Let God the Father and the Son, And Spirit be a dored,
Where there are works to make him known, Or saints to
[Ps. 6. iii. 2. Should'st thou condemn my soul to hell,
1. IN mercy, not in wrath, rebuke
Thy feeble worm, my God!
My spirit dreads thine angry look,
And trembles at thy rod.
2. Have mercy, Lord, for I am weak;
Regard my heavy groans:
O let thy voice of comfort speak,
And heal my broken bones.
3. By day, my busy beating head
Is filled with anxious fears;
By night, upon my restless bed,
I weep a flood of tears.
4. Thus I sit desolate and mourn,
Mine eyes grow dull with grief:
How long, my Lord, ere thou return,
And bring my soul relief!
5. O come, and show thy power to save,
And spare my fainting breath;
For who can praise thee in the grave,
Or sing thy name in death?
And crush my flesh to dust,
Heaven would approve thy vengeance well,
And earth must own it just.
3. I from the stock of Adam came,
Unholy and unclean;
All my original is shame,
And all my nature sin.
4. Born in a world of guilt, I drew
Contagion with my breath:
And, as my days advanced, I grew
A juster prey for death.
5. Cleanse me, O Lord, and cheer my soul, With thy forgiving love;
O make my broken spirit whole,
And bid my pains remove!
6. Let not thy Spirit quite depart,
Nor drive me from thy face;
Create anew my vicious heart,
And fill it with thy grace.
7. Then will I make thy mercy known
Before the sons of men;
Backsliders shall address thy throne
And turn to God again.
[Ps. 55. i. 5. Almighty God, reveal thy love,
And not thy wrath alone;
O let thy sweet experience prove
1. O God, my refuge, hear my cries,
Behold my flowing tears;
For earth and hell my hurt devise,
And triumph in my fears.
2. Their rage is leveled at my life,
My soul with guilt they load,
And fill my thoughts with inward strife,
To shake my hope in God.
The mercies of thy throne.
6. [Our souls would learn the heavenly art
T improve the hours we have,
That we may act the wiser part
And live beyond the grave.]
368. Humility and Submission. [Ps. 131. i.
3. With inward pain my heart-strings sound, 1. Is there ambition in my heart?
I groan with every breath;
Horror and fear beset me round,
Among the shades of death.
4. Oh, were I like a feathered dove,
Soon would I stretch my wings,
And fly, and make a long remove
From all these restless things.
5. Let me to some wild desert go,
And find a peaceful home,
Where storms of malice never blow,
Temptations never come.
6. Vain hopes, and vain inventions all, To shun the rage of hell!
The mighty God, on whom I call,
Can save me here as well.
1. LORD, if thine eyes survey our faults,
And justice grows severe,
Thy dreadful wrath exceeds our thoughts,
And burns beyond our fear.
2. Thine anger turns our frame to dust;
By one offence to thee,
Adam and all his sons have lost
Their immortality.
3. Life like a vain amusement flies,
A fable or a song;
By swift degrees our nature dies,
Nor can our joys be long.
4. They are but few whose days amount
To threescore years and ten;
And all, beyond that short account,
Is sorrow, toil, and pain.
Search, gracious God, and see;
Or do I act a haughty part?
Lord, I appeal to thee.
2. I charge my thoughts, be humble still,
And all my carriage mild;
Content, my Father, with thy will,
And quiet as a child.
3. The patient soul, the lowly mind,
Shall have a large reward:
Let saints in sorrow be resigned,
And trust a faithful Lord.
1. WHY is my heart so far from thee, My God, my chief delight?
Why are my thoughts no more by day
With thee, no more by night?
When my forgetful soul renews
The savor of thy grace,
Fondly I hope I ne'er shall lose
The relish all my days.
3. But ere one fleeting hour is past,
The flattering world employs
Some sensual bait to seize my taste,
And to pollute my joys.
4. Wretch that I am to wander thus,
In chase of false delight!
Let me be fastened to thy cross
Rather than lose thy sight.
5. Make haste, my days, to reach the goal,
And bring my heart to rest
On the dear center of my soul,
My God, my Saviour's breast.
1. THE earth forever is the Lord's,
With Adam's numerous race;
[Ps. 24. i. 2. The nations thou hast made shall bring Their offerings round thy throne; For thou alone dost wondrous things,
He raised its arches o'er the floods,
And built it on the seas.
2. But who among the sons of men
May visit thine abode?
He that hath hands from mischief clean,
Whose heart is right with God.
8. This is the man may rise and take
The blessings of his grace:
This is the lot of those that seek
The God of Jacob's face.
4. Now let our soul's immortal powers,
To meet the Lord prepare;
Lift up their everlasting doors,-
The King of glory 's near.
5. The King of glory! who can tell
The wonders of his might?
He rules the nations; but to dwell
With saints is his delight.
Folly of Self-dependence.
1. THE swift not always in the race
Shall seize the crowning prize;
Not always wealth and honor grace
The labor of the wise.
2. Go, husbandman, the soil prepare,
Cast in the precious grain:
To thee belongs the sun, and air?
Dost thou command the rain?
[Hy. 96. 5. Fair garlands of immortal bliss
He weaves for every brow;
And shall rebellious passions rise,
When he corrects us now?
3. Ye crafty, scheme your winding way,
God shall confound your skill:
Know, time and accident obey
His all-directing will.
4. Fond mortals but themselves beguile,
When on themselves they rest;
Blind is their wisdom, weak their toil,
By thee, O Lord, unblest.
5. Evil and good before thee stand,
Thy mission to perform;
The blessing comes at thy command,
At thy command the storm.
6. O Lord, in all our ways we'll own
Thy providential power,
In trusting to thy care alone
The lot of every hour.
[Hy. 403. 1. On thee, each morning, O my God,
My waking thoughts attend;
In thee are founded all my hopes,
In thee my wishes end.
1. PEACE, 't is the Lord Jehovah's hand
That blasts our joys in death;
Changes the visage once so dear,
And gathers back the breath,
2. T is he, the potentate supreme
Of all the worlds above,
Whose steady counsels wisely rule,
Nor from their purpose move.
3. "Tis he, whose justice might demand
Our souls a sacrifice;
Yet scatters, with unwearied hand,
A thousand rich supplies.
4. Our covenant God and Father he,
In Christ our bleeding Lord;
Whose grace can heal the bursting heart,
With one reviving word.
2. My soul, in pleasing wonder lost,
Thy boundless love surveys;
And, fired with grateful zeal, prepares
The sacrifice of praise.
3. When evening slumbers press my eyes,
With thy protection blessed,
In peace and safety I commit
My weary limbs to rest.
4. My spirit, in thy hands secure,
Fears no approaching ill;
For whether waking or asleep,
Thou, Lord, art with me still.
Let God the Fa-ther and the Son, And Spirit, be
Where there are works to make him known,
Or saints to love the Lord.
[Hy. 65. 2. High on a throne of radiant light
Dost thou exalted shine;
What can our poverty bestow,
When all the worlds are thine?
1. GREAT God, thy penetrating eye
Pervades my inmost powers;
With awe profound my wondering soul
Falls prostrate, and adores.
2. To be encompassed round with God,
The holy and the just;
Armed with omnipotence to save,
Or crumble me to dust;-
3. Oh, how tremendous in the thought!
Deep may it be impressed;
And may thy Spirit firmly grave
This truth within my breast.
4. By thee observed, by thee sustained,
Should earth or hell oppose,
I press with dauntless courage on,
To meet the proudest foes.
5. Begirt with thee, my fearless soul
The gloomy vale shall tread;
And thou wilt bind th' immortal crown
Of glory on my head.
1. MISTAKEN Souls! that dream of heaven,
And make their empty boast
Of inward joys, and sins forgiven,
While they are slaves to lust.
2. Vain are our fancies, airy flights,
If faith be cold and dead;
None but a living power unites
To Christ the living head.
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