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.
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.
4 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 ?
4 Poor though I am, despis'd, forgot,
Yet God, my God, forgets me not;
And he is safe, and must succeed,
For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead.
1 MY God, my everlasting hope,
I live upon thy truth;
Thine hands have held my childhood up,
And strengthen'd all my youth.
2 Still has my life new wonders seen,
Repeated every year;
Behold my days that yet remain,
I trust them to thy care.
3 Cast me not off when strength declines, When hoary hairs arise,
And round me let thy glories shine,
Whene'er thy servant dies!
4 Then in the history of my age,
When men review my days,
They'll read thy love in every page,
In every line thy praise!
1 WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys;
Transported by the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise!
2 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul
Thy tender care bestow'd,
Before my infant heart conceiv'd
From whom those comforts flow'd!
3 When in the slipp'ry paths of youth, With heedless steps I ran,
Thine arm unseen convey'd me safe,
And led me up to man.
4 Through every period of my life
Thy goodness I'll pursue,
And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.
5 Through all eternity to thee
A grateful song I'll raise;
But oh! eternity's too short,
To utter all thy praise!
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