Nor from his house will I remove,
Nor cease to speak his praise.
HYMN 64. S. M.
Seeking Divine Forgiveness and Direction. Ps. xxv.
10 God I lift my eyes;
My trust is in his name;
And they, whose hope on him relies,
Shall never suffer shame.
From the first dawning light
Till the dark evening's shade,
For thy salvation, Lord, I wait,
And ask thy heavenly aid.
Remember all thy grace,
And lead me in thy truth;
Forgive the sins of riper age,
And follies of my youth.
Through all the ways of God,
Both truth and mercy shine
To those, who with religious hearts
To his blest will incline.
He those in safety guides
Who his direction seek,
And in his sacred paths will lead
The humble and the meek.
6 For thy own goodness' sake,
Save thou my soul from shame ;
And pardon all my sins, though great,
Thro' my Redeemer's name.
The Church is our Safety and Delight. Ps. xxvii.
THE Lord of glory is my light,
And my salvation too :
God is my strength, nor will I fear
What mortal flesh can do.
2 One privilege my heart desires :
O grant me an abode
Among the churches of thy saints,
The temples of my God!
3 There shall I offer my requests,
And see thy glory still ;
Shall hear thy messages of love,
And learn thy holy will.
4 When troubles rise, and storms appear,
There may his children hide;
God has a strong pavilion, where
He makes my soul abide.
5 Should friends and kindred, near and dear,
Leave me to want or die,
My God would make my life his care,
And all my need supply.
6 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints,
And keep your courage up;
He'll raise your spirit when it faints,
And elevate your hope.
Love to Enemies. Ps. xxxv. 12-14.
BEHOLD the love, the gen'rous love,
Which holy David shows;
Hark, how his tender pity moves
To his afflicted foes!
2 When they are sick, his soul complains,
And seems to feel the smart ;
The spirit of the gospel reigns,
And melts his pious heart.
3 How did his flowing tears condole,
As for a brother dead!
And fasting mortified his soul,
While for their life he pray'd!
4 They groan, and curse him on their bed,
Yet still he pleads and mourns ;
And double blessings on his head
The righteous God returns.
5 O glorious Type of heavenly grace!
Thus Christ the Lord appears ;
While sinners curse, the Saviour prays,
And pities them with tears.
6 He, the true David, Israel's king,
Bless'd and belov'd of God,
To save our souls from death and sin,
Shed his own precious blood.
HYMN 67. L. M.
The Divine Being and Perfections. Ps. xxxvi.
IGH in the heavens, eternal God,
Thy goodness in full glory shines;
Thy truth shall break through every cloud,
Which veils and darkens thy designs.
2 For ever firm thy justice stands,
As mountains their foundations keep;
Wise are the wonders of thy hands,
Thy judgments are a mighty deep.
3 Thy providence is kind and large,
Both men and beasts thy bounty share;
The whole creation is thy charge,
But saints are thy peculiar care.
4 O God, how excellent thy grace,
Whence all our hope and comfort springs !
The sons of Adam, in distress,
Fly to the shadow of thy wings.
5 From the provisions of thy house
We shall be fed with rich repast;
There mercy like a river flows,
And brings salvation to our taste.
6 Life, like a fountain full and free,
Springs from the presence of the Lord;
And in thy light our souls shall see
The glories promis'd in thy word.
HYMN 68. C. M.
Man's Mortality. Ps. xxxix.
NEACH me the measure of my days,
Thou Maker of my frame;
I would survey life's narrow space,
And learn how frail I am.
2 A span is all that we can boast ;
How short the fleeting time!
Man is but vanity and dust
In all his flower and prime.
3 See the vain race of mortals move
Like shadows o'er the plain;
They rage and strive, desire and love,
But all their noise is vain.
4 Some walk in honour's gaudy show;
Some dig for golden ore;
They toil for heirs, they know not who,
And straight are seen no more.
5 What should I wish, or wait for, then,
From creatures, earth, and dust?
They make our expectations vain,
And disappoint our trust.
6 This fruitless search no more be mine;
Such hopes I now recal;
My earthly prospects I resign,
And make my God my all.
HYMN 69. L. M.
Charity Rewarded. Ps. xli.
OLEST is the man, whose tender care
Relieves the poor in their distress ;
Whose pity wipes the widow's tear ;
Whose hand supports the fatherless.
2 His heart contrives for their relief
More good than his own hand can do ;
He, in the time of general grief,
Shall find the Lord has pity too.
3 His soul shall live secure on earth,
With secret blessings on his head,
When drought, and pestilence, and dearth
Around him multiply their dead.
4 Or, if he languish on his couch,
God will pronounce his sins forgiven;
Will save him with a healing touch,
Or take his willing soul to heaven.
HYMN 70. C. M.
In Time of War. Ps. xliv.
LORD! our fathers oft have told,
In our attentive ears,
Thy wonders in their days perform'd,
And in more ancient years.
2 'Twas not their courage, nor their sword,
To them salvation gave ;
'Twas not their number, nor their strength,
That did their country save :
3 By thy right hand, thy powerful arm,
Whose succour they implor'd ;
Thy providence protected them,
Who thy great name ador'd.
4 As thee, their God, our fathers own'd,
So thou art still our King ;
O therefore, as thou didst to them,
To us deliverance bring.
5 We will not trust our sword nor bow
When we in war engage;
But thee, who canst subdue our foe,
And calm their haughty rage.
6 To thee the glory we'll ascribe,
From whom salvation came ;
In God our shield we will rejoice,
And ever bless thy name.
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