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5 Why restless, why cast down, my soul ?
Hope still, and thou shalt sing
Thy health's eternal spring.
L. M The triumph of Christ. I MY HEART its noblest theme has found;
0 Thou ! with royal splendour crown'd, Messiah ! taught thy power to know,
How shall my mouth with praise o'erflow! 2 Hail ! fairer than the sons of men; Grace on thy lips, and beauty reign, That speak Thee honour'd from above,
And bless'd with God's eternal love. 3 Hail! Thou whom nations own their Lord, Gird on thy thigh thy conqu’ring sword; By mercy, truth, and justice led,
Ride glorious on, thy conquests spread.
Has o'er thy fellows bid Thee rise ;
0-8's. God our refuge. 1 God is our refuge in distress, A present help when dangers press ;
In Him undaunted we'll confide: Though earth were from her centre tost, And mountains in the ocean lost,
Uprooted by the roaring tide.
The royal seat of God most high :
While his almighty aid is nigh. 3 Submit to God's almighty sway, For Him the heathen shall obey,
And earth her sov'reign Lord confess : The God of hosts conducts our arms, Our tower of refuge in alarms,
As to our fathers in distress.
God present in his house.
And let his praise be great ;
His most delightful seat.
These temples of his grace,
A refuge in distress;
Through all her palaces !
We'll to his house repair ;
And seek deliv’rance there.
And ours above the sky.
As Thou wert ever kind ;
Thy wonted mercy find.
And cleanse me from my sin ;
How great my guilt has been.
3 [In guilt each part was form'd
Of all this sinful frame;
The heir of sin and shame.]
Nor me in anger view;
An upright mind renew.
Nor cast me from thy sight;
His everlasting flight.
Let me again obtain ;
My fainting soul sustain.] 51
Let a repenting rebel live :
The power and glory of thy grace :
3 0 wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean ;
And past offences grieve mine eyes. 4 My lips with shame my sins confess,
Against thy law, against thy grace:
I am condemn'd, but Thou art clear. 5 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope, still hov'ring round thy word, Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair.
Need of the Atonement.
And born unholy and unclean;
Corrupts the race, and taints us all. 2 Soon as we draw our infant breath,
The seeds of sin grow up for death;
But we're defil'd in every part. 3 Behold we fall before thy face;
Our only refuge is thy grace: