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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. 10 Prayer heard, and Saints saved. C.M. 1 WHY doth the Lord stand off so far,
And why conceal his face, When great calamities appear,
And times of deep distress?
Thy justice and thy power?
And still thy saints devour?
And then insult the poor;
That they shall fall no more. 4 Arise, O God, lift up thy hand;
Attend our humble cry;
When God ascends on high.
5 Why do the men of malice rage,
And say, with foolish pride, 66 The God of heaven will ne’er engage
To fight on Zion's side ?”
6 But thou for ever art our Lord;
And powerful is thy hand,
And perished from thy land.
And cause thine ear to hear;
And put the world in fear.
No more despise the just;
They are but earth and dust.
Y refuge is the God of love;
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,
Whose thoughts and actions are sincere; And with a gracious eye beholds
The men who his own image bear. 12 The Saint's Safety in evil Times. L, M, 1
ORD, if thou dost not soon appear,
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
3,3 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. 12 Prevailing Wickedness.
C. M. 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
Is raised to seats of power and pride,
And bears the sword in vain.
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 ?
And make oppressors flee;
And set my servants free."
Through ages shall endure;
Shall find the promise sure. 13 Pleading with God under Desertion. L. M 1 , ,
Like one that seeks his God in vain ?
and be denied ? 2 Shall I for ever be forgot,
As one whom thou regardest not?
And still despair of thy return?
Be with these anxious thoughts oppressed,
Rejoice to see me sunk so low?
Before my death conclude my grief;
I sleep in everlasting night.
If but one praying soul be lost!
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. 13 Complaint under Temptations. 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?
Wrestle and toil in vain ?
And ease my raging pain.
All his malicious arts;
And throws his fiery darts.
My soul in safety keep;
In death's eternal sleep.
If I become his prey!
At thy so long delay.
And Satan hide his head;
And hears thy voice with dread.
Where all my hopes are hung;
First Part. 14
By Nature all Men are Sinners. 1
FOOLS in their hearts þelieve and say
Or minds th' affairs of men.
Corrupt discourse proceeds;