3 To heaven I made my mournful prayer,

To God addressed my humble moan,
Who graciously inclined his ear,

And heard me from his lofty throne. 4 He left the beauteous realms of light,

Whilst heaven bowed down its awful head; Beneath his feet substantial night

Was, like a sable carpet, spread. 5 The chariot of the King of kings,

Which active troops of angels drew, On a strong tempest's rapid wings,

With most amazing swiftness flew. 6 Who, then, deserves to be adored,

But God, on whom my hopes depend? Or who, except the mighty Lord,

Can with resistless power defend ? ?

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God our Refuge. Ps. 115.
1 NOT to ourselves, who are but dust,

Not to ourselves, is glory due ; Eternal God, thou only just,

Thou only gracious, wise, and true. 2 The God we serve maintains his throne

Above the clouds, beyond the skies; Through all the earth his will is done;

He knows our groans, he hears our cries. 3 O Israel, make the Lord thy hope,

Thy help, thy refuge, and thy rest; The Lord shall build thy ruins up,

And bless the people and the priest.

4 The dead no more can speak thy praise ;

They dwell in silence and the grave; But we shall live to sing thy grace,

And tell the world thy power to save.

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DODDRIDG:

The Days of the Upright known to God.

1 TO thee, my God, my days are known;

My soul enjoys the thought;
My actions all before thy face,

Nor are my faults forgot.

2 Each secret breath devotion vents

Is vocal to thine ear;
And all my walks of daily life

Before thine eye appear.

3 The vacant hour, the active scene,

Thy mercy shall approve;
And every pang of sympathy,

And every care of love.

4 Each golden hour of beaming light

Is gilded by thy rays;
And dark affliction's midnight gloom

A present God surveys.
5 Full in thy view through life I pass,

And in thy view I die ;
And, when each mortal bond is broke,

Shall find my God is nigh.

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TATE & BRADY. God the Defence of the Just. Ps. 34. 1 THROUGH all the changing scenes of life,

In trouble and in joy,
The praises of my God shall still

My heart and tongue employ. 2 O, magnify the Lord with me,

With me exalt his name;
When, in distress, to him I called,

He to my rescue came.
3 The hosts of God encamp around

The dwellings of the just;
Deliverance he affords to all

Who on his succor trust.
4 O, make but trial of his love,

Experience will decide
How blest they are, and only they,

Who in his truth confide.
5 Fear him, ye saints, and you will then

Have nothing else to fear;
Make you his service your delight;

He'll make your wants his care.

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Watts. God's Care of the Saints. Ps. 34. 1 LORD, I will bless thee all my days;

Thy praise shall dwell upon my tongue; My soul shall glory in thy grace,

While saints rejoice to hear the song.

2 Come, magnify the Lord with me;

Come, let us all exalt his name; I sought the eternal God, and he

Has not exposed my hope to shame. 3 I told him all my secret grief;

My secret groaning reached his ears; He gave my inward pains relief,

And calmed the tumult of my fears. 4 To him the

poor
lift
up
their

eyes; Their faces feel the heavenly shine; A beam of mercy from the skies

Fills them with light and joy divine. 5 His holy angels pitch their tents

Around the men that serve the Lord : O, fear and love him, all his saints;

Taste of his grace, and trust his word.

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WATTS. The Saints' Trial and Safety. Ps. 125. 1 UNSHAKEN as the sacred hill,

And firm as mountains be,
Firm as a rock, the soul shall rest,

That 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 every saint surround.
3 Deal gently, Lord, with souls sincere,

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

Where Christ their Lord is gone.

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Watts. God's Control over the material and spiritual Worlds. 1 INFINITE Power, eternal Lord,

How sovereign is thy hand!
All nature rose to obey thy word,

And moves at thy command.
2 With steady course thy shining sun

Keeps his appointed way,
And all the hours obedient run

The circle of the day ;
3 The raging fire and stormy sea

Perform thine awful will,
And every beast and every tree

Thy great designs fulfil ; -
4 While my wild passions rage within,

Nor thy commands obey,
And flesh and sense, enslaved to sin,

Draw my best thoughts away. 5 Great God, create my soul anew;

Conform my heart to thine ;
Melt down my will, and let it flow,

And take the mould divine.

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CowPER. Grace and Providence. 1 ALMIGHTY King! whose wondrous hand

Supports the weight of sea and land ;
Whose grace is such a boundless store,
No heart shall break that sighs for more ;