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From his anointed head:
Bid all his griefs and troubles cease ;
Thro' paths of righteousness and peace,

Our King, propitious, lead.
3 Cover his enemies with shame,
Defeat their proud malicious aim,

And make their councils vain ;
Preserve him, Providence divine !
And let the long Illustrious Line

To latest ages reign. 4 Upon him shower thy blessings down, Crown him with grace, with glory crown,

And everlasting joys;
While wealth, prosperity, and peace,
Our nation and our churches bless,

And praise The GLOBE employs.


537 C. M. Charmouth 28. Ludlow 84,

Desiring the presence of God in amiction
I THOU only centre of my rest !

Look down with pitying eye,
While with protracted pain opprest

I breathe the plaintive sigb.
2 Thy gracious presence, O my God!

My every wish contains ;
With this, beneath aflliction's load,

My heart no more complains.
3 This can my every care controul,

Gild each dark scene with light;
This is the sunshine of the soul,

Without it all is night.
4 My LORD, my life! O cheer my heart

With thy reviving ray,
And bid these mournful shades depart,

And bring the dawn of day
5 O happy scenes of pure delight!

Where thy full beams impart

Unclouded beauty to the sight,

And rapture to the heart,
6 Her part in those fair realms of bliss,

My spirit longs to know
My wishes terminate in this,

Nor can they rest below.
7 LORD! shall the breathings of my

Aspire in vain to thee!
Confirm my hope, that, where thou art,

I sball for ever be.
8 Then shall my cheerful spirit sing

The darksome hours away,
And rise on faith's expanded wing
To everlasting day,


my heart

538 C. M.' Abridge 201. David's 186.

Complaint and Hope under great Pain. 1 LORD! I am pain’d, but I resign

My body to thy will!
'Tis grace, 'tis wisdom all divine,

Appoints the pains I feel.
2 Dark are the ways of providence,

While they who love thee groan.
Thy reasons lie conceal'd from sense,

Mysterious and unknown.
3 Yet nature may have leave to speak,

And plead before her God,
Lest the o’erburden'd heart should break

Beneath thine heavy rod.
4 These mournful groans and flowing tears

Give my poor spirit ease;
While every groan my Father hears,

tear he sees.
5 (How shall I glorify my God,

In bonds of grief confin'd?
Damp'd is my vigour while this clod

Hangs heavy on my mind.]


6 Is not some smiling hour at hand is'i

With peace upon its wings ?
Give it, ò God! thy swift command,

With all the joys it brings.
539 C. M. Windsor 247. London 180.

For a Time of general Sickness. 1 DEATH, with his dread commission seal’d,

Now hastens to his arms :
In awful state he takes the field,

And sounds his dire alarms.
2 Attendant plagues around him stand,

And wait his dread command;
And pains and dying groans obey

The signal of his hand.
3 With cruel force he scatters round

His shafts of deadly power; 1. While the grave waits its destin'd prey, in

Impatient to devour.
4 Look up, ye heirs of endless joy,

Nor let your fears prevail;
Eternal life is your reward,

When life on earth shall fail.
5 What tho' his darts, promiscuous hurl'd,

Deal fatal plagues around;
And heaps of putrid carcasses

O’erload the cumber'd ground; '
6 The arrows that shall wound your flesh,

Were given him from above,
Dipt in the great Redeemer's blood,

And feather'd all with love.
7 These with a gentle hand he throws,

And saints lie gasping too;
But heavenly strength supports their souls,

And bears them conquerors thro'.
8 Joyful they stretch their wings abroad,

And all in triumph rise,

To the fair palace of their God,

And mansions in the skies.


540 (1st P.) S. M. Harborough 142. Stoke 207.

Submission under Affliction.
1 DOST thou my profit

And chasten as a friend ?
O GOD! I'll kiss the smarting rod,

There's honey at the end.
2 Dost thou thro' death's dark vale

Conduct to heaven at last ?
The future good will make amends

For all the evil past.
3 LORD! I would not repine

At strokes in mercy sent ;
If the chastisement comes in love,

My soul shall be content. BEDDONE. 540 (24 P.) 8s. Limefield 94. New Jer. 230.

For a Sick Chamber.
Written when deprived by Sickness of attending Public

1 THE fabric of nature is fair, :: 4.17

But fairer the temple of grace;
To saints 'tis the joy of the earth,

The most glorious and beautiful place,
2 To this temple I once did resort,

With crowds of the people of GOD:.
Enraptur'd we enter'd his courts,
-And hail'd the Redeemer's abode.
3 The Father of mercies we prais'd,

And prostrated low at his throne;
The Saviour eve lov'd and ador'd,

Who lov'd us and made us his own.
4 Full oft to the message of peace,

To sinners address'd from the sky,
We listen'd extolling that grace,
Which set us, once rebels, on high.

-5 Faith clave to the crucified Lamb

; Hope, smiling, exalted its head; Love warm'd at the Saviour's dear name,

And vow'd to observe what he said. 6 What pleasure appear'd in the looks,

Of the brethren and sisters around!

With transport all seem'd to reflect .? On the blessings in Jesus they'd found, 7 Sweet moments ! if aught upon

Resembles the joy of the skies,
It is when the hearts of the flock

Conjoin'd to their Shepherd arise, 8 But, ah! these sweet moments are fled,

Pale sickness compels me to stay
Where no voice of the turtle is heard,

As the moments are hasting away. 9 My God! thou art holy and good,

Thy plans are all righteous and wise;
O help me submissive to wait

Till thou biddest thy servant arise. 10 If to follow thee here in thy courts,

May it be with all ardour and zeal,-
With success and increasing delight,

Performing the whole of thy will. 11 Or shouldst thou in bondage detain

To visit thy temples no more, si
Prepare me for mansions above,

Where nothing exists to deplore ! 12 Where Jesus, the Sun of the place,

Refulgent incessantly shines,
Eternally blessing his saints,

And pouring delight on their minds. 13 There--there are no prisons to hold

The captive from tasting delight;

There--there the day never is clos'd
With shadows, or darkness, or nights

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