The sons of violence prevail,

And treacheries abound.

e 2 Their oaths and promises they break,
Yet act the flatterer's part;
With fair deceitful lips they speak,
And with a double heart.

3 [If we reprove some hateful lie,
How is their fury stirred!

d "Are not our lips our own," they cry; "And who shall be our Lord?"]

4 Scoffers appear on every side, ...
Where a vile race of men

Is raised to seats of power and pride,
And bears the sword in vain.

PAUSE.

5 Lord, when iniquities abound,
And blasphemy grows bold,
When faith is hardly to be found,
And love is waxing cold;—

o 6 Is not thy chariot hastening on?
Hast thou not given the sign?
May we not trust and live upon
A promise so divine?

d 7 ["Yes," saith the Lord, "now will I rise,
And make oppressors flee;

g

"I shall appear to their surprise,

"And set my servants free."]

8 Thy word like silver seven times tried, Through ages shall endure;

The men who in thy truth confide,

Shall find thy promise sure.

PSALM 13. L. M. Pleyel's. Armley. [b]

Pleading under Desertion; or, Hope in Darkness,

P1HOW long, O Lord, shall I complain,

Like one who seeks his God in vain?

Canst thou thy face forever hide,

And I still pray and be denied?

2 Shall I forever be forgot,

As one whom thou regardest not?
Still shall my soul thine absence mourn,
And still despair of thy return?

3 How long shall my poor troubled breast Be with these anxious thoughts oppressed? And Satan, my malicious foe,

Rejoice to see me sunk so low.

-4 Hear, Lord, and grant me quick relief,
Before my death conclude my grief;
e If thou withhold thy heavenly light,
I sleep in everlasting night.

-5 How will the powers of darkness boast,
If but one praying soul be lost?
o But I have trusted in thy grace,
And shall again behold thy face.

-6 Whate'er my fears or foes suggest,
Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest:
o My heart shall feel thy love, and raise
My cheerful voice to songs of praise.
C. M. Plymouth. [b]

Complaint under Temptations.

HOM

W long wilt thou conceal thy face ?
My God, how long delay?

When shall I feel those heavenly rays,
That chase my fears away?

2 How long shall my poor labouring soul
Wrestle and toil in vain?

Thy word can all my foes control,
And ease my raging pain.

3 See how the prince of darkness tries
All his malicious arts!

He spreads a mist around my eyes,
And throws his fiery darts.

o 4 Be thou my sun, and thou my shield;
My soul in safety keep;

Make haste, before mine eyes are sealed
In death's eternal sleep.

5 How would the tempter boast aloud,
If I become his prey!

Behold the sons of hell grow proud
At thy so long delay.

o 6 But they shall fly at thy rebuke,
And Satan hide his head;

He knows the terrors of thy look,
And hears thy voice with dread.

o 7 Thou wilt display that sovereign grace,
Where all my hopes have hung;
1 shall employ my lips in praise,
And victory shall be sung.]

PSALM 14. C. M. FIRST PART. Reading. [b]
By Nature all Men are Sinners.

1 FOOLS, in their hearts, believe and say,

"That all religion's vain;

"There is no God who reigns on high, "Or minds th' affairs of men.'

2 From thoughts so dreadful and profane,
Corrupt discourse proceeds;

And in their impious hands are found for
Abominable deeds.

3 The Lord, from his celestial throne,
Looked down on things below,

To find the man who sought his grace,
Or did his justice know.

1

4 By nature all are gone astray,
Their practice all the same:

There's none who fears his Maker's hand;
There's none who loves his name.

5 Their tongues are used to speak deceit,
Their slanders never cease;

How swift to mischief are their feet,
Nor know the paths of peace.

6 Such seeds of sin, that bitter root,
In every heart are found;

Nor can they bear diviner fruit,
Till grace refine the ground."

f

Plymouth.

C. M. SECOND PART. Reading. [b]

1 [

The Folly of Persecutors.

RE sinners now so senseless grown,

That they the saints devour!

And never worship at thy throne,
Nor fear thine awful power?

2 Great God, appear, to their surprise,
Reveal thy dreadful name;

Let them no more thy wrath despise,
Nor turn our hopes to shame.

e 3 Dost thou not dwell among the just? ⠀

And yet our foes deride,

d

That we should make thy name our trust;
Great God, confound their pride.

o 4 O that the joyful day were come,

To finish our distress!

o When God shall bring his children home,
Our song shall never cease.]

PSALM 15. C. M. St. Martin's. [*]
Character of a Citizen of Zion.

WO God of holiness?

HO shall inhabit in thy hill,

Whom will the Lord admit to dwell
So near his throne of grace?
2 The man who walks in pious ways,
And works with pious hands?
Who trusts his Maker's promises,
And follows his commands.

3 He speaks the meaning of his heart,
Nor slanders with his tongue;
Will scarce believe an ill report,
Nor do his neighbour wrong.

4 The wealthy sinner he contemns,
Loves all who fear the Lord!
And though to his own hurt he swears,
Still he performs his word.

5 His hands disdain a golden bribe,
And never gripe the poor:

This man shall dwell with God on earth,

And find his heaven secure.]

L. M. Leeds. Oporto. [*]

Duties to God and Man; or, the Christian.
HO shall ascend thy heavenly place,

1 W Great God, and dwell before thy face?

-The man who minds religion now,

And humbly walks with God below:

2 Whose hands are pure, whose heart is clean:
Whose lips still speak the thing they mean;
No slanders dwell upon his tongue:
He hates to do his neighbour wrong.
3 [Scarce will he trust an ill report,
Nor vent it to his neighbour's hurt:
Sinners of state he can despise,
But saints are honoured in his eyes.]

4 [Firm to his word he ever stood,
And always makes his promise good:
Nor dares to change the thing he swears,
Whatever pain or loss he bears.]

5 [He never deals in bribing gold,
And mourns that justice should be sold;"
While others gripe and grind the poor,
Sweet charity attends his door.]

e 6 He loves his enemies, and prays
For those who curse him to his face;
-And does to all men still the same
That he would hope or wish from them.
7 Yet when his holiest works are done,
His soul depends on grace alone :—
o This is the man thy face shall see,
And dwell forever, Lord, with thee.

PSALM 16. L. M. FIRST PART. Shoel. [b]
Good Works profit Men, not God..

e 1

RESERVE me, Lord, in time of need;
For succour to thy throne I flee,

But have no merits there to plead;
My goodness cannot reach to thee.

e 2 Oft have my heart and tongue confessed,
How empty and how poor I am;

My praise can never make thee blessed,
Nor add new glories to thy name:

-3 Yet, Lord, thy saints on earth may reap
Some profit by the good we do;

These are the company I keep,

These are the choicest friends I know.

4 Let others choose the sons of mirth, To give a relish to their wine;

I love the men of heavenly birth,

Whose thoughts and language are divine.

L. M.

1

HOW

Christ's All-sufficiency.

[OW fast their guilt and sorrows rise,
Who haste to seek some

I will not taste their sacrifice,

idol god;

Their offerings of forbidden blood.