There they behold thy gentler rays, And seek thy face, and learn thy praise. 5 Blest are the men whose hearts are set To find the way to Zion's gate: God is their strength, and through the road 6 Cheerful they walk with growing strength, PSALM LXXXV. 1 SALVATION is for ever nigh The souls that fear and trust the Lord; 2 Mercy and truth on earth are met, By his obedience so complete Justice is pleas'd, and peace is given. 3 Now truth and honour shall abound, Religion dwell on earth again, And heav'nly influence bless the ground In our Redeemer's gentle reign. 4 His righteousness is gone before, Our wand'ring feet shall stray no more, PSALM LXXXVI. 1 RECEIVE, O Lord! my mournful suit, Thy gracious ear incline; Hear me, distrest, and destitute 2 From thee perpetual bounty flows, 3 Instruct me in thy way to go, 4 Thy mercy, shewn to me, in vain PSALM LXXXVII. 1 GOD in his earthly temple lays 2 His mercy visits every house That pay their night and morning vows; 3 What glories were describ'd of old! Thy fame shall Tyre and Egypt know. 4 Egypt and Tyre, and Greek and Jew, Shall there begin their lives anew: Angels and men shall join to sing The hill where living waters spring. 5 When God makes up his last account 1 My never-ceasing songs shall shew 2 The sacred truth his lips pronounce, 3 How long the race of David held 4 His seed for ever shall possess 5 Lord God of hosts, thy wondrous ways Are sung by saints above; And saints on earth their honours raise 1 BLEST are the souls that hear and know The gospel's joyful sound: Peace shall attend the path they go, Their joy shall bear their spirits up, 3 The Lord, our glory and defence, PSALM LXXXIX, PART III. 1 REMEMBER, Lord, our mortal state, How frail our life! how short the date! Where is the man that draws his breath Safe from disease, secure from death? 2 Lord, while we see whole nations die, Our flesh and sense repine and cry, 66 Must death for ever rage and reign? "Or hast thou made mankind in vain? 3 "Where is thy promise to the just? Are not thy servants turn'd to dust?" But faith forbids these mournful sighs, And sees the sleeping dust arise. 4 That glorious hour, that dreadful day, Wipes the reproach of saints away, And clears the honour of thy word: Awake our souls, and bless the Lord. PSALM XC. 1 THROUGH every age, eternal God, 2 But man, weak man, is born to die, Made up of guilt and vanity: Thy dreadful sentence, Lord, was just, "Return, ye sinners, to your dust." 3 A thousand of our years amount Scarce to a day in thine account; Like yesterday's departed light, Or the last watch of ending night. 4 Death, like an overflowing stream, Sweeps us away: our life's a dream; An empty tale; a morning flower, Cut down and wither'd in an hour. 5 Our age to seventy years is set; How short the term; how frail the state! And if to eighty we arrive, We rather sigh and groan, than live. 6 Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man, And kindly lengthen out our span, Till a wise care of piety Fit us to die and dwell with thee. PSALM XCI. I HE that hath made his refuge God, Shall walk all day beneath his shade, From birds of prey that seek their blood. 3 What, though a thousand at thy side, At thy right hand ten thousand died? Thy God his chosen people saves, Among the dead, amidst the graves. |