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The dreadful Judge, with stern command, Divides him to a different place.

6 " Straight is the way my saints have trod; "I bless'd the path, and drew it plain ; "But you would choose the crooked road, "And down it leads to endless pain."


Christ's death, resurrection, and ascension. C.M.

1 WHY did the nations join to slay

The Lord's anointed Son?
Why did they cast his laws away,
And tread his gospel down?

2 The Lord that sits above the skies,
Derides their rage below;

He speaks with vengeance in his eyes,
And strikes their spirits through.

3" I call him my Eternal Son,

"And raise him from the dead; "I make my holy hill his throne, "And wide his kingdom spread. 4"Ask me, my Son, and then enjoy "The utmost heathen lands: "Thy rod of iron shall destroy "The rebel that withstands."

5 Be wise, ye rulers of the earth,
Obey th' anointed Lord,

Adore the King of heav'nly birth,
And tremble at his word.

6 With humble love address his throne:
For if he frown, ye die:
Those are secure, and those alone,
Who on his grace rely.


Praise to our Creator. L.M.

1 BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne,
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy ;
Know that the Lord is God alone,
He can create, and he destroy!
2 His sov'reign pow'r, without our aid,
Made us of clay and form'd us men;
And when like wand'ring sheep we stray'd,
He brought us to his fold again!

3 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, High as the heav'ns our voices raise;

And earth with her ten thousand tongues
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise.
4 Wide as the world is thy command;
Vast as eternity thy love!

Firm as a rock thy truth must stand,
When rolling years shall cease to move.


Lord's-day Morning. C.M.

1 LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high;

To thee will I direct my prayer,
To thee lift up mine eye.

2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone
To plead for all his saints,
Presenting at his Father's throne
Our songs and our complaints.

3 Thou art a God, before whose sight
The wicked shall not stand;
Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,
Nor dwell at thy right hand.

4 But to thy house will I resort,
To taste thy mercies there;
I will frequent thine holy court,
And worship in thy fear.

5 O may thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness!
Make every path of duty straight,
And plain before my face.


Temptations in sickness overcome.


1 LORD, I can suffer thy rebukes,

When thou with kindness dost chastise;

But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear:

O let it not against me rise.

2 Pity my languishing estate,
And ease the sorrows that I feel;

The wounds thine heavy hand hath made,
O let thy gentler touches heal!

3 See how I pass my weary days

In sighs and groans; and when 'tis night,

My bed is water'd with my tears;

5 I feel

My grief consumes, and dims my sight. 4 Look how the powers of nature mourn! How long, Almighty God, how long? When shall thine hour of grace return? When shall I make thy grace my song? my flesh so near the grave, My thoughts are tempted to despair; But graves can never praise the Lord, For all is dust and silence there. 6 Depart, ye tempters, from my soul, And all despairing thoughts depart; My God, who hears my humble moan, Will ease my flesh, and cheer my heart.


Wrath and mercy from the judgment seat. C.M.

1 WITH my whole heart I'll raise my song; Thy wonders I'll proclaim;

Thou, sovereign Judge of right and wrong,
Wilt put thy foes to shame.

2 I'll sing thy majesty and grace;
My God prepares his throne
To judge the world in righteousness,
And make his vengeance known.

3 Then shall the Lord a refuge prove
For all the poor oppress'd;

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

4 The men that know thy name, will trust In thy abundant grace;

For thou hast ne'er forsook the just,
Who humbly seek thy face.

5 Sing praises to the righteous Lord,
Who dwells on Zion's hill,
Who executes his threat'ning word,
And doth his grace fulfil.


By nature all men are sinners. C.M.

1 FOOLS in their hearts believe and say,

"That all religion's vain ;

"There is no God that reigns on high, Or minds the affairs of men."


2 From thoughts so dreadful and profane, Corrupt discourse proceeds;

And in their impious hands are found
Abominable deeds.

3 The Lord, from his celestial throne,
Look'd down on things below,
To find the man that sought his grace,
Or did his justice know.

4 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.

5 Their tongues are used to speak deceit, Their slanders never cease;

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