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And in their impious hands are found
Looked down on things below,
Or did his justice know.
Their practice all the same;
There's none that loves his name.
Their slanders never cease;
Nor know the paths of peace!
In every heart are found;
C. M. 14
The Folly of Persecutors. 1 AI
RE sinners now so senseless grown,
That they the saints devour, And never worship at thy throné,
Nor fear thine awful power?
Reveal thy dreadful name;
Nor turn our hopes to shame.
And yet our foes deride,
Great God, confound their pride. 4 Oh that the joyful day were come
To finish our distress:
Our song shall never cease.
C. M, 1 WHO shall inhabit in thy hill, Whom will the Lord admit to dwell
So near his throne of grace?
2 The man that walks in pious ways,
And works with righteous hands; That 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 neighbor wrong.
Loves all that fear the Lord;
Still he performs his word.
And never gripe the poor;
And find his heaven secure.
L. M. 1 WI
HO 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;
He hates to do his neighbor wrong. 3 Scarce will he trust an ill report,
Nor vent it to his neighbor's hurt:
But saints are honored in his eyes. 4 Firm to his word he ever stood,
And always makes his promise good;
Whatever pain or loss he bears.
Sweet charity attends his door,
For those that curse him to his face;
7 Yet when his holiest works are done,
His soul depends on grace alone: -
see, And dwell for ever, Lord, with thee. FIRST PART.
L. M. 16
Good Works profit Men, not God. PRESERVE me, Lord, in time
of need; For succor to thy throne I flee, But have no merits there to plead;
My goodness cannot reach to thee. 2 Oft have my heart and tongue confessed How empty and how
poor. I am; My praise can never make thee bless'd,
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;
L. M. 16
Christ's All-sufficiency. 1 H
OW fast their guilt and sorrows rise, I will not taste their sacrifice,
Their offerings of forbidden blood. 2 My God provides a richer cup,
And nobler food to live upon; He for my life has offered up
Jesus, his best beloved Son. 3 His love is my perpetual feast;
By day his counsels guide me right:
Who gives me sweet advice by night. 4 I set him still before mine eyes;
At my right hand he stands prepared To keep my soul from all surprise,
And be my everlasting guard.
L. M. 16
Courage in Death, and Hope of Resurrection. 1
WHEN God is nigh, my faith is strong; ; 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, Which we but tasted here below, Spread heavenly joys through all the place. First PART.
Ver. 1—8. Support and Counsel from God. 1 SAVE me, O Lord, from every foe;
In thee my trust I place; Though all the good that I can do
Can ne'er deserve thy grace.
The saints may profit by 't;
The men of my delight.
And worship wood or stone;
Where the true God is known.
He fills my daily, cup;
But more rejoice in hope.
His counsels are my light;
And gentle hints by night.
6 My soul would all her thoughts approve
To his all-seeing eye;
C. M. 16
The Death and Resurrection of Christ. 1 “I SET the Lord before my face,
; My heart and tongue their joy express,
My flesh shall rest in hope. 2 “My spirit, Lord, thou wilt not leave
Where souls departed are; Nor quit my body to the grave,
To see corruption there.
And raise me to thy throne;
l'hy presence joys unknown.
The holy, David sung,
Of his prophetic tongue.
Was crucified and slain;
Behold, he lives again!
On heaven's eternal hills ?
And there the Father smiles. 17 Ver. 13, &c. The Portion of Saints and of Sinners." S. M 1 A RISE, my gracious God,
And make the wicked flee;
To drive thy saints to thee. 2 Behold, the sinner dies,
His haughty words are vain;
And all beyond is pain.