V.22,3,6,17-20 L. M. The prosperity of sinners cursed. Lord, what a thoughtless wretch wa… To mourn, and murmur, and repine,

Seeking the pastures of Christ th… SS 1:7. Thou whom my soul admires above All earthly joy and earthly love, Tell me, dear Shepherd, let me kn…

The deity and humanity of Christ. John 1:1,3,14; Col. 1:16. Ere the blue heav’ns were stretche… From everlasting was the Word: With God he was; the Word was Go…

Christ appearing to his church, an… SS 2:8-13. The voice of my Beloved sounds Over the rocks and rising grounds; O’er hills of guilt and seas of gr…

V.1-14 C. M. The sufferings of Christ for our… “Save me, O God, the swelling flo… Break in upon my soul;

Pleading with submission. O thou whose grace and justice rei… Enthroned above the skies, To thee our hearts would tell thei… To thee we lift our eyes.

Melancholy assaulting, and hope pr… To God I cried with mournful voic… I sought his gracious ear, In the sad day when troubles rose, And filled the night with fear.

The promises of the covenant of gr… Isa. 55:1,2; Zech. 13:1; Mic. 7:1… In vain we lavish out our lives To gather empty wind; The choicest blessings earth can y…

V.5-10 L. M. Christ our sacrifice. The wonders, Lord, thy love has w… Exceed our praise, surmount our th…

Saints in the hands of Christ Jn. 10:28,29. Firm as the earth thy gospel stand… My Lord, my hope, my trust; If I am found in Jesus’ hands,

The punishment of luxury and intem… When Isr’el sins, the Lord reprov… And fills their hearts with dread; Yet he forgives the men he loves, And sends them heav’nly bread.

With God is terrible majesty. Terrible God, that reign’st on hi… How awful is thy thund’ring hand! Thy fiery bolts, how fierce they f… Nor can all earth or hell withstan…

Christ found in the street, and br… SS 3:1-5 Often I seek my Lord by night, Jesus, my Love, my soul’s delight… With warm desire and restless thou…

I love the volumes of Thy Word; What light and joy those leaves af… To souls benighted and distressed! Thy precepts guide my doubtful way… Thy fear forbids my feet to stray,

The folly of persecutors. Are sinners now so senseless grown That they the saints devour? And never worship at thy throne, Nor fear thine awful power?