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6 But thou for ever art our Lord,
And mighty is thy hand,
And perished from thy land.
And cause thine ear to hear;
And free thy saints from fear. 8 Proud tyrants shall no more oppress,
No more despise the just;
They are but earth and dust.
foes insult and cry, "Fly like a timorous, trembling dove
To distant woods or mountains fly ?” 2 Behold the wicked bend their bow,
And fit their arrows to the string;
their darts they iling.
(That firm foundation of our peace,) Ànd violence make justice void,
Where shall the righteous seek redress ? 4 The Lord in heaven has fixed his throne,
His eye surveys the world below;
His eyelids search our spirits through. 5 If he afflicts his saints so far,
To prove their love and try their grace, What may the bold transgressors fear?
His soul abhors their wicked ways. 6 On impious wretches he will rain
Sulphureous flames of wasting death,
Such as he kindled on the plain
Of Sodom, with his angry breath. 7 The righteous Lord loves righteous souls,
Whose thoughts and actions are sincere ;
Religion loses ground;
And treacheries abound.
Yet act the flatterer's part:
And with a double heart:
They scorn our faithful word:
“ And who shall be our Lord ?” 4 Scoffers appear on every side,
Where a vile race of men
And bears the sword in vain. 5 Lord, when iniquities abound,
And blasphemy grows bold,
And love is waxing cold,
Hast thou not given the sign ?
À promise so divine ? 7 “Yes," saith the Lord, “now will I rise,
And make the oppressors flee;
I shall appear to their surprise,
And set my servants free.” 8 Thy word, like silver seven times tried,
Through ages shall endure;
Shall find thy promise sure. 13
My God, how long delay?
That chase my fears away? 2 How long shall my poor labouring soul
Wrestle and toil in vain ?
Ănd ease my raging pain.
All his malicious arts;
And throws his fiery darts.
My soul in safety keep; Make haste before mine eyes are sealed
In death's eternal sleep. 5 How would the tempter boast aloud
Should I become his prey ! Behold the sons of hell grow proud
To see thy long delay.
And Satan hide his head;
And hears thy voice with dread.
Whence all my comforts spring; I shall employ my lips in praise,
And thy salvation sing.
That all religion’s vain:
Or minds the affairs of men.”
Corrupt discourse proceeds ;
Looked down on things below,
Or did his justice know.
Their practice all the same :
There's none that loves his name.
Their slanders never cease:
Nor know the paths of peace !
In every heart are found; Nor can they bear diviner fruit,
Till grace refine the ground.
From Sion's sacred place,
And sing recovering grace.
So near his throne of grace ?
And works with righteous hands;
That trusts his Maker's promised grace,
And follows his commands. 3 He speaks the meaning of his heart,
Nor slanders with his tongue; Will scarce believe an ill report,
Nor do his neighbour wrong.
Loves all that fear the Lord ;
Still he performs his word.
And never wrong the poor;
And find his heaven secure.
15 SECOND PART.
L. M. WH
HO shall ascend thy heavenly place,
Great God, and dwell before thy face? The man that minds religion now,
And humbly walks with God below: 2 Whose hands are pure, whose heart is clean,
Whose lips still speak the thing they mean; No slanders dwell upon his tongue;
He hates to do his neighbour wrong 3 Scarce will he trust an ill report,
Or vent it to his neighbour's hurt:
But saints are honoured in his eyes. 4 Firm to his word he ever stood,
And always makes his promise good ;
Whatever pain or loss he bears. 5 He never deals in bribing gold,
And mourns that justice should be sold: