3 The chiefs, who Israel captive led,
Did hymns of us require
And let us hear, our spoilers said,
A song of Sion's choir.

4 Shall we profane a song inspir'd,
By God for Sion's use?

In a strange land, the song desir'd
Our pleasure can't produce.

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WITH my

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whole heart, my God and King, Thy praise I will proclaim:

Before the world with joy I'll sing,
And bless thy holy Name.

2 I'll worship at thy sacred seat;
And, with thy love inspir'd,
The praises of thy truth repeat,
O'er all thy works admir'd.

3 Thou graciously inclin'dst thine ear,
When I to thee did cry;

And, when my soul was press'd with fear,
Didst inward strength supply.

4 The Lord, whose mercies ever last,
Shall fix my happy state;

And, mindful of his favours past,
Shall his own work complete.

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 Thine eye my bed and path surveys,
My public haunts and private ways;
Thou know'st what 'tis my lips would vent,—
My yet unutter'd words' intent.

3 Surrounded by thy pow'r I stand,-
On ev'ry side I find thy hand:
Oh! skill for human reach too high!
Too dazzling bright for mortal eye!

4 I'll praise thee, from whose hands I came,
A work of such a curious frame;

The wonders thou in me hast shown,
My soul with grateful joy must own.
5 Let me acknowledge, too, O God,
That, since this maze of life I trod,
Thy thoughts of love to me surmount
The pow'r of numbers to recount.

6 Search, try, O God, my thoughts and heart, If evil lurks in any part;

Correct me, where I go astray,

And guide me in thy perfect way.

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THOU

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HOU art my God! To thee on high,
Thus prostrate, at thy throne I lie:
Oh! let my pray'r by thee be heard,
From undissembling lips preferr'd.

2 My soul hath known thee, Lord, prepar'd
The helpless and the poor to guard;
To save them from oppression's jaws,
And vindicate their injur'd cause.

3 The righteous souls that love thy ways,
To thee the thankful voice shall raise;
And, studious of thy just command,
Within thy sight accepted stand.

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To haste to my relief;
thee, O Lord, my cries ascend;

And, with accustom'd pity, hear
The accents of my grief!

2 To thee, O Lord, I still direct
My supplicating eyes;

Oh! leave not destitute my soul,
Whose trust on thee relies!

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O God, with mournful voice,
In deep distress, I pray'd;
Made him the umpire of my cause,
My wrongs before him laid.

2 I look'd, but found no friend,
To own me in distress:

All refuge fail'd, no man vouchsaf'd
His pity or redress.

3 To God, at last, I pray'd:

Thou, Lord, my refuge art;
My portion in the land of life,
Till life itself depart.

4 That I may praise thy Name,
My soul from prison bring;
Whilst of thy kind regard to me,
Assembled saints shall sing.

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1

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ORD, hear my pray'r, and to my cry
Thy wonted audience lend;

In thine accustom'd faith and truth,
A gracious answer send :

2 Nor at thy strict tribunal bring
Thy servant to be tried;

For in thy sight no living man
Can e'er be justified.

3 Thou art my God; thy righteous will
Instruct me to obey;

Let thy good Spirit lead, and keep
My soul in thy right way.

4 Oh, for the sake of thy great Name,
Revive my drooping heart!

For thy truth's sake, to me, distress'd,
Thy promis'd aid impart.

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1 Lo

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ORD, what is man, that thou shouldst love
Of him such tender care to take ?
What in his offspring could thee move,
Such great account of him to make?
2 The life of man does quickly fade,
His thoughts but empty are and vain ;
His days are like a flying shade,
Of whose short stay no signs remain.

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TH

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HEE I'll extol, my God and King,
Thy endless praise proclaim;

This tribute daily I will bring,
And ever bless thy Name.

2 The praise that to thy love belongs,
We will with joy proclaim;

Thy truth, of all our grateful songs,
Shall be the constant theme.

3 The Lord is good,-fresh acts of grace
His pity still supplies;

His anger moves with slowest pace,
His willing mercy flies.

4 Thy love through earth extends its fame,
To all thy works express'd:

These shew thy praise, whilst thy great Name
Is by thy servants bless'd.

5 They, with the glorious prospect fir'd,
Shall of thy kingdom speak;

And thy great pow'r, by all admir'd,
Their lofty subject make.

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OH

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H! praise the Lord! and thou, my soul,
For ever bless his Name;

His wondrous love, while life shall last,
My constant praise shall claim.

2 Then happy he, who Jacob's God
For his protector takes;

Who still, with well-plac'd hope, the Lord
His constant refuge makes.

3 The Lord, who made both heav'n and earth,
And all that they contain,

Will never quit his steadfast truth,
Nor make his promise vain.

4 The God that does in Sion dwell,
Is our eternal King;

From age to age his reign endures;
Let all his praises sing.

OH! praise the Lord with hymns of joy,

And celebrate his fame;

For pleasant, good, and comely 'tis,
To praise his holy Name.