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7 He asks, and God bestows

A large inheritance;

g Far as the world's remotest ends, His Kingdom shall advance.

e 8 The nations that rebel Must feel his iron rod;

o He'll vindicate those honours well, Which he receiv'd from God.

e

9 [Be wise, ye rulers, now,

And worship at his throne;

With trembling joy, ye people, bow
To God's exalted Son.

d 10 If once his wrath arise,
Ye perish on the place;

o Then blessed is the soul that flies For refuge to his grace.]

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C. M. Bedford. St. Ann's. [*]
Christ Exalted and his Enemies warned.
WHY did the nations join to slay

WHY

The Lord's anointed Son? Why did they cast his laws away, And tread his gospel down?

-2 The Lord, who sits above the skies, Derides their rage below;

He speaks with vengeance in his eyes, And strikes their spirits through.

d 3 "I call him my eternal Son,

And raise him from the dead;
I make my holy hill his throne,
And wide his kingdom spread."
[4 'Ask me, my Son, and then enjoy
"The utmost heathen lands:

'Thy rod of iron shall destroy
'The rebel who withstands.']

e 5 Be wise, ye rulers of the earth,
Obey th' anointed Lord;

Adore the King of heavenly birth,
And tremble at his word.

0 6 With humble love address his throne; For if he frown, ye die;

-Those are secure, and those alone,
Who on his grace rely.

L. M. Bath. [*]

Christ's Death, Resurrection, and Ascension. 1 [WTY did the Jew, why their swords employ, THY did the Jews proclaim their rage? Against the Lord their pow'rs engage, His dear Anointed to destroy?

d 2 'Come, let us break his bands, say they, This man shall never give us laws:'

- And thus they cast his yoke away, And nail'd the Monarch to the cross. g3 But God, who high in glory reigns, Laughs at their pride, their rage controls; He'll vex their hearts with inward pains, And speak in thunder to their souls, d 4 'I will maintain the king I made, 'On Zion's everlasting hill;

'My hand shall bring him from the dead, 'And he shall stand your Sov'reign still.' 95 (His wond'rous rising from the earth, Makes his eternal Godhead known, o The Lord declares his heavenly birth; d 'This day have I begot my Son.

6 'Ascend my Son, to my right hand, There thou shalt ask, and I bestow, "The utmost bounds of Heathen lands; 'To thee the northern isles shall bow.") e 7 But nations that resist his grace, Shall fall beneath his iron stroke; His rod shall crush his foes with ease, As potters earthen ware is broke.

PAUSE.

-8 Now, ye that sit on earthly thrones,
Be wise, and serve the Lord, the Lamb;
Now to his feet submit your crowns,
Rejoice and tremble at his name.

e 9 With humble love address the Son,
Lest he grow angry, and ye die;

e His wrath will burn to worlds unknown, If ye provoke his jealousy.

g 10 His storms shall drive you quick to hell; He is a God, and ye but dust:

o Happy the souls who know him well, And make his grace their only trust.]

PSALM 3. C. M.

Canterbury. Barby. [*]

Doubts and Fears suppressed; or, GoD our Defence from Sin and Satan.

P1 M How fast my foes increase!

Y God, how many are my fears!

-Conspiring my eternal death,

They break my present peace.
e 2 The lying tempter would persuade,
There's no relief in heav'n;

And all my swelling sins appear
Too big to be forgiv❜n,

-3 But thou, my glory and my strength,
Shalt on the tempter tread;
Shalt silence all my threat'ning guilt,
And raise my drooping head.

e 4 [I cry'd, and from his holy hill
He bow'd a list'ning ear;

I call'd my father and my God;
And he subdu'd my fear.

5 He shed soft slumbers on mine eyes,
In spite of all my foes;

I 'woke and wondered at the grace,
That guarded my repose.]

g 6 What though the host of death and hell,
All arm'd, against me stood;
Terrours no more shall shake my soul;
My refuge is my God.

o 7 Arise, O Lord, fulfil thy grace,
While I thy glory sing:

My God has broke the serpent's teeth,
And Death has lost his sting.

• 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs;
His arm alone can save:

Blessings attend thy people here,
And reach beyond the grave.

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L. M. Worship, Armley. [b]
Ver. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 8.—A morning Psalm.
LORD, how many are my foes,

In this weak state of flesh and blood!

My peace they daily discompose,
But my defence and hope is God.

e 2 Tir'd with the burdens of the day,
To thee I rais'd an ev'ning cry:
Thou heardst when I began to pray,
And thine Almighty help was nigh.
-3 Supported by thy heav'nly aid,
I laid me down, and slept secure;
Not death should make my heart afraid,
Though I should wake and rise no more.
0 4 But God sustain'd me all the night:
Salvation doth to God belong:

He rais'd my head to see the light, And make his praise my morning song. PSALM 4. L. M. Green's. Islington. [b] Ver. 1, 2, 3, 5, 6,7.-Gon our portion, and CHRIST our Hope. GOD of grace and righteousness,

Hear and attend, when I complain;

Thou hast enlarg'd me in distress, Bow down a gracious ear again. 2 Ye sons of men, in vain ye try, To turn my glory into shame; e How long will scoffers love to lie,

And dare reproach my Saviour's name? d 3 Know that the Lord divides his saints From all the tribes of men beside:

e He hears the cry of penitents,

For the dear sake of Christ who died. -4 When our obedient hands have done A thousand works of righteousness, • We put our trust in God alone, And glory in his pard'ning grace. -5 Let the unthinking many say, e "Who will bestow some earthly good?" -But, Lord, thy light and love we pray; Our souls desire this heav'nly food.

s 6 Then shall my cheerful pow'rs rejoice,
At grace and favors so divine;

Nor will I change my happy choice,
For all their corn, and all their wine.
C. M. Barby. York. [*]
Ver. 3, 4, 5, 8.-An Evening Psalm.
ORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray;
I am forever thine;

1

I fear before thee all the day,
Nor would I dare to sin.

e 2 And while I rest my weary head,
From cares and bus'ness free,
'Tis sweet conversing on my bed,
With my own heart and thee.
-3 I pay this ev'ning sacrifice:
And when my work is done,
Great God, my faith, my hope relies
Upon thy grace alone.

4 Thus with my thoughts compos'd to peace,
I'll give mine eyes to sleep;
Thy hand in safety keeps my days,
And will my slumbers keep.

PSALM 5. C. M. Walsal. Sunday. [b]
For the LORD's Day Morning.

1

LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high;

To thee will I direct my pray❜r,

To thee lift up mine eye.

2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone, To plead for all his saints, Presenting at his Father's throne

Our songs and our complaints.

e 3 Thou art a God, before whose sight
The wicked shall not stand;

Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,
Nor dwell at thy right hand.

o 4 But to thy house will I resort,
To taste thy mercies there;
I will frequent thy holy court,
And worship in thy fear.

-5 O may thy Spirit guide my feet,
In ways of righteousness;
Make ev'ry path of duty straight,
And plain before my face.

PAUSE.

6 [My watchful enemies combine,
To tempt my feet astray;
They flatter with a base design,
To make my soul their prey.