JUDGMENTS ON PERSECUTORS.
1 NOW plead my cause, Almighty God, With all the sons of strife;
And fight against the men of blood, Who fight against my life.
2 Draw out Thy spear, and stop their way: Lift Thine avenging rod; But, to my soul in mercy say,
"I am Thy Saviour God."
3 They plant their snares to catch my feet. And nets of mischief spread:
Plunge the destroyers in the pit, That their own hands have made.
4 Let fogs and darkness hide their way, And slippery be their ground: Thy wrath shall make their lives a prey, And all their rage confound.
5 They fly, like chaff before the wind, Before Thine angry breath:
The angel of the Lord behind,
Pursues them down to death.
6 They love the road that leads to hell: Then must the rebels die, Whose malice is implacable Against the Lord on high.
7 But if Thou hast a chosen few Among that impious race; Divide them from the bloody crew By Thy surprising grace.
8 Then will I raise my tuneful voice To make Thy wonders known;
In their salvation I'll rejoice, And bless Thee for my own.
THE LOVE OF CHRIST TYPIFIED IN DAVID.
1 BEHOLD the love, the generous love That holy David shows!
Mark how his tender bowels move For his afflicted foes!
2 When they are sick, his soul complains, And seems to feel the smart; The spirit of the gospel reigns, And melts his pious heart.
3 How did his flowing tears condole As for a brother dead!
And fasting mortified his soul, While for their life he prayed.
4 They groaned and cursed him on their bed: Yet still he pleads and mourns: And double blessings on his head The righteous God returns.
5 O glorious type of heavenly grace! Thus Christ the Lord appears; While sinners curse, the Saviour prays, And pities them with tears.
6 He, the true David, Israel's king, Blessed and beloved of God, To save us rebels, dead in sin, Paid His own dearest blood.
1 WHEN man grows bold in sin,
My heart within me cries, "He hath no faith of God within, Nor fear before his eyes."
2 He walks a while concealed In a self-flattering dream;
Till his dark crimes, at once revealed, Expose his hateful name.
3 His heart is false and foul,
His words are smooth and fair: Wisdom is banished from his soul, And leaves no goodness there. 4 He plots upon his bed
New mischiefs to fulfil:
He sets his heart, his hand and head, To practise all that's ill.
5 But there's a dreadful God, Though men renounce His fear: His justice, hid behind the cloud, Shall one great day appear. 6 His truth transcends the sky; In heaven His mercies dwell; Deep as the sea His judgments lie; His anger burns to hell.
7 How excellent His love, Whence all our safety springs! Oh! never let my soul remove From underneath His wings!
CONFIDENCE IN DIVINE PROVIDENCE.
1 O LORD, Thy mercy, my sure hope, The highest orb of heaven transcends; Thy sacred truth's unmeasured scope, Beyond the spreading sky extends. 2 Thy justice like the hills remains; Unfathomed 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 sheltering wings their refuge make, And saints to 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 head, Of joys that shall for ever last. 5 With Thee the springs of life remain; Thy presence is eternal day:
Oh! let Thy grace Thy saints sustain: To upright hearts Thy truth display.
FOLLY OF ENVYING THE WICKED.
1 WHY should I vex my soul and fret To see the wicked rise?
Or envy sinners, waxing great By violence and lies?
2 As flowery grass, cut down at noon, Before the evening fades;
So shall their glories vanish soon, In everlasting shades.
3 Then let me make the Lord my trust, And practise all that's good; So shall I dwell among the just, And He'll provide me food.
4 I, to my God, my ways commit, And cheerful wait His will;.
Thy hand, which guides my doubtful feet, Shall my desires fulfil.
5 Mine innocence shalt Thou display;
And make Thy judgments known, Fair as the light of dawning day, And glorious as the noon.
6 The meek at last the earth possess, And are the heirs of heaven:
True riches with abundant peace, To humble souls are given.
7 Rest in the Lord, and keep His way, Nor let your anger rise;
Though Providence should long delay, To punish haughty vice.
8 Let sinners join to break your peace, And plot, and rage, and foam; The Lord derides them, for He sees Their day of vengeance come.
9 They have drawn out the threatening sword; Have bent the murderous bow,
To slay the men who fear the Lord, And bring the righteous low.
10 My God shall break their bows, and burn Their persecuting darts:
Shall their own swords against them turn, And pain surprise their hearts.
RELIGION IN WORDS AND DEEDS.
1 WHY do the wealthy wicked boast, And grow profanely bold?
The meanest portion of the just, Excels the sinner's gold.
2 The wicked borrows of his friends, But ne'er designs to pay: The saint is merciful and lends,
Nor turns the poor away.
3 His alms with liberal heart he gives Among the sons of need; His memory to long ages lives, And blessed is his seed.
4 He fears to talk with lips profane, To slander or defraud:
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