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A REpall the foes of Zion fools
4 O wretched state ! how fall'n are men !
How guilty, helpless, lost, and dead !
Their hope is gone, their peace is fled. 5 To such, the Lord his gospel sends ;
For these, a Saviour he appoints ;
Deliverance from persecution. 1
Who thus devour her saints ? Do they not know her Saviour rules,
And pities her complaints ? 2 They shall be seiz'd with sad surprise :
For God's avenging arm
To do his children harm.
array : When God has first dispers’d their host,
They fall an easy prey.
Her captives to restore !
PSALM 51. P. M.
Prayer for deliverance from enemies. 1 Y God, preserve my soul ;
O make my spirit whole : To save me let thy strength appear ; Strangers my steps surround; Their pride and rage confound,
And bring thy great salvation near.
2 Those that against me rise Are aliens from the skies :
They hate thy church and kingdom, Lord !, They mock thy fearful name : They glory in their shame,
Nor heed the wonders of thy word.
The men, that still my soul sustain :
And snatch them from eternal pain.
To praise thy name withi those I love :
PSALM 55. First Part, C. M.
Support for the afflicted and tempted soul. 1 O
GOD, my refuge, hear my cries,
Behold my flowing tears :
And triumph in my fears. 2 Their
is level'd at my life ;
To shake my hope in God.
I groan with ev'ry breath :
Among the shades of death. 3 82437 4 O! were I like a feather'd dove;
Soon would I stretch my wings ;
And fly, and make a long remove
From all these restless things. 5 Let me to some wild desert
go, And find a peaceful home ; Where storms of malice never blow,
Temptations never come.
To 'scape the rage of hell !
And choose the road to death;
I'll spend my daily breath.
When morning brings the light :
And pay my vows at night.
O my eternal God!
Beneath thine angry rod.
And no sad changes feel ;
Nor learn to do thy will.
Will lean upon the Lord : I'll cast my burdens on his arm,
And rest upon his word. 6 His arm shall well sustain
The children of his love;
The ground on which their safety stands,
Deliverance from oppression. 10.
THOU whose justice reigns on high,
And makes th' 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.
I have repos'd my trust ;
The offspring of the dust.
Charge me with unknown faults: Mischief doth all their counsels fill,
And malice all their thoughts.
Must their devices stand ?
Second Part. C. M.
God's care of his people. 1 GOD counts the sorrows of his saints,
Their groans affect his ears : Thou hast a book for my complaints,
A bottle for my tears.
The wicked fear and flee;
So near is God to me,
3 In thee, most holy, just, and true,
I have repos’d my trust;
The offspring of the dust.
l'hou shalt receive my praise ; I'll sing, “ How faithful is thy word !
“ How righteous all thy ways !" 5 Thou hast secur'd my soul from death ;
0! set thy pris'ner free:
PSALM 57. L. M.
Of boundless love, and grace unknown;
Till the dark cloud is overblown. 2 Up to the heav'ns I send my cry,
The Lord will my desires perform :
And saves me from the threat’ning storm. 3 Be thou exalted, O my God!
Above the heav'ns where angels dwell :
Let land to land thy wonders tell.
Iminortal honours to thy name :