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5 The wicked shall sink down to hell;
Thy wrath devour the lands
That dare forget thee, or rebel
Against thy known commands.

6 Though saints to sore distress are brought,
And wait, and long complain,
Their cries shall not be, still, forgot,
Nor shall their hopes be vain.

7 Rise, great Redeemer, from thy seat,
To judge and save the poor;
Let nations tremble at thy feet,
And man prevail no more.

8 Thy thunder shall affright the proud,
And put their hearts to pain;

Make them confess that thou art God,
And they but feeble men.

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Prayer heard, and Saints saved.

HY doth the Lord stand off so far,
And why conceal his face,

When great calamities appear,
And times of deep distress?

2 Lord, shall the wicked still deride
Thy justice and thy power?
Shall they advance their heads in pride,
And still thy saints devour?

3 They put thy judgments from their sight,
And then insult the poor;
They boast in their exalted height,
That they shall fall no more.

4 Arise, O God, lift up thy hand;
Attend our humble cry;
No enemy shall dare to stand,
When God ascends on high.

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5 Why do the men of malice rage,

And say, with foolish pride,

"The God of heaven will ne'er engage To fight on Zion's side ?"

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6 But thou for ever art our Lord;
And powerful is thy hand,

As when the heathen felt thy sword,
And perished from thy land.

7 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray,
And cause thine ear to hear;
Wilt mark whate'er thy children say,
And put the world in fear.

8 Proud tyrants shall no more oppress,
No more despise the just;

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And mighty sinners shall confess
They are but earth and dust.

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Confidence in the Justice of God.
Y refuge is the God of love;

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Why do my foes insult and cry,— "Fly, like a timorous trembling dove, To distant woods or mountains fly ?" 2 If government be all destroyed,

That firm foundation of our peace,) And violence make justice void,

Where shall the righteous seek redress? 3 The Lord in heaven has fixed his throne; His eye surveys the world below: To him all mortal things are known, His eyelids search our spirits through. 4 If he afflicts his saints so far,

To prove their love and try their grace, What may the bold transgressors fear? His very soul abhors their ways.

5 On impious wretches he will rain

Tempests of brimstone, fire, and death, Such as he kindled on the plain

Of Sodom, with his angry breath.

6 The righteous Lord loves righteous souls, Whose thoughts and actions are sincere; And with a gracious eye beholds

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The men who his own image bear.

The Saint's Safety in evil Times. LORD, if thou dost not soon appear, Virtue and truth will fly away;

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A faithful man among us here

Will scarce be found, if thou delay.
2 The whole discourse, when neighbors meet,
Is filled with trifles, loose, and vain;
Their lips are flattery and deceit,

And their proud language is profane. 3 But lips that with deceit abound

Shall not maintain their triumph long; The God of vengeance will confound The flattering and blaspheming tongue. 4 "Yet shall our words be free," they cry; "Our tongues shall be controlled by none; Where is the Lord will ask us why, Or say our lips are not our own ?" 5 The Lord, who sees the poor oppressed, And hears the oppressor's haughty strain, Will rise to give his children rest,

Nor shall they trust his word in vain.
6 Thy word, O Lord, though often tried,
Void of deceit shall still appear;
Not silver, seven times purified

From dross and mixture, shines so clear.
7 Thy grace shall in the darkest hour
Defend the holy soul from harm;
Though, when the vilest men have power,
On every side will sinners swarm.

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Prevailing Wickedness.

1 HELP, Lord, for men of virtue fail; Religion loses ground;

The sons of violence prevail,

And treacheries abound.

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!

"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

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

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5 Lord, when iniquities abound,
And blasphemy grows bold,
When faith is hardly to be found,
And love is waxing cold;-
6 Is not thy chariot hastening on?
Hast thou not given the sign?
May we not trust and live upon
A promise so divine?

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

I will appear to their surprise,
And set my servants free."

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

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The men that in thy truth confide,
Shall find the promise sure.

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Pleading with God under Desertion.

OW long, O Lord, shall I complain,
Like one that seeks his God in vain?

Canst thou thy face for ever hide,

And I still pray, and be denied?

2 Shall I for ever 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;
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!
But I have trusted in thy grace,
And shall again behold thy face.

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6 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.

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Complaint under Temptations.

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 laboring 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.

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.

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.

7 Thou wilt display that sovereign grace,
Where all my hopes are hung;

I shall employ my lips in praise,
And victory shall be sung.

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FIRST PART.

By Nature all Men are Sinners.

OOLS in their hearts believe and say
That all religion's vain;

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

2 From thoughts so dreadful and profane,

Corrupt discourse proceeds;

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