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FOURTH PART. C. M.

Dundee.

P 1 BEHOLD us, Lord, with humble fear
Approach thy temple gate;

Though most unworthy to draw near,
Or in thy courts to wait.

mf 2 But, trusting in thy boundless grace,
To all so freely given,

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We worship in thy holy place,
And lift our souls to heaven.

3 Lead us in all thy righteous ways,
Nor let our footsteps slide:

Make straight thy path before our face,
Our guardian, still, and guide.

mf 4 No more to sin, Lord, let us yield,
Defended from above,

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And kept, and covered with the shield
Of thy almighty love.

FIFTH PART. C. M.

Ormond.

1 LORD, hear me, when without disguise
My words to thee ascend;
And when my meditations rise,
Oh graciously attend.

2 Before thy throne I'll humbly fall,
And all my troubles bring;
On thee alone for help I'll call,
My righteous God and King.

mf 3 Soon as the morning rays appear,
I'll lift my eyes above;

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My voice shall reach thy listening ear,
And supplicate thy love.

mf 4 Within thy house my voice shall rise
Before thy mercy-seat;

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There will I fix my steadfast eyes,
And worship at thy feet.

5 In righteousness thy strength display,
And my protection be;

Teach me to know that only way,
Which leads to heaven and thee.

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FIRST PART. L. M.

Severe Chastisements deprecated.

1 LORD, I can suffer thy rebukes,

Bath.

When thou with kindness dost chastise;
But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear;
Oh let it not against me rise.

p 2 Pity my languishing estate,

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And ease the sorrow that I feel;
The wounds thy heavy hand hath made,
O Lord, in tender mercy heal.

3 Look how the powers of nature mourn!
How long, almighty God, how long?
When shall thine hour of grace return?
When shall I make thy grace my song?

SECOND PART. C. M.

mp 1 IN mercy, not in wrath, rebuke
Thy feeble worm, my God;

My spirit dreads thine angry look,
And trembles at thy rod.

2 Have mercy, Lord, for I am weak;
Regard my humble cry:

Oh let thy voice of comfort speak,
And bring salvation nigh.

3 Oh come,

Bether.

and show thy power to save,
And spare my fainting breath;

For who can praise thee in the grave,
Or sing thy name in death?

4 Satan, my cruel, envious foe,
Insults me in my pain;

He smiles to see me brought so low,
And tells me hope is vain :-

5 But hence, thou enemy, depart,
Nor tempt me to despair;

My Saviour comes to cheer my heart;
The Lord has heard my prayer.

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FIRST PART. L. M. Timsbury.
God the righteous Judge.

f 1 ARISE, O God-with just disdain
The anger of thy foes restrain!
To judgment wake-on thy command
Justice and truth securely stand.

2 So shall thy people round thy seat,
In holy crowds, rejoicing meet:
And since on thee our hopes rely,
Return, and fix thy power on high.

SECOND PART. L. M.

Luton.

1 THE Lord is judge-before his throne All nations shall his justice own: P Oh may my soul be found sincere,

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And stand approved with courage there.
2 The Lord, in righteousness arrayed,
Surveys the world his hands have made;
Pierces the heart, and tries the reins,
And judgment from on high ordains.
3 My God, my Shield! around me place
The shelter of the Saviour's grace:
Then, when thine arm the just shall save,
My life shall triumph o'er the grave.

FIRST PART. L. M. Effingham. The divine Glory celebrated.

mf1 ALMIGHTY Ruler of the skies,

Through all the earth thy name is spread, And thine eternal glories rise

Above the heavens thy hands have made.

2 To thee the voices of the young

Their sounding notes of honor raise;
And babes, with uninstructed tongue,
Declare the wonders of thy praise.

3 Amidst thy temple children throng
To see their great Redeemer's face,
The Son of David is their song,
And loud hosannas fill the place.

SECOND PART. L. M.

Alfreton.

The condescending Grace of God.
1 O LORD, our Lord, in power divine,
How great is thy illustrious name!
Through all the earth thy glories shine,
Placed high above the heavenly frame.
2 Down from his throne thy Son descends,
A little time our form to wear:
Beneath th' angelic hosts he bends,

Our sufferings and our guilt to bear.
3 But, lo! thy power exalts him high,
In glorious dignity enthroned;
He bears our nature to the sky,

O'er all thy works the Ruler crowned. 4 Jesus, our Lord, in power divine,

How great is thy illustrious name! Through all the earth thy glories shineLet all the earth resound thy fame.

THIRD PART. C. M. St. Martin's.

1 O LORD, our Lord, how wondrous great Is thine exalted name!

The glories of thy heavenly state

Let men and babes proclaim.

2 Lord, what is man, or all his race,
Who dwells so far below,

That thou should'st visit him with grace,
And love his nature so?—

3 That thine eternal Son should bear
To take a mortal form;

Made lower than his angels are,
To save a dying worm!

4 Let him be crowned with majesty,
Who bowed his head to death;
And be his honors sounded high
By all things that have breath.

5 Jesus, our Lord, how wondrous great
Is thine exalted name!

The glories of thy heavenly state
Let all the earth proclaim.

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FOURTH PART. C. M. St. Martin's.

1 O THOU, to whom all creatures bow,
Within this earthly frame,

Through all the world, how great art thou!
How glorious is thy name!

2 When heaven, thy glorious work on high,
Employs my wondering sight;

The moon that nightly rules the sky,
With stars of feebler light;-

mp 3 Lord, what is man! that thou shouldst choose To keep him in thy mind!

Or what his race! that thou shouldst prove
To them so wondrous kind!

4 O thou, to whom all creatures bow,
Within this earthly frame;

Through all the world, how great art thou!
How glorious is thy name!

FIFTH PART. C. M.

Dundee.

1 JEHOVAH, Lord of power and might,
How glorious is thy name!

The blaze of day-the pomp of night,
Thy majesty proclaim.

2 Lord, what is man-weak, sinful man-
That he thy care should prove;

That thou for him shouldst deign to plan
Such mighty acts of love!

3 Made in thine image at his birth-
Next to the heavenly host,

And sovereign of the new-formed earth,
Each privilege he lost.

4 Then did the pitying Saviour leave
The glories of the sky,-

Oh! love too wondrous to conceive!
For sinful man to die,-

5 To die, that we, by grace restored,
Might life and glory claim-

O great Creator, Saviour, Lord,
How excellent thy name!