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St. Ann.

m 4 He that in heaven sits shall laugh; the Lord shall scorn them all.

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5 Then shall he speak to them in wrath,
in rage he vex them shall.

6 Yet, notwithstanding, I have him
to be my King appointed;
And over Sion, my holy hill,
I have him King anointed.
7 The sure decree I will declare;
the Lord hath said to me,
Thou art mine only Son; this day

I have begotten thee.

8 Ask of me, and for heritage

the heathen I'll make thine; And, for possession, I to thee will give earth's utmost line.

ƒ 9 Thou shalt, as with a weighty rod
of iron, break them all;

And, as a potter's sherd, thou shalt
them dash in pieces small.

m 10 Now therefore, kings, be wise; be taught, ye judges of the earth:

11 Serve God in fear, and see that ye join trembling with your mirth.

12 Kiss ye the Son, lest in his ire

ye perish from the way,

If once his wrath begin to burn;
bless'd all that on him stay.

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Chant 223.

m 1 0 LORD, how are my foes increas'd? against me many rise.

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2 Many say of my soul, mp For him
in God no succour lies.

mf 3 Yet thou my shield and glory art,
th' uplifter of mine head.

4 I cry'd, and, from his holy hill,
the Lord me answer made.

5 I laid me down and slept, I wak'd;
for God sustained me.

ƒ 6 I will not fear though thousands ten set round against me be.

m 7 Arise, O Lord; save me, my God; for thou my foes hast stroke All on the cheek-bone, and the teeth of wicked men hast broke.

f 8 Salvation doth appertain

unto the Lord alone:

Thy blessing, Lord, for evermore thy people is upon.

Graefenberg; Holy Trinity.

m 1 GIVE ear unto me when I call,

God of my righteousness:

Have mercy, hear my pray'r; cthou hast enlarg'd me in distress.

Where high the heav'n-ly A great High Priest our

God not made with hands, of man-kind appears.

mp 20 ye the sons of men! how long will ye love vanities?

How long my glory turn to shame,
and will ye follow lies?

af 3 But know, that for himself the Lord
the godly man doth choose:
The Lord, when I on him do call,
to hear will not refuse.

mp 4 Fear, and sin not; talk with your heart on bed, and silent be.

a 5 Off'rings present of righteousness,

and in the Lord trust ye.

6 O who will show us any good?
is that which many say:
But of thy countenance the light,
Lord, lift on us alway.

7 Upon my heart, bestow'd by thee,

more gladness I have found
Than they, ev'n then, when corn and
did most with them abound.

8 I will both lay me down in peace,
and quiet sleep will take;

ƒ Because thou only me to dwell
in safety, Lord, dost make.

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2 Hear my loud cry, my King, my God; for I to thee will pray.

3 Lord, thou shalt early hear my voice: I early will direct

My pray'r to thee; and, looking up, an answer will expect.

4 For thou art not a God that doth in wickedness delight;

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Neither shall evil dwell with thee,
Nor fools stand in thy sight.

All that ill-doers are thou hat'st;
Cutt'st off that liars be:
The bloody and deceitful man

abhorred is by thee.

m 7 But I into thy house will come in thine abundant grace; And I will worship in thy fear toward thy holy place.

8 Because of those mine enemies,

Lord, in thy righteousness

Do thou me lead; do thou thy way make straight before my face.

9 For in their mouth there is no truth, their inward part is ill; Their throat's an open sepulchre, their tongue doth flatter still. 100 God, destroy them; let them be

by their own counsel quell'd:

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Them for their many sins cast out,
for they 'gainst thee rebell'd.

f11 But let all joy that trust in thee,

and still make shouting noise;

For them thou sav'st: let all that love thy name in thee rejoice.

12 For, Lord, unto the righteous man thou wilt thy blessing yield: With favour thou wilt compass him about, as with a shield.

Old Saxony.

p 1 LORD, in thy wrath rebuke me not; Nor in thy hot rage chasten me.

2 Lord, pity me, for I am weak: Heal me, for my bones vexed be. 3 My soul is also vexed sore; But, Lord, how long stay wilt thou make? c 4 Return, O Lord, my soul set free; O save me, for thy mercies' sake. p 5 Because those that deceased are

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Of thee shall no remembrance have;
And who is he that will to thee
Give praises lying in the grave?
6 I with my groaning weary am,
I also all the night my bed

Have caused for to swim; and I
With tears my couch have watered.

ANOTHER VERSION OF THE SAME.
Walsal. Chant 260.

p 1 IN thy great indignation,
O Lord, rebuke me not;

Nor on me lay thy chast'ning hand,
in thy displeasure hot.

2 Lord, I am weak, therefore on me
have mercy, and me spare:

Heal me, O Lord, because thou know'st
my bones much vexed are.

3 My soul is vexed sore: but, Lord, how long stay wilt thou make? m 4 Return, Lord, free my soul; and save me, for thy mercies' sake.

p 5 Because of thee in death there shall
no more remembrance be:
Of those that in the grave do lie,
who shall give thanks to thee?

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In pieces rending it, while there is no deliverer.

3 O Lord my God, if it be so that I committed this;

If it be so that in my hands iniquity there is :

4 If I rewarded ill to him

that was at peace with me; (Yea, ev'n the man that without

cause

my foe was I did free ;)

mp 5 Then let the foe pursue and take my soul, and my life thrust Down to the earth, and let him lay mine honour in the dust.

mf 6 Rise in thy wrath, Lord, raise thyself, for my foes raging be;

And, to the judgment which thou hast commanded, wake for me.

7 So shall th' assembly of thy folk

about encompass thee:

Thou, therefore, for their sakes, return
unto thy place on high.

8 The Lord he shall the people judge;
my judge, JEHOVAH, be,

After my righteousness, and mine

integrity in me.

up 9 0 let the wicked's malice end; but stablish stedfastly

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The righteous: for the righteous God the hearts and reins doth try.

ƒ10 In God, who saves th' upright in heart, is my defence and stay.

m 11 God just men judgeth, God is wroth with ill men ev'ry day.

12 If he do not return again,

then he his sword will whet;
His bow he hath already bent,
and hath it ready set:
13 He also hath for him prepar'd
the instruments of death;
Against the persecutors he
his shafts ordained hath.

mp 14 Behold, he with iniquity

doth travail, as in birth; A mischief he conceived hath, and falsehood shall bring forth. 15 He made a pit, and digg'd it deep, another there to take; But he is fall'n into the ditch which he himself did make.

16 Upon his own head his mischief
shall be returned home;

His vi'lent dealing also down
on his own pate shall come.

thou crowned hast his head.

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