1 O GOD, my heart is fix'd, 'tis bent, Its thankful tribute to present;
And with my heart, my voice I'll raise To thee, my God, in songs of praise.
2 Awake, my glory; harp and lute, No longer let your strings be mute; And I, my tuneful part to take, Will with the early dawn awake.
3 Thy praises, Lord, I will resound To all the list'ning nations round: Thy mercy highest heav'n transcends, Thy truth beyond the clouds extends.
4 Be thou, O God, exalted high; And, as thy glory fills the sky, So let it be on earth display'd, Till thou art here, as there, obey'd.
1 WHEN overwhelmed with grief, My heart within me dies; Helpless, and far from all relief, To heaven I lift mine eyes.
O lead me to the rock That's high above my head; And make the covert of thy wings, My shelter and my shade.
3 Within thy presence, Lord, For ever I'll abide;
Thou art the tower of my defence, The refuge where I hide.
4 Thou givest me the lot Of those that fear thy name; If endless life be their reward, I shall possess the same.
1 MY soul waits patiently on God, He only is my sure abode, My refuge and my friend : Trusting in him, I shall not fall For when did he despise their call, Who on his grace depend?
2 O all ye people, seek his face; On him your whole dependance place, In comfort or in woe:
Pour out your hearts before the Lord; He will a sure relief afford,
And save from ev'ry foe.
3 Cease ye in mortal man to trust, The feeble offspring of the dust,- Whose highest state is vain:
Look up to God, who reigns on high; For they, who on his love rely, Shall endless life obtain.
1 EARLY, my God, without delay, I haste to seek thy face; My thirsty spirit faints away, Without thy cheering grace.
2 I've seen thy glory and thy power, Through all thy temple shine; My God, repeat that heavenly hour, That vision so divine.
3 Not all the blessings of a feast, Can please my soul so well, As when thy richer grace I taste, And in thy presence dwell.
4 Thus till my last expiring day, I'll bless my God and King; Thus will I lift my hands to pray, And tune my lips to sing.
PSALM LXV. (L. M.)
1 THE praise of Zion waits for thee, My God; and praise becomes thy house, There shall thy saints thy glory see, And there perform their public vows. 2 O thou, whose mercies bend the skies, To save when humble sinners pray, All lands to thee shall lift their eyes, And islands of the northern sea.
3 Against my will my sins prevail, But grace shall purge away the stain;
The blood of Christ will never fail To wash my garments white again.
4 Blest is the man whom thou shalt choose, And give him kind access to thee; Give him a place within thy house, To taste thy love divinely free.
PSALM LXVII. (s. м.)
1 TO bless thy chosen race, In mercy, Lord, incline; And cause the brightness of thy face On all thy saints to shine.
2 That so thy wondrous way
May through the world be known, Whilst distant lands their tribute pay, And thy salvation own.
3 Let diff'ring nations join
To celebrate thy fame;
Let all the world, O Lord, combine To praise thy glorious name.
O let them shout and sing
With joy and pious mirth,
For thou, the righteous Judge and King, Shalt govern all the earth.
5 Then God upon our land
Shall constant blessings show'r, And all the world in awe shall stand Of his resistless pow'r.
1 GOD of my life, to thee I call, Afflicted at thy feet I fall;
When the great water-floods prevail, Leave not my trembling heart to fail.
2 Friend of the friendless and the faint! Where should I lodge my deep complaint? Where but with thee, whose open door Invites the helpless and the poor!
3 Did ever mourner plead with thee, And thou refuse that mourner's plea? Does not the word still fix'd remain, That none shall seek thy face in vain?
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