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3 Then shall the Lord a refuge prove
For all who are oppressed,

To save the people of his love,
And give the weary rest.

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For thou didst ne'er forsake the just,
Who humbly sought thy face.

5 Sing praises to the righteous Lord,
Who dwells on Zion's hill;

Who executes his threatening word,
And doth his grace fulfill.

PSALM 9, Second Part, C. M.

The Wisdom and Equity of Providence.

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Shall once inquire for blood,
The humble souls, that mourn in dust,
Shall find a faithful God.

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2 He from the fearful gates of death
Does his own children raise:

On Zion's hill, with tuneful breath,
They sing their Father's praise.

3 Though saints to sore distress are brought,
And wait, and long complain,

Their cries shall never be forgot,
Nor shall their hopes be vain.

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

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PSALM 10, L. M.

Jehovah, the Avenger of the Oppressed.

JEHOVAH reigns your tribute bring;
Proclaim the Lord, th' eternal King:
Crown him, ye saints! with holy joy,
His arm shall all your foes destroy.

2 Thou, Lord! ere yet the humble mind
Had formed to prayer the wish designed,
Hast heard the secret sigh arise,

While, swift to aid, thy mercy flies.

3 Thy Spirit shall our hearts prepare;
Thine ear shall listen to our prayer:

Thou righteous Judge! thou Power divine!
On thee the fatherless recline.

mf 4 The Lord shall save th' afflicted breast,
His arm shall vindicate th' oppressed,
Earth's mightiest tyrant feel his power,
Nor sin, nor Satan grieve them more.

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PSALM 10, First Part, C. M.

Prayer heard, and Saints saved.

aff 1 WHY doth the Lord stand off so far?

And why conceal his face,

When great calamities appear,
And times of deep distress?

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

3 Arise, O Lord! lift up thy hand;
Attend our humble cry;

No enemy shall dare to stand,
When God ascends on high.

4 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray,
And cause thine ear to hear:

Hearken to what thy children say,
And put the world in fear.

PSALM 10, Second Part, C. M.

The God of the Fatherless.

1 HEAR, Lord! the song of praise and prayer
In heaven, thy dwelling-place,

From children, made the public care,
And taught to seek thy face.

2 Thanks for thy word, and for thy day;
And grant us, we implore,

Never to waste, in sinful play,

Thy holy Sabbaths more.

3 Thanks that we hear;-but Oh! impart,
To each, desires sincere,

That we may listen with our heart,

And learn as well as hear.

mf 4 Wisdom and bliss thy word bestows-A sun which ne'er declines:

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Oh! be thy mercy showered on those,
Who placed us where it shines.

PSALM 11, L. M.

God, the Refuge of the Saints.

Y refuge is the God of love:

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Why do my foes insult, and cry"Fly, like a tim'rous trembling dove, To distant woods or mountains fly?" 2 The Lord in heaven has fixed his throne; His eye surveys the world below; To him all mortal things are known;

His eye-lids search our spirits through. 3 If he afflicts his saints so far,

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

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

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The men that his own image bear.

PSALM 12. C. M.

Prayer in Times of Wickedness.

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

The sons of violence prevail,

And treachéries 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 Lord! when iniquities abound,
And impious men grow bold,
When faith is rarely to be found,
And love is waxing cold,-

mf 4 Is not thy chariot rolling on?
Hast thou not given this sign?
May we not rest and live upon
A promise so divine?

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

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Thy word shall still endure;

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

PSALM 13, L. M.

Help in God alonc.

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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.

mf 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.

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PSALM 13, C. M.

Hope in Darkness.

[OW 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.

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My soul in safety keep;

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Make haste, before mine eyes are sealed
In death's eternal sleep.

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

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PSALM 13, 7s.

Pleading for Mercy.

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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 harassed 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.

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PSALM 14, C. M.

All Men, Sinners.

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.