binder fold the sheaves.

9 It springs and withers on the place .
No traveller bestows

A word of blessings on the grass,
Nor minds it as he goes.]

PSALM 130. C. M. Abridge. Sunday. [*]
Pardoning Grace.
e 1 /^\UT of the deeps of long distress,
\J The borders of despair,
I sent my cries to seek thy grace,
My groans to move thine ear.
a 2 Great God, should thy severer eye,
And thine impartial hand,
Mark and revenge, iniquity,
No mortal flesh could stand.
—3 But there are pardons with my God,
For crimes of high degree ;
Thy Son has bought them with his blood,
To draw us near to thee.

PSALM 130. 257

4 [I wait for thy salvation, Lord,

With strong" desires I wait ;
My soul, invited by thy word,

Stands watching- at thy gate.]
e 5 (Just as the guards that keep the night

Long for the morning skies,
Watch the first beams of breaking light,

And meet them with their eyes ; —

6 So waits my soul to see thy grace,

And more intent than they,
Meet the first openings of thy face,

And finds a brighter day.)

o 7 Then in the Lord let Israel trust,
Let Israel seek his face ;
The Lord is good as well as just,
And plenteous is his grace

o 8 There's full redemption at his throne,
For sinners long enslav'd ;
The great Redeemer is his son ;
And Israel shall be sav'd.

L. M. Bath. Armley. [*]
Pardoning Grace.
a 1 i.^ROM deep distress, and troubled thought*,,
JO To thee, my God, I raise my cries.*
If thou severely mark our faults,
No flesh can stand before thine eyes.

—2 But thou hast built thy throne of grace,
Free to dispense thy pardons there ;
That sinners may approach thy face,
And hope and lore, as well as fear.

e 3 As the benighted pilgrims wait,
And long and wish for breaking day,
So waits my soul before thy gate ;
When will my God his face display ?

4 My trust is fix'd upon thy word,
Nor shall I trust thy word in vain ;
Let mourning souls address the Lord,
And find relief from all their pain.

g 5 Great is his love, and large his grace,
Through the redemption of his Sonj
He turns our feet from sinful ways,
And pardons what our hands hare done*.
22 •

258 PSALM .131, 132.

PSALM 131. C. M. York, [b]
Humility cmd Submission.
e 1 TS there ambition in my heart?
JL Search, gracious God, and see ;
Or do I act a haughty part ?
Lord, I appeal to thee.

O 2 I charge my tho'ts, be humble still,
And all my carriage mild ;
Content, my Father, with thy will,
And quiet as a child.

— 3 The patient soul, the lowly mind,
Shall have a large reward ;
Let saints in sorrow lie resign'd,
And trust a faithful Lord.

PSALM 132. L.M. Leeds. [*]

Ver. 5, 13— 18.— The House of God.

1 "^T7"HERE shall we go, to seek and find

T ▼ An habitation for our God ?
A dwelling for th' eternal Mind,
Among the sons of flesh and blood ?

o 2 The God of Jacob chose the hill
Of Zion for his ancient rest ;
And Zion is his dwelling still,
His church is with his presence blest.

—3 Here will I fix my gracious throne,
And reign for ever, saith the Lord ;

o Here shall my pow'r and love be known,
And blessings shall attend my word.

e 4 Here will I meet the hungry poor,
And fill their souls with living bread :
Sniners who wait before my door,
With sweet provision shall be fed.

—5 Girded with truth, and cloth' d with grace,
My priests, my ministers shall shine :
Not Aaron in his costly dress,
Made an appearance so divine.

o 6 The saints, unable to contain

Their inward joys, shall shout and sing \
The Son of David here shall reign,
And Zion triumph in her King.

PSALM 132. 259

7 pesus shall see a numerous seed,
Bom here t 1 uphold his glorious name ;
His crown shall flourish on his head,
While all his foes are clothM with shame.]

C. M. Christinas, Swanwick. [*]

V. 4, 5, 7, 8, 15 — 17. — Go<T$ Presence the Glory of
His House,

1 [^^J"0 sleep nor slumber to has eyes

J3I Good David would afford,
Till he had found below the skies,
A dwelling for the Lord,

S The Lord in Zion plac'd his name.

His ark was settled there :
To Zion the whole nation came,

To worship thrice a year.

3 But we have no such lengths to ga,

Nor wander far abroad ;
Where'er thy saints assemble now,

There is a house for God.]}


© 4 Arise, O King of grace, arise,

And enter to thy rest ;
e Lo! thy church waits with longing eye*.

Thus to be own'd and blessM.

e 5 Enter, with all thy glorious train,
Thy Spirit and thy word ;
All that the ark did once contain,
Could no such grace afford.

— <6 Here, mighty God, accept our vows;
Here let thy praise be spread :
Bless the provisions of thy house,
And fill thy poor with bread.

7 Here let the Son ef David reign,
Let God's Anointed shine ;
Justice and truth his court maintain,
With love and pow'r divine.

g 8 Here let him hold a lasting throne ;
„ And, as his kingdom grows,
Fresh honours shall adorn his crowa,
And shame confound his foes.

260 PSALM 133.

PSALM 133. C. M. Hymn 2nd. St. Ann's. [*]
Brotherly Love.
1 "I*" O, what an entertaining sight,

jk-Jk Are brethren who agree !
Brethren whose cheerful hearts unite,
In bands of piety !
fc 2 When streams of love from Christ the spring 1 ,
Descend to ev'ry soul,
And heav'nly peace, with balmy wing,
Shades and bedews the whole.

3 'Ti3 like the oil, divinely sweet,

On Aaron's rev'rend head ;
The trickling drops perfum'd his feet,

And o'er his garments spread.
O 4 'Tis pleasant as the morning dews,

That falls on Zion's hill ;
Where God his mildest glory shews,

And makes his grace distil.

S.M. Peckham. [*]
Union and Peace.
b 1 T>LEST are the sons of peace,

JD Whose hearts and hopes are one ;
Whose kind designs to serye and please,
Through all their actions run.
o 2 Blest is the pious house,

Where zeal and friendship meet ;
Their songs of praise, their mingled vows,
Make their communion sweet.
3 Thus, when on Aaron's head,
They pour'd the rich perfume.
The oil through all his raiment spread,
And pleasure fill'd the room.
p 4 Thus on the heav'nly hills,
The saints are blest above ;
Where joy like morning dew distils,
And all the air is love.

P. M. Dalston. [*]
The Blessings of Friendship.
]b 1 TTOW pleasant 'tis to see

JlJL Kindred and friends agree !
Each in their proper station move ;-s»
And each fulfil their part ?

PSALM 134, 135. 261

» » i ml» — ■■■■!■ ■■ ■■ i I, i i i i m i—— — ————«— ^—^

With sympathizing heart,
In all the cares of life and love !

2 'Tis like the ointment, shed

On Aaron's sacred head,
Divinely rich, divinely sweet !

The oil through all the room

DiffusM a choice perfume ;
Ran through his robes, and blest his feet.

o 3 Like fruitful show'rs of rain,

That water all the plain,
Descending from the n eighty ring hills ;

Such streams of pleasure roll

Through ev'ry friendly soul,
"Where love like heav'nly dew distils.

PSALM 134. C. M. Devizes. [*]

Daily and Nightly Devotion.
1 " 1 K7"E who obey th' immortal King,
JL Attend his holy place ;
e Bow to the glories of his pow'r,
And bless his wondrous grace.

o 2 Lift up your hands by morning light,

And send your souls on high ;
o Raise your admiring thoughts by night,

Above the starry sky.
o 3 The God of Zion cheers our hearts,

With rays of quick'ning grace ;
g The God who spread the heav'ns abroad,

And rules the swelling seas.

PSALM 135. L. M. First Part. All-Saints. [*]

V. 1-4,14,19— 21.— The Church God's House and Care.

1 B3RAISE ye the Lord ; exalt his name,
JL While in his holy courts ye wait,

Ye saints, who to his house belong,
Or stand attending at his gate.

2 Praise ye the Lord ; the Lord is good ;
To praise his name is sweet employ ;
Israel he chose of old, and still

His church is his peculiar joy.

e 3 The Lord himself will judge his saints ;
He treats his servants as his friends :

262 PSALM 133.

And when he hears their sore complaints,
Repents the sorrows that he sends.

o 4 Through ev'ry age, the Lord declares
His name, and breaks th 1 oppressor's rod ;
He gives his sufF'ring servants rest,

g And will be known th' Almighty God.

o 5 Bless him, all ye who taste his love ;
People and priests, exalt his name :
Amongst his saints he ever dwells ;
His church is his Jerusalem.

L. M. Second Paht. Psalm 91th. Blendon. p 5 ?
V. 5 — 12. — Creation, Providence, and Rederr „

1 f~^ REAT is the Lord, exalted high,
\3T Above aU pow'rs and ev'ry throne %

Whate'er he please, in earth or sea,
Or heav'n or hell, his hand hath done.

2 At his command the vapours rise,
The lightnings flash, the thunders roar !
He pours the rain, he brings the wind
And tempest from his airy store !

a 3 'Twas he those dreadful tokens sent,

Egypt, through thy stubborn land !
"When all thy first-born, beasts and men,
Fell dead by his avenging hand !

o 4 What mighty nations, mighty kings,
He slew, and their whole country gave
To Israel, whom his hand redeem'd,
No more to be proud Pharaoh's slave !

g $ His pow'r the same, the same his grace,
That saves us from the hosts of hell ;
And heav'n he gives us to possess,
Whence those apostate, angels fell.

C. M, Hartford. [*]

Praise due to God, not to Idols.

1 A WAKE, ye saints, to praise your King,
jljL Your sweetest passions raise ;

Your pious pleasure, while you sing,
Increasing with the praise.

o 2 Great is the Lord : and works unknown,
Are his divine employ :

PSALM 136. 263

But still his saints are near his throne,

His treasure and his joy.
3 Heaven, earth, and sea confess his hand ;

He bids the vapours rise ;
Lightning- and storm, at his command,
Sweep through the sounding skies.
All pow'r, that kings or gods have claim' dj
Is found with him alone : :
e But heathen gods should ne'er he nam'd,

Where our Jehovah's known.
e 5 Which of the stocks or stones they trusty

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