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2 Up from my youth I bore the rage
Of all the sons of strife;
Oft they assailed my riper age,
But God preserved my life.

3 O'er all my frame their cruel dart
Its painful wounds impressed;
Daily they vexed my fainting heart,
Nor let my sorrows rest.

4 The Lord in anger, on his throne,
With an impartial eye,

Measured the mischiefs they had done,
Then let his arrows fly.

5 How was their insolence surprised
To hear his thunders roll,
And all the foes of Sion seized
With horror to the soul!

6 Thus shall the men that hate the saints
Be blasted from the sky;

Their glory fades, their courage faints,
And all their prospects die.

7 What though they flourish tall and fair;
They have no root beneath;
Their growth shall perish in despair,
And lie despised in death.

8 So corn that on the house-top stands,
No hope of harvest gives;

The reaper ne'er shall fill his hands,
Nor binder fold the sheaves.

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OUT of the deeps of long distress,
The borders of despair,

I sent my cries to seek thy grace,
My groans to reach thine ear.

2 Great God, should thy severer eye,
And thine impartial hand,

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Mark and revenge iniquity,

No mortal flesh could stand.

3 But there are pardons with my God,
For crimes of high degree;

Thy Son hath bought them with his blood,
To draw us near to thee.

4 I wait for thy salvation, Lord,
With strong desires I wait;
My soul, invited by thy word,
Stands watching at thy gate.

5 Just as the guards that keep the night
Long for the morning skies,

Watch the first beams of breaking light,
And meet them with their eyes:

6 So waits my soul to see thy grace;
And more intent than they,
Meets the first openings of thy face,
And finds a brighter day.

7 Then in the Lord let Israel trust,
Let Israel seek his face;

The Lord is good, as well as just,
And plenteous in his grace.

8 There's full redemption at his throne
For sinners long enslaved;

The great Redeemer is his Son,
And Israel shall be saved.

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ROM deep distress and troubled thoughts,
To thee, my God, I raised my cries:

If thou severely mark our faults,
No flesh can stand before thine eyes.

2 But thou hast built thy throne of grace,
Free to dispense thy pardons there,
That sinners may approach thy face,
And hope, and love, as well as fear.

3 As the benighted pilgrims wait,
And long and wish for breaking day;
So waits my soul before thy gate;
When will my God his face display?
4 My trust is fixed upon thy word,
Nor shall I trust thy word in vain ;
Let mourning souls address the Lord,
And find relief from all their pain.
5 Great is his love, and large his grace,
Through the redemption of his Son:
He turns our feet from sinful ways,
And pardons what our hands have done.
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Is there ambition in my heart?
Search, gracious God, and see;

Or do I act a haughty part?

Lord, I appeal to thee.

2 I charge my thoughts, be humble still,
And all my carriage mild;
Content, my Father, with thy will,
And peaceful as a child.

3 The patient soul, the lowly mind,
Shall have a large reward;

Let saints in sorrow lie resigned,
And trust a faithful Lord.

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HERE shall we go to seek and find
A habitation for our God,

A dwelling for th' Eternal Mind,
Among the sons of flesh and blood?
2 The God of Jacob chose the hill
Of Sion for his ancient rest;
And Sion is his dwelling still;
His church is with his presence blest.

3 “Here will I fix my gracious throne,
And reign for ever," saith the Lord;
"Here shall my power and love be known,
And blessings shall attend my word.

4 "Here will I meet the hungry poor,
And fill their souls with living bread;
Sinners, that wait before my door,
With sweet provision shall be fed.

5 "Girded with truth, and clothed with grace,
My priests, my ministers shall shine;
Not Aaron, in his costly dress,
Appears so glorious and divine.

6 "The saints, unable to contain

Their inward joy, shall shout and sing;
The Son of David here shall reign,
And Sion triumph in her King."

7 Jesus shall see a numerous seed
Born here to uphold his glorious name;
His crown shall flourish on his head,
While all his foes are clothed with shame.

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No sleep nor slumber to his eyes

Good David would afford,

Till he had found below the skies
A dwelling for the Lord.

2 The Lord in Sion placed his name,
His ark was settled there;
And there the assembled nation came
To worship thrice a year.

3 We trace no more those toilsome ways,
Nor wander far abroad;

Where'er thy people meet for praise,
There is a house for God.

4 Arise, O King of grace, arise,
And enter to thy rest:

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Lo! thy church waits with longing eyes,

Thus to be owned and blest.

5 Enter, with all thy glorious train,
Thy Spirit and thy word;

All that the ark did once contain,
Could no such grace afford.

6 Here, mighty God, accept our vows;
Here let thy praise be spread;
Bless the provisions of thy house,
And fill thy poor with bread.

7 Here let the Son of David reign,
Let God's Anointed shine;
Justice and truth his court maintain,
With love and power divine.

Here let him hold a lasting throne,
And as his kingdom grows,

Fresh honours shall adorn his crown,
And shame confound his foes.

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FIRST PART.

O! what an entertaining sight
Those friendly brethren prove,

Whose cheerful hearts in bands unite

Of harmony and love!

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2 Where streams of bliss, from Christ the spring, Descend to every soul;

And heavenly peace with balmy wing,
Shades and bedews the whole.

3 'Tis like the oil, divinely blest,

Which, poured on Aaron's head,
Ran down his beard, perfumed his vest,
And round its fragrance shed.

4 'Tis pleasant as the morning dews,
That fall on Sion's hill,

Where God his mildest glory shows,
And makes his grace distil.

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