2 Of his deliv'rance I will boast,
Till all that are distrest
From my example comfort take,
And charm their griefs to rest.
3 O magnify the Lord with me,
With me exalt his Name;
When in distress to Him I call'd,
He to my rescue came.
4 O make but trial of his love;
Experience will decide,
How bless'd they are, and only they,
Who in his truth confide.
5 Fear Him, ye saints, and you will then
Have nothing else to fear;
Make you his service your delight,
Your wants shall be his care.
Prayer under the burden of sin.
1 THY chast❜ning wrath, O Lord, restrain,
Though I deserve it all;
Nor let at once on me the storm
Of thy displeasure fall..
2 My sins, that to a deluge swell,
My sinking head o'erflow,
And for my feeble strength to bear
Too vast a burden grow.
3 And, with continual grief opprest,
To sink I now begin :
To Thee, O Lord, I will confess,
To Thee bewail my sin.
4 Forsake me not, O Lord my God,
Nor far from me depart;
Make haste to my relief, O Thou,
Who my salvation art.
1 AS PANTS the hart for cooling streams,
When heated in the chase;
So longs my soul, O God, for Thee,
And thy refreshing grace.
2 For Thee, my God, the living God,
My thirsty soul doth pine:
O when shall I behold thy face,
Thou Majesty divine!
3 Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Trust God, who will employ
His aid for thee, and change these sighs
To thankful hymns of joy.
4 God of my strength, how long shall I,
Like one forgotten, mourn?
Forlorn, forsaken, and expos'd
To my oppressor's scorn?
5 Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Hope still, and thou shalt sing
The praise of Him who is thy God,
Thy health's eternal spring.
1 MY HEART its noblest theme has found;
O 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.
4 The Lord thy God, who form'd the skies,
Has o'er thy fellows bid Thee rise;
And, pleas'd, the Spirit's influence shed,
The oil of gladness, o'er thy head.
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.
2 A gentle stream with gladness still
The city of our Lord shall fill,
The royal seat of God most high:
God dwells in Zion, whose fair towers
Shall mock th' assaults of earthly powers,
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.
GREAT is the Lord our God,
And let his praise be great;
He makes his churches his abode,
His most delightful seat.
These temples of his grace,
How beautiful they stand!
The honours of our native place,
And bulwarks of our land.
In Zion God is known
A refuge in distress;
How bright has his salvation shone
Through all her palaces!
In every new distress
We'll to his house repair;
We'll think upon his wondrous grace,
And seek deliv'rance there.
The God we worship now
Will guard us till we die;
Will be our God while here below,
And ours above the sky.
FIRST VERSION.
Confession.
HAVE mercy, Lord, on me,
As Thou wert ever kind;
Let me, opprest with loads of guilt,
Thy wonted mercy find.
2 Wash off my foul offence,
And cleanse me from my sin;
For I confess my crime, and see
How great my guilt has been.
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