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2 Let not thy face be hid from me,
Nor frown my soul away:

God of my life, I fly to thee
In a distressing day.

3 Should friends and kindred, near and dear, Leave me to want, or die;

My God would make my life his care,
And all my need supply.

4 My fainting flesh had died with grief;
Had not my soul believ'd,

Thy grace would soon provide relief;
Nor was my hope deceiv'd.

5 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints,
And keep your courage up:
He'll raise your spirit when it faints,
And far exceed your hope.

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Prayer and praise, for deliverance from Enemies.
GOD of grace, my cry attend!

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Lest, like the sons of guilt become,
Beguil'd by satan, I descend

With hopeless wretches to the tomb.

2 To thee my humble sighs arise;
With lifted hands on thee I call;
Lord, hear my fervent pray'rs and cries,
Nor leave me in despair to fall.

3 Oh, save my soul from shame and sin;
Nor let my heedless footsteps go,
Where harden'd wretches swift decline
Down the broad way to endless woe.

4 While peace their flatt'ring lips proclaim, And love profess, and hope impart;

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They blast their neighbour's honest fame,
And wing their arrows to his heart.

5 But, while they plant the secret snare,
Thy searching eyes their path regard:
Thy hands their dreadful doom prepare,
And mete their guilt its just reward.

6 Because their hearts thy works despise, Thy works of wisdom, grace, and pow'r; Thy hand, regardless of their cries,

Shall sink them, that they rise no more.

7 Blest be the Lord, who heard my pray'r;
The Lord my shield, my help, my song;
Who sav'd my soul from sin and fear;
And tun'd with praise my thankful tongue.
8 In the dark hour of deep distress,

My foes beset, of death afraid;
My spirit trusted in his grace,

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And sought, and found his heav'nly aid. 9 O blest Redeemer, great and kind!

Thy shield, thy saving strength, shall be
The shield, the strength, of ev'ry mind,
That loves thy name, and trusts in thee.
10 Remember, Lord, thy chosen seed;
Israel defend from guilt and woe:
Thy flock in richest pastures feed,
And guard their steps from ev'ry foe.

11 Zion exalt, her cause maintain;
With peace and joy her courts surround:
In show'rs let endless blessings rain,
And saints eternal praise resound.

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PSALM 29. L. M.

Storm and Thunder.

IVE to the Lord, ye sons of fame,

G Give to the Lord renown and pow'r:

Ascribe due honours to his name,
And his eternal might adore.

2 The Lord proclaims his pow'r aloud;
Upon the ocean and the land:

His voice divides the wat'ry cloud,
And lightnings blaze at his command.
3 He speaks, and tempest, hail and wind,
Lay the wide forest bare around:
The fearful hart, and frighted hind,
Leap at the terror of the sound.

4 To Lebanon he turns his voice,
And lo, the stately cedars break;
The mountains tremble at the noise,
The valleys roar, the desarts quake.
5 The Lord sits sov'reign on the flood;"
The Thund'rer reigns for ever king;
But makes his church his blest abode,
Where we his awful glories sing.
6 In gentler language there the Lord
The counsels of his grace imparts:
Amid the raging storm, his word
Speaks peace and courage to our hearts.

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PSALM 30. L. M.

Sickness healed.

WILL extol thee, Lord, on high,
At thy command diseases fly:

Who, but a God, can speak, and save
From the dark borders of the grave?

2 Sing to the Lord, ye saints of his,
And tell how large his goodness is;
Let all your pow'rs rejoice and bless,
While you record his holiness.

3 His anger but a moment stays;
His love is life and length of days:
Tho' grief and tears the night employ,
The morning-star restores the joy.
4 Firm was my health, my day was bright,
And I presum'd 'twould ne'er be night:
Fondly I said within my heart,

"Pleasure and peace shall ne'er depart." 5 But I forgot thine arm was strong, Which made my mountain stand so long; Soon as thy face began to hide,

My health was gone, my comforts died. 6 I cried aloud to thee, my God:

"What can'st thou profit by my blood? "Deep in the dust can I declare

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"Thy truth, or sing thy glories there? 7 "Hear me, O God of grace," I said, "And bring me from among the dead:" Thy word rebuk'd the pains I felt; Thy pard'ning love remov'd my guilt. 8 My groans, and tears, and forms of woe, Are turn'd to joy and praises now; I throw my sackcloth on the ground, And ease and gladness gird me round. 9 My tongue, the glory of my frame, Shall ne'er be silent of thy name:

Thy praise shall sound thro' earth and heav'n, For sickness heal'd and sins forgiv❜n.

PSALM 31. First Part.

C. M.

Deliverance from death.

1 [NTO thy hand, O God of truth,
My spirit I commit;

Thou hast redeem'd my soul from death,
And sav❜d me from the pit.

2 The passions of my hope and fear.
Maintain❜d a doubtful strife;

While sorrow, pain, and sin conspir'd
To take away my life.

3 "My times are in thy hand," I cry'd,
"Tho' I draw near the dust:"
Thou art the refuge where I hide,
The God in whom I trust.

4 O make thy reconciled face
Upon thy servant shine,"

And save me for thy mercy's sake!
For I'm entirely thine.

5 "Twas in my haste my spirit said,
"I must despair and die;
"I am cut off before thine eyes;"
But thou hast heard my cry.

6 Thy goodness how divinely free!
How wond'rous is thy grace
To those that fear thy majesty,
And trust thy promises!

7 O love the Lord, all ye his saints,
And sing his praises loud:

He'll bend his ear to your complaints,
And recompense the proud.

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