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3 See how in sighs I pass my days,
And waste in groans the weary night:
My bed is watered with my tears;
My grief consumes, and dims my sight.
4 Look how the powers of nature mourn! How long, almighty God, how long? When shall thine hour of grace return ? When shall I make thy grace my song?
5 I feel my flesh so near the grave,
My thoughts are tempted to despair;
But graves can never praise the Lord,
For all is dust and silence there.
6 Depart, ye tempters, from my soul,
And all despairing thoughts depart;
My God, who hears my humble moan,
Will ease my flesh and cheer my heart.
MY trust is in my heavenly Friend,
My hope in thee, my God;
Rise, and my helpless life defend
From those that seek my blood.
2. With insolence and fury they
My soul in pieces tear,
As hungry lions rend the prey
When no deliverer’s near.
3 If e'er my pride provoked them first,
Or once abused my foe,
Then let them tread my life to dust,
And lay mine honour low.
4 If there be malice found in me,
I know thy piercing eyes;
I should not dare appeal to thee,
Nor ask my God to rise.
5 Arise, my God, lift up thy hand,
Their pride and power control;
Awake to judgment, and command
Deliverance for my soul.
6 Let sinners and their wicked rage
Be humbled to the dust;
Shall not the God of truth engage
To vindicate the just?
7. He knows the heart, he tries the reins,
He will defend th' upright:
His sharpest arrows he ordains
Against the sons of spite.
8 Though leagued in guile, their malice spread
A snare before my way;
Their mischiefs on their impious head
His vengeance shall repay.
9 That cruel persecuting race
Must feel his dreadful sword;
Awake, my soul, and praise the grace
And justice of the Lord.
O LORD, our heavenly King,
Thy name is all divine;
Thy glories round the earth are spread,
X; o'er the heavens they shine.
2. When to thy works on high
I raise my wondering eyes,
And see the moon complete in light
Adorn the darksome skies:
3 When I survey the stars,
In all their shining forms,
Lord, what is man, that worthless thing,
Akin to dust and worms ?
4 Lord, what is worthless man
That thou shouldst love him so
Next to thine angels he is placed,
And lord of all below.
5 Thine honours crown his head,
While beasts like slaves obey,
And birds that cut the air with wings,
And fish that cleave the sea.
6 How rich thy bounties are
And wondrous are thy ways:
Of dust and worms thy power can frame
A monument of praise.
ORD, what was man, when made at first, Adam the offspring of the dust, That thou shouldst set him and his race But just below an angel's place
2 That thou shouldst raise his nature so,
And make him lord of all below;
Make every beast and bird submit,
And lay the fishes at his feet?
3 But 0, what brighter glories wait
To crown the second Adam's state |
What honours shall thy Son adorn,
Who condescended to be born 1
4 See him below his angels made,
Behold him numbered with the dead,
To save a ruined world from sin;
But he shall reign with power divine.
5 The world to come, redeemed from all
The miseries that attend the fall,
New made and glorious, shall submit
At our exalted Saviour's feet.
W ITH my whole heart I’ll raise my song,
Thy wonders I’ll proclaim:
Thou sovereign Judge of right and wrong,
Wilt put thy foes to shame.
2 I'll sing thy majesty and grace;
My God prepares his throne
To judge the world in righteousness,
'R. make his justice known.
3 Then shall the Lord a refuge prove
For all the poor oppressed,
To save the people of his love,
And give the weary rest.
4 The men that know thy name, will trust
In thy abundant grace;
For thou wilt ne'er forsake the just,
Who humbly seek thy face.
5 Sing praises to the righteous Lord,
Who dwells on Sion's hill,
Who executes his threatening word,
And doth his grace fulfil.
WHEN the great Judge, supreme and just,
Shall once inquire for blood,
The humble souls that mourn in dust,
Shall find a faithful God.
2 He from the dreadful gates of death
Does his own children raise;
In Sion's gates with cheerful breath,
They sing their Father's praise.
3 His foes shall fall with heedless feet
Into the pit they made;
And sinners perish in the net
That their own hands have spread.
4 Thus by thy judgments, mighty God,
Are thy deep counsels known;
When men of mischief are destroyed,
In snares that were their own.
5 The wicked shall sink down to hell;
That dare forget thee, or rebel
Against thy known commands.
6 Though saints to sore distress are brought,
And wait, and long complain,
Their cries shall never be forgot,
Nor shall their hopes be vain.
7 Rise, great Redeemer, from thy seat,
To judge and save the poor;
Let nations tremble at thy feet,
And man prevail no more.
8 Thy thunder shall affright the proud,
X. put their hearts to pain,
Make them confess that thou art God,
And they but feeble men.
WHY doth the Lord depart so far,
And why conceal his face,
When great calamities appear,
And times of deep distress?
2 Lord, shall the wicked still deride
Thy justice and thy laws?
Shall they advance their heads in pride,
And slight the righteous cause ?
3 They cast thy judgments from their sight,
And then insult the poor;
They boast, in their exalted height,
That they shall fall no more.
4 Arise, O God, lift up thine hand,
Attend our humble cry;
No enemy shall dare to stand
When God ascends on high.
5 Why do the men of malice rage,
And say, with foolish pride,
“The God of heaven will ne'er engage
To fight on Sion's side?”