DIRECT me in thy truth,
And teach me I thee pray;
Thou art my Saviour, and
On thee I wait alway.
Thy mercies manifold,
Remember, Lord, I pray ;
In pity thou art plentiful,
And so hast been alway.
Remember not the faults,
And frailties of my youth; Call not to mind how ignorant I have been of thy truth.
Nor after my deserts,
Let me thy mercy find; But of thine own benignity,
Lord have me in thy mind.
SING, ye sons of might, O sing
Praise to heav'n's eternal King;
Raise to him some new-taught song,
To his praise the note prolong.
Pow'r and strength to him assign,
And before his hallow'd shrine
Yield the homage, that his name
From a creature's lips may claim.
Hark! his voice in thunder breaks;
Hush'd to silence, while he speaks,
Ocean's waves from pole to pole
Hear the awful accents roll.
He the swelling surge commands;
Fix'd his throne for ever stands;
He his people shall increase,
Arm with strength, and bless with peace.
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 steadfast rock appear,
To shelter and defend.
Thy mercies and thy love,
O Lord, recal to mind;
And graciously continue still,
As thou wert ever, kind.
Let all my youthful crimes
Be blotted out by thee;
And, for our great Redeemer's sake,
In mercy think on me.
WHEN various griefs my soul surround,
In thee my sure retreat is found;
Thy wish'd salvation meets my eyes,
And themes of triumph round me rise.
Ye saints exulting lift your voice,
Ye pure of mind in him rejoice,
Whose presence on the soul imprest,
With heav'nly rapture fills the breast.
For this shall all who thee adore,
Ere yet the day of grace be o'er,
To thee with steadfast hope repair,
To thee prefer th' unwearied pray'r.
Then if affliction's tempests rise,
And heave their billows to the skies;
They safe in thee the storm shall brave,
And fearless view the 'whelming wave.
YE righteous, in the Lord rejoice,
It is a seemly sight,
That upright men with thankful voice,
Should praise the Lord of might.
Praise ye the Lord with harp, and sing To him with psaltery;
With ten-string'd instruments sounding, Praise ye the Lord most high :
Sing to the Lord a song most new,
With courage give him praise ;
For why? his word is ever true,
His works and all his ways:
True judgment, equity, and right,
He ever lov'd and will;
And with his gifts he doth delight
The earth throughout to fill.
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