2 'Tis useless toil our stores to keep, Early to rise and late to sleep, Unless thy presence, Lord, be nigh, And providential care supply.
3 Teach us in all our cares to flee For guidance and for help to thee: Thy blessing ask, whate'er we do, And in thy strength, our work pursue.
4 So we, thy sons, by mercy led, Through life's dark path shall safely tread; And in thy blessing, never cease To find prosperity and peace.
1 WHEN, rising from the bed of death, O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear, I see my Maker, face to face, Oh! how shall I appear?
2 If yet, while pardon may be found, And mercy may be sought,
My heart with inward horror shrinks, And trembles at the thought,
3 When thou, O Lord, shall stand disclos'd, In majesty severe,
And sit in judgment on my soul, Oh! how shall I appear?
4 But thou hast told the troubled soul, That doth her sins lament, That Jesus suffer'd unto death, Her suff'rings to prevent.
5 Then why, my soul, should'st thou despair Full pardon to procure, Since Christ, the Lord of glory, died To make that pardon sure?
1 LORD, for ever at thy side May my place and portion be: Strip me of the robe of pride; Clothe me with humility.
2 Meekly as an infant child, Weaned from the mother's breast, By no subtlety beguil'd, On thy faithfulness I rest.
3 Saints, rejoicing evermore, In the Lord Jehovah trust; Him in all his ways adore, Wise, and wonderful, and just.
PSALM CXXXIII. (s. M.)
1 BLEST are the sons of
Whose hearts and hopes are one, Whose kind designs, to serve and please, Through all their actions run.
2 Blest is the pious house,
Where zeal and friendship meet,
Their songs of praise, their mingled vows, Make their communion sweet.
3 Thus on the heavenly hills The saints are blest above, Where joy, like morning dew distils, And all the air is love.
PSALM CXXXVII. (D. L. M.)
1 WHEN Israel sat by Babel's stream, Their harps were on the willows hung; Of Zion was their mournful dream, Sad were their tears, their harps unstrung: With taunting scorn their haughty foes, Taught them what fate to slaves belongs Proud in their pow'r they mock'd their woes, And ask'd for Zion's sacred songs.
2 For Zion's songs? ah thought abhorr'd! How, Salem, could they sing of thee; Or tell the praises of the Lord, While in their sad captivity?
O Zion! to remember thee, Shall ever be thy sons' employ ; Thy woes, their heaviest grief shall be, Thy happiness, their highest joy.
PSALM CXXXVIII. (L. M.)
1 WITH all my pow'rs, of heart and tongue, I'll praise my Maker in my song; Angels shall hear the notes I raise, Approve the song, and join the praise. 2 I'll sing thy truth and mercy, Lord, I'll sing the wonders of thy word; Not all thy works and names below, So much thy power and glory show. 3 To God I cried when troubles rose; He heard me, and subdu'd my foes; He did my rising fears control,
And strength diffus'd through all my soul. 4 Amidst a thousand snares I stand, Upheld and guarded by thy hand; Thy words my fainting soul revive, And keep my dying faith alive.
5 Grace will complete what grace begins, To save from sorrows, or from sins; The work that wisdom undertakes, Eternal mercy ne'er forsakes.
PSALM CXXXIX. (L. M.)
1 THOU, Lord, by strictest search hast known My rising up and lying down;
My secret thoughts are known to thee, Known long before conceiv'd by me.
2 Surrounded by thy power I stand, On every side I find thy hand : O skill, for human reach too high! Too dazzling bright for mortal eye! 3 O, could I so perfidious be,
To think of once deserting thee? Where, Lord, could I thy influence shun, Or, whither from thy presence run?
4 If I the morning's wings could gain, And fly beyond the western main, Thy swifter hand would first arrive, And there arrest thy fugitive.
5 Or should I try to shun thy sight, Beneath the sable wings of night; One glance from thee, one piercing ray, Would kindle darkness into day.
6 Search, try, O God, my thoughts and heart, If mischief lurks in any part;
Correct me where I go astray, And guide me in thy perfect way.
1 FOR ever blessed be the Lord, My Saviour and my shield; He sends his Spirit, with his word, To arm me for the field.
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