4 Turn, turn thee to my soul;
Bring thy salvation near:
When will thy hand release
Out of the deadly snare?
O! keep my soul from death, Nor put my hope to shame; For I have plac'd my only trust In my Redeemer's name.
1 O LORD, my judge, thy searching eyes My deeds and thoughts have known: On thee my stedfast soul relies,
And waits on thee alone.
2 O search me still; my heart and reins
With strictest view survey;
It is thy love my hope sustains,
Thy truth directs my way.
3 How oft, inspir'd with warmth divine,
Thy temple have I trod;
How lov'd the courts, whose walls enshrine
The glory of my God!
4 Pour forth, O Lord, while thus I tread The path by thee prepar'd,
Thy beams of mercy on my head;
And round me plant a guard.
5 Thou, Lord, my steps hast fixt aright,
And pleas'd shalt hear my tongue
With Israel's favour'd sons unite,
To form the grateful song.
1 THE Lord of Glory is my light, And my salvation too :
God is my strength; nor will I fear
What all my foes can do.
2 One privilege my heart desires:
O! grant me an abode
Among the churches of thy saints,
The temples of my God.
3 There shall I offer my requests,
And see thy beauty still;
Shall hear thy messages of love,
And there inquire thy will.
4 When troubles rise, and storms appear,
There may his children hide :
God has a strong pavilion, where
He makes my soul abide.
5 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints,
And keep your courage up;
He'll raise your spirit when it faints,
And far exceed your hope.
1 GIVE to the Lord, ye sons of fame,
Give to the Lord renown and pow'r;
Ascribe due honours to his name,
And his eternal might adore.
2 The Lord proclaims his pow'r aloud,
Over the ocean and the land;
His voice divides the wat'ry cloud,
And lightnings blaze at his command.
3 To Lebanon he turns his voice,
And, lo! the stately cedars break;
The mountains tremble at the noise,
The vallies roar, the deserts quake.
4 The Lord sits sov'reign on the flood;
The Thund'rer reigns for ever King;
But makes his church his blest abode,
Where we his awful glories sing.
5 In gentler language there the Lord
The counsels of his grace imparts;
Amidst the raging storm, his word
Speaks peace and courage to our hearts.
1 I WILL extol thee, Lord, on high; At thy command diseases fly :
Who but a God can speak and save
From the dark borders of the grave?
2 Sing to the Lord, ye saints of his,
And tell how large his goodness is:
Let all your pow'rs rejoice, and bless,
While you record his holiness.
3 His anger but a moment stays;
His love is life and length of days;
Though grief and tears the night employ,
The morning-star restores the joy.
4 My tongue, the glory of my frame,
Shall ne'er be silent of thy name;
Thy praise shall sound thro' earth & heav'n,
For sickness heal'd, and sins forgiv❜n.
DEFEND me, Lord, from shame,
For still I trust in thee;
As just and righteous is thy name,
From danger set me free.
Bow down thy gracious ear,
And speedy succour send;
Do thou my stedfast Rock appear,
To shelter and defend.
Whate'er events betide,
Thy wisdom times them all :
Then, Lord, thy servant safely hide
From those that seek his fall.
How great thy mercies are
To such as fear thy name!
Which thou, for those that trust thy care,
Dost to the world proclaim.
Ye, that on God rely,
Courageously proceed;
He will your hearts with strength supply,
In every time of need.
O BLESSED Souls are they,
Whose sins are cover'd o'er;
Divinely blest, to whom the Lord
Imputes their guilt no more.
2 They mourn their follies past,
And keep their hearts with care;
Their lips and lives, without deceit,
Shall prove their faith sincere.
While I conceal'd my guilt,
I felt the fest'ring wound;
Till I confess'd my sins to thee,
And ready pardon found.
Let sinners learn to pray;
Let saints keep near the throne;
Our help, in times of deep distress,
Is found in God alone.
1 BLEST is the nation, where the Lord
Hath fix'd his gracious throne;
Where he reveals his heavenly word,
And calls their tribes his own.
2 His eye, with infinite survey,
Does the whole world behold;
He form'd us all of equal clay,
And knows our feeble mould.
3 Vain is the strength of beasts or men,
To hope for safety thence:
But holy souls from God obtain
A strong and sure defence.
4 God is their fear, and God their trust,
When plagues or famine spread;
His watchful eye secures the just
Among ten thousand dead."
5 Lord, let our hearts in thee rejoice,
And bless us from thy throne;
For we have made thy word our choice,
And trust thy grace alone.
1 THROUGH all the changing scenes of life,
In trouble and in joy,
The praises of my God shall still
My heart and tongue employ.
2 Of his deliv'rance I will boast,
Till all that are distress'd,
From my example comfort take,
And charm their griefs to rest.
3 O magnify the Lord with me,
With me exalt his name:
|