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O Lord our Lord how excellent! Ps. viii. 1.
Old Version. O God our Lord, how wonderful
Are thy works ev'ry where ! Thy fame surmounts in dignity
The highest heav'ns that are.
Ev'n by the mouth of tender babes
Thou wilt confound thy foes ; For in those babes thy might is seen,
Thy graces they disclose.
And when I see the heav'ns above,
The works of thy own hand;
In order as they stand.
Lord! what is man, that thou of him
Tak’st such abundant care ?
To visit dost not spare ?
Who through faith subdued kingdoms. Heb. xi. 33.
To cheer my dying hours !
And his terrific pow'rs.
Joyful, with all the strength I have,
My quiv'ring lips shall sing ; “Where is thy boasted victry grave?
And where's the monster's sting?
If sin be pardon'd, I'm secure,
Death hath no sting beside ; The law condemns, I feel its pow'r,
But Christ my ransom died.
Now, to the God of victory,
Immortal thanks be paid ;
Through Christ, our living head.
I will love thee O Lord my strength! Ps. xviii. 1.
Old Version. O God, my strength and fortitude,
Of force I must love thee; Thou art my castle and defence,
In my necessity.
The Lord descended from above,
And bowed the heav'ns most high : And underneath his feet he cast
The darkness of the sky.
On cherubs and on cherubim,
Full royally he rode;
Came flying all abroad.
Who then is God except the Lord ?
Other there sure is none; Or who is the Omnipotent,
Saving our God alone ?
Praise ye the Lord. Ps. cxxxv. 1. Old Version. O praise the Lord, praise ye his name,
Praise him with one accord; O praise him still, all ye that be
The servants of the Lord.
O praise him, ye that stand and see
The glory of the Lord;
Praise him with one accord.
Praise ye the Lord, for he is good,
Sing praises to his name; It is a sweet and pleasant thing,
His praises to proclaim.
The Lord most surely will avenge
His people with all speed ; And to his servants he will show
Favour in time of need.
Pray without ceasing. 1 Thess. v. 17. PRAY'R is the soul's sincere desire,
Utter'd or unexprest; The motion of an hidden fire
That trembles in the breast.
Pray’r is the burden of a sigh,
The falling of a tear; . The upward glancing of an eye,
When none but God is near.
Pray’r is the simplest form of speech
That infant lips can try; Pray’r, the sublimest strains that reach
The Majesty on high.
Pray’r is the christian's vital breath;
The christian's native air; His watchword at the gate of death ;
He enters heav'n with pray’r.