46. Psalm XLVI. GOD is our Refuge, tried and prov'd, We will not fear tho' earth be mov'd, C.M. 2 The waves may roar, the mountains shake, Our comforts shall not cease; The Lord His saints will not forsake, 3 A gentle stream of hope and love, It issues from His throne above, 4 When earth and hell against us came, 47. Psalm XLVII. 4. THERE is a river deep and broad, 2 Clearer than crystal is the stream, 3 Where'er they flow, contentions cease, C.M. The Lord himself commands the peace, 4 Along the shores angelic bands. 5 Flow on, sweet stream, more largely flow, 48. The humble suit of a Sinner. C.M. LORD, I approach Thy throne of grace, Desiring mercy for my sin, To heal my soul's deep wound, For mercy, Lord, is all my suit; 49. Entreating for a New Heart. OH! for a heart to praise my God, A heart from sin set free, C.M. A heart that's sprinkled with Thy blood, 2 A humble, lowly, contrite heart, 3 A heart in every thought renew'd, Perfect, and right, and pure, and good; 4 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart, Write Thy new name upon my heart, 50. Psalm L. C.M. THRON'D on a cloud, our God shall come, Thunder and darkness, fire and storm, 2 Heaven from above His call shall hear, And earth and hell shall know and fear 3"But gather all My saints," He cries, By the Redeemer's sacrifice, 51. And seal'd it with His blood. Corruption of our Nature. (Psalm LI.) L.M. LORD, I am vile, conceiv'd in sin, 3 Jesus, my God! Thy blood alone Hath power sufficient to atone ! Thy blood can make me white as snow, No Jewish types could cleanse me so. 4 Great God, create my heart anew, And form my spirit pure and true: Oh! make me wise betimes to see My danger, and my remedy. BOUND upon th' accursed tree, 10,7. Faint and bleeding, who is He? 2 Bound upon th' accursed tree, To the felon at His side, Lord! our suppliant knees we bow, 3 Bound upon th' accursed tree, By the last and bitter cry, The ghost giv'n up in agony : By the lifeless body laid In the chamber of the dead; By the mourners come to weep Where the bones of Jesus sleep; Crucified! we know Thee now; Son of Man! 'tis Thou! 'tis Thou! 4 Bound upon th' accursed tree, Dread and awful, who is He? By the prayer for them that slew, 'Lord! they know not what they do;" By the spoil'd and empty grave, By the souls He died to save, By the conquest He hath won, By the saints before His throne By the rainbow round His brow, Son of God! 'tis Thou! 'tis Thou! 53. Psalm LIII. L.M. FROM heaven the mighty Lord look'd down From heaven, His high exalted throneTo see, throughout this world's abode, Who understand and seek their God. 2 From His appointed righteous way, All, all, alas! have gone astray; The paths of peace they have not known, And none is righteous, no not one. 3 Guilty, deprav'd, condemn'd, and lost, Who, before God, hath aught to boast ? Arise, O Sion's King, arise, And bring salvation from the skies. |