5 "Yes," saith the Lord, "now will I rise,
And make oppressors flee;
I will appear to their surprise,
And set my servants free."

6 Like silver in the furnace tried,
Thy word shall still endure;
The men,that in thy truth confide,
Shall find the promise sure.

1 HOW long, O Lord! shall I complain,
Like one that seeks his God in vain?
How long my soul thine absence mourn,
And still despair of thy return?

2 How long shall my poor troubled breast
Be with these anxious thoughts oppressed?
If thou withhold thy heavenly light,
I sleep in everlasting night.

3 Hear, Lord! and grant me quick relief,
Thy mercy now shall end my grief;
For I have trusted in thy grace,
And shall again behold thy face.
4 Whate'er my fears or foes suggest,
Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest;
My heart shall feel thy love, and raise
My cheerful voice to songs of praise.

13.

C. M.

Hope in Darkness.

1 HOW 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 lab'ring soul-
Wrestle and toil in vain ?

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

3 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.

4 Thou wilt display that sovereign grace,
Whence all my comforts spring;
I shall employ my lips in praise,
And thy salvation sing.

13.

7s.

Pleading for Mercy.

1 LORD of mercy, just and kind! Wilt thou ne'er my guilt forgive? Never shall my troubled mind

In thy kind remembrance live? 2 Lord! how long shall Satan's art Tempt my harrassed soul to sin, Triumph o'er my humbled heart,

Fears without and guilt within? 3 Lord, my God! thine ear incline, Bending to the prayer of faith; Cheer my eyes with light divine, Lest I sleep the sleep of death.

14.

C. M.

All Men, 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 The Lord, from his celestial throne,
Looked down on things below,
To find the man who sought his grace,
Or did his justice know.

3 By nature all are gone astray,
Their practice all the same;
There's none that fears his Maker's hand,
There's none that loves his name.

4 Their tongues are used to speak deceit, Their slanders never cease:

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

5 Such seeds of sin-that bitter root-
In every heart are found;

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

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7s and 6s.

The Salvation of Israei.

1 OH! that the Lord's salvation
Were out of Zion come,
To heal his ancient nation,
To lead his outcasts home.
How long the holy city
Shall heathen fect profane?
Return, O Lord! in pity:
Rebuild her walls again.
2 Let fall thy rod of terror,

Thy saving grace impart;
Roll back the veil of error,
Release the fettered heart;
Let Israel, home returning,
Their lost Messiah see;
Give oil of joy for mourning,
And bind thy church to thee.

15.

L. M.

The Citizen of Zion.

4

1 WHO shall ascend thy heavenly place,
Great God! and dwell before thy face?
The man that 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 neighbor wrong.

3 He loves his enemies, and prays
For those that curse him to his face;
And doth to all men still the same

That he would hope or wish from them.
4 Yet, when his holiest works are done,
His soul depends on grace alone:
This is the man thy face shall see,
And dwell for ever, Lord! with thee.

15.

7s.

The Heir of Heaven.

1 WHO, O Lord! when life is o'er,

Shall to heaven's blest mansions soar?
Who, an ever-welcome guest,

In thy holy place shall rest?

2 He, whose heart thy love has warmed;
He, whose will to thine conformed,
Bids his life unsullied run;

He, whose words and thoughts are one :-
3 He, who shuns the sinner's road,
Loving those who love their God;
Who, with hope and faith unfeigned,
Treads the path by thee ordained :-
4 He, who trusts in Christ alone,
Not in aught himself hath done :-
He, great God! shall be thy care,
And thy choicest blessings share.

16.

L. M.

Death and the Resurrection.

1 WHEN God is nigh, my faith is strong,
His arm is my almighty prop;
Be glad, my heart! rejoice, my tongue!
My dying flesh shall rest in hope.

2 Though in the dust I lay my head,
Yet, gracious God! thou wilt not leave
My soul for ever with the dead,

Nor lose thy children in the grave.
3 My flesh shall thy first call obey,
Shake off the dust and rise on high;
Then shalt thou lead the wondrous way
Up to thy throne above the sky.

4 There streams of endless pleasure flow;
And full discoveries of thy grace,

16.

Which we but tasted here below,

Spread heavenly joys through all the place,

FIRST PART, C. M.

Support and Counsel from God.

1 LET heathens to their idols haste,

And worship wood or stone;

But my delightful lot is cast

Where the true God is known.

2 His hand provides my constant food,
He fills my daily cup;

Much am I pleased with present good,
But more rejoice in hope.

3 God is my portion and my joy;
His counsels are my light;

He gives me sweet advice by day,
And gentle hints by night.

4 My soul would all her thoughts approve To his all-seeing eye;

16.

Not death, nor hell, my hope shall move,
While such a friend is nigh.

SECOND PART, C. M.

The Death and Resurrection of Christ.

1 "I SET the Lord before my face,
He bears my courage up;

My heart and tongue their joys express,
My flesh shall rest in hope.

2 "My spirit, Lord! thou wilt not leave,
Where souls departed are;

Nor quit my body in the grave,
To see corruption there.

3 "Thou wilt reveal the path of life,
And raise me to thy throne;
Thy courts immortal pleasure give,
Thy presence joys unknown."

4 Thus in the name of Christ, the Lord,
The holy David sung,

And Providence fulfills the word
Of his prophetic tongue.

5 Jesus, whom every saint adores,
Was crucified and slain:

Behold! the tomb its prey restores,
Behold! he lives again.

6 When shall my feet arise and stand
On heaven's eternal hills?

There sits the Son at God's right hand,
And there the Father smiles.

17.

L. M.

Prospect of the Righteous.

I WHAT sinners value I resign;
Lord! 't is enough that thou art mine;
I shall behold thy blissful face,
And stand complete in righteousness.