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1 THROUGH all the changing scenes of life,
In trouble, and in joy,
My heart and tongue employ.
2 Of His deliv'rance I will boast,
Till all that are distrest
And charm their griefs to rest.
3 O! magnify the LORD with me,
With me exalt His Name;
He to my rescue came.
4 The hosts of God encamp
around The dwellings of the just : Deliv'rance He affords to all
Who on His succour trust.
5 O! make but trial of His love;
Experience will decide
Who in His truth confide.
6 Fear Him, ye saints; and you will then
Have nothing else to fear:
you His service your delight;
Psalm XXXVI. Saints' interest in God's Attributes and Proridence. 1 O LORD, Thy mercy, my sure hope,
The highest orb of Heav'n transcends; Thy sacred truth's unmeasur'd scope
Beyond the spreading sky extends. 2 Thy justice, like the hills, remains ;
Unfathom'd depths Thy judgments are ; Thy providence the world sustains ;
The whole creation is Thy care. 3 Since of Thy goodness all partake,
With what assurance should the just Thy shelt'ring wings their refuge make,
And saints in Thy protection trust! 4 Such guests shall to Thy courts be led,
To banquet on Thy love's repast; And drink, as from a fountain's head,
Of joys that shall for ever last.
Thy presence is eternal day:
Of him that moves by His command : Though he sometimes may be distress'd, Yet shall he ne'er be quite oppress'd ;
For God upholds him with His hand,
2 Observe the perfect man with care,
Their roughest days in peace shall end :
Their strength in time of need is He:
Andfrom the wicked set them free.
Mortality of Man.-Vanity of the World. 1 TEACH me the measure of my days,
Thou Maker of my frame; I would survey
life's narrow space,
An inch or two of time;
In all his flow'r and prime !
Like shadows o'er the plain;
But all their noise is vain.
Some toil for earthly store;
And straight are seen no more.
5 What should I wish or wait for then,
From creatures, earth and dust?
And disappoint our trust.
My fond desires recal;
all. Psalm XXXIX. Submission under Affliction.-Man a Sojourner. 1 SILENT I stood beneath Thy rod,
And silent still I'll stand :
I own Thy chast’ning hand.
To me destructive prove?
Thy vengeful stroke remove!
To close this wasting span, Crush'd, like the moth, his beauty dies ;
Such vanity is man!
Nor still Thy help deny!
Beneath thy hand I lie.
From stage to stage I go: As all my fathers were before,
Short sojourner below!
6 O! grant me, LORD! a kind reprieve;
My gracious strength restore,
Go hence- and be no more!
Deliverance from great Distress.
1 I WAITED meekly for the LORD,
Till He vouchsaf'd a kind reply;
2 He took me from the dismal pit,
When founder'd deep in miry clay; On solid ground He plac'd my feet,
And suffer'd not my steps to stray. 3 The wonders He for me has wrought
Shall fill my mouth with songs of praise ; And others, to His worship brought,
To hopes of like deliv'rance raise.
4 Who can the wondrous works recount
Which Thou, O GOD, for us hast wrought? The treasures of Thy love surmount The pow'r of numbers, speech, and thought.
5 For those who humbly seek Thy face,
To joyful triumphs shall be rais'd ; And all who prize Thy saving grace,
With mé resound, The LORD be prais d.