2 Our strength, which firm as earth did stand, Is rent by thy avenging hand:

O! heal the breaches thou hast made;
We shake, we fall, without thy aid.

3 Our folly's sad effects we feel,

For drunk with discord's cup we reel :
Let thy right hand thy saints protect:
Lord, hear the pray'rs that we direct.

4 Do thou our fainting cause sustain,
For human succours are but vain;
Fresh strength and courage God bestows;
"Tis he treads down our proudest foes.

I WHEN overwhelm'd with grief,
My heart within me dies,

Helpless, and far from all relief,
To heav'n I lift mine eyes.

2 O lead me to the rock
That's high above my head;
And make the covert of thy wings
My shelter and my shade.

3 Within thy presence, Lord,
For ever I'll abide;

Thou art the tow'r of my defence,
The refuge where I hide.

4 Thou givest me the lot
Of those that fear thy name;
If endless life be their reward,
I shall possess the same.

No Trust in the Creatures.

1 MY spirit looks to God alone;
My rock and refuge is his throne;
In all my fears, in all my straits,
My soul on his salvation waits.

2 Trust him, ye saints, in all your ways,
Pour out your hearts before his face;
When helpers fail, and foes invade,
God is our all-sufficient aid.

3 False are the men of high degree,
The baser sort are vanity:
Laid in the balance doth appear
Light as a puff of empty air.

4 Once has his awful voice declar'd, Once and again my ears have heard, "All pow'r is his eternal due ;

"He must be fear'd and trusted too."

5 For sov'reign pow'r reigns not alone;
Grace is a partner of the throne :
Thy grace and justice, mighty Lord,
Shall well divide our last reward.

The Morning of the Lord's Day.

1 EARLY, my God, without delay,
I haste to seek thy face;
My thirsty spirit faints away,
Without thy cheering grace.

2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand,
Beneath a burning sky,

Long for a cooling stream at hand,
And they must drink or die.

3 I've seen thy glory and thy pow'r
Through all thy temples shine;
My God, repeat that heav'nly hour,
That vision so divine!

4 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.

5 Not life itself, with all her joys,
Can my best passions move;

Or raise so high my cheerful voice,
As thy forgiving love.

6 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.

PSALM LXIV. C. M.

Sinners exposed-God's Justice displayed-the
Righteous triumphant.

1 THE slanders which the wicked vent,
Upon themselves shall fall;

Their crimes disclos'd shall make them be
Despis'd and shunn'd by all.

2 The world shall then the Lord confess,
And nations trembling stand;
Convinc'd that 'tis the mighty work
Of his avenging hand.

3 While righteous men, by God secur'd,
In him shall gladly trust;

And all the list'ning earth shall hear,
Loud triumphs of the just.

10 THOU, who to my humble pray'r Dost always lend thy list'ning ear,

To thee shall all mankind repair,
And at thy gracious throne appear.
2 Our sins, though numberless, in vain,
To stop thy flowing mercy try;
Whilst thou o'erlook'st the guilty stain,
And washest out the crimson dye.

3 Bless'd is the man, who near thee plac'd,
Within thy sacred dwelling lives;
While we at bumble distance taste,
The vast delights thy temple gives.

A Call to the World to own the Glory, Power, and
Majesty of God.

LET all the lands with shouts of joy,
To God their voices raise ;
Sing psalms in honour of his name,
And spread his glorious praise.

2 And let them say, How dreadful, Lord,
In all thy works art thou!
To thy great pow'r thy stubborn foes
Shall all be fore'd to bow.

3 Through all the earth the nations round Shall thee their God confess;

And with glad hymns their awful dread
Of thy great name express.