2 Happy the man who dares be just,
Refusing to betray his trust,
Though interest tempt him to the deed,
Though the seducing passions plead.
3 Happy the man who dares be just,
Stedfast when duty says, "Thou must,"
Against the tyrant's marking frown,
Or the fond crowd impetuous grown.
4 Him would the storm-vexed ocean's weight,
Or lightning barbed with instant fate,
Or the last earthquake's awful shock
Unfearing smite;- God is his Rock.
1 The Lord, how tender is His love!
His justice how august!
Hence all her fears my soul derives;
There anchors all her trust.
2 He showers the manna from above,
To feed the barren waste;
Or points with death the fiery hail,
And famine waits the blast.
3 He bids distress forget to groan,
The sick from anguish cease;
In dungeons spreads His healing wing,
And softly whispers peace.
4 His power directs the rushing wind,
Or tips the bolt with flame;
His goodness breathes in every breeze,
And warms in every beam.
5 For me, O Lord, whatever lot
The hours commissioned bring; Should all my withering blessings die, Or fairer clusters spring;
6 O grant that still, with grateful heart, My years resigned may run : 'Tis Thine to give or to resume, And let Thy will be done!
1 Great God! we sing that mighty hand,
By which supported still we stand;
The opening year Thy mercy shows;
Thy mercy crowns it till its close.
2 By day, by night, at home, abroad,
Still are we guarded by our God;
By His incessant bounty fed,
By His unerring counsel led.
3 With grateful hearts the past we own; The future, all to us unknown,
We to Thy guardian care commit,
And peaceful leave before Thy feet.
4 In scenes exalted or depressed
Thou art our joy, and Thou our rest;
Thy goodness all our hopes shall raise,
Adored through all our changing days.
5 When death shall interrupt these songs,
And seal in silence mortal tongues,
Our helper God, in whom we trust,
In better worlds our souls shall boast.
1 Hear what God, the Lord, hath spoken:
"O my people! faint and few,
Comfortless, afflicted, broken,
Fair abodes I build for you:
Thorns of heartfelt tribulation
Shall no more perplex your ways;
You shall name your walls Salvation,
And your gates shall all be Praise.
2 "There, like streams that feed the garden,
Pleasures without end shall flow;
For the Lord, your faith rewarding,
All His bounty shall bestow :
Still in undisturbed possession,
Peace and righteousness shall reign;
Never shall you feel oppression,
Hear the voice of war again.
3 "Ye no more, your suns descending,
Waning moons no more shall see;
But, your griefs for ever ending,
Find eternal noon in Me:
God shall rise, and shining o'er you,
Change to day the gloom of night;
He, the Lord, shall be your glory,
God, your everlasting light."
1 Thee will I praise, O Lord! in light,
Where seraphim surround Thy throne;
With heart and soul, with mind and might,
Thee will I worship, Thee alone.
2 Thou, Lord! above all height art high,
Yet with the lowly wilt Thou dwell;
The proud far off, Thy jealous eye
Shall mark, and with a look repel.
3 Though in the depth of trouble thrown,
With grief I shall not always strive;
Thou wilt Thy suffering servant own,
And Thou the contrite heart revive.
4 Thy purpose, then, in me fulfil ;
Forsake me not, for I am Thine;
Perfect in me Thine utmost will;
Whate'er it be, that will be mine!
1 Great God! in vain man's narrow view
Attempts to look Thy nature through :
Our labouring powers with reverence own
Thy glories never can be known.
2 Not the high seraph's mighty thought,
Who countless years his God has sought,
Such wondrous height or depth can find,
Or fully trace Thy boundless mind.
3 Yet, Lord, Thy kindness deigns to show
Enough for mortal man to know;
While wisdom, goodness, power divine
Through all Thy works and conduct shine.
4 O may our souls with rapture trace
Thy works of nature and of grace;
Explore Thy sacred name, and still
Press on to know and do Thy will!
1 Father divine, before Thy view
All worlds, all creatures lie;
No distance can elude Thy search,
No act escape Thine eye:
Hear, gracious Lord, our mingled praises hear;
Thou art our hope, our joy, our fear!
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