3 See how in sighs I pass my days, And waste in groans the weary night: my sigh to 4 Look how the powers of nature mourn ! How long, almighty God, how long ? When shall I make thy grace my song? 5 I feel my flesh so near the grave, My thoughts are tempted to despair; For all is dust and silence there. And all despairing thoughts depart; Will ease my flesh and cheer my heart. 7 C. M. From those that seek my blood. 2 With insolence and fury they My soul in pieces tear, When no deliverer's near. Or once abused my foe, And lay mine honour low. I know thy piercing eyes ; Nor ask my God to rise. Their pride and power control ; Awake to judgment, and command Deliverance for my soul. Be humbled to the dust; To vindicate the just ? He will defend th’ upright: His sharpest arrows he ordains Against the sons of spite. 8 Though leagued in guile, their malice spread A snare before my way; His vengeance shall repay. 9 That cruel persecuting race Must feel his dreadful sword; Awake, my soul, and praise the grace And justice of the Lord. 8 FIRST PART. S. M. O LORD, our heavenly King, Thy glories round the earth are spread, And o'er the heavens they shine. 2 When to thy works on high I raise my wondering eyes, Adorn the darksome skies: 3 When I survey the stars, In all their shining forms, Akin to dust and worms? 4 Lord, what is worthless man That thou shouldst love him so Next to thine angels he is placed, And lord of all below. 5 Thine honours crown his head, While beasts like slaves obey, And fish that cleave the sea. 6 How rich thy bounties are ! And wondrous are thy ways: A monument of praise. L. M. LORD what was man, when made at first, That thou shouldst set him and his race But just below an angel's place ? And make him lord of all below; And lay the fishes at his feet? To crown the second Adam's state ! Who condescended to be born! 4 See him below his angels made, Behold him numbered with the dead, But he shall reign with power divine. 5 The world to come, redeemed from all The miseries that attend the fall, At our exalted Saviour's feet. C. M. Thy Wilt put thy foes to shame. WITH my whole heart I'll raise my song, ! 2 I'll sing thy majesty and grace ; My God prepares his throne And make his justice known. For all the poor oppressed, To save the people of his love, And give the weary rest. In thy abundant grace; Who humbly seek thy face. Who dwells on Sion's hill, And doth his grace fulfil. 9 SECOND PART. O. M. Shall once inquire for blood, Shall find a faithful God. Does his own children raise ; They sing their Father's praise. Into the pit they made; And sinners perish in the net That their own hands have spread. 4 Thus by thy judgments, mighty God, Are thy deep counsels known; When men of mischief are destroyed, In snares that were their own. 5 The wicked shall sink down to hell; Thy wrath devour the lands That dare forget thee, or rebel Against thy known commands. 6 Though saints to sore distress are brought, And wait, and long complain, Nor shall their hopes be vain. To judge and save the poor; Let nations tremble at thy feet, And man prevail no more. Ånd put their hearts to pain, And they but feeble men. 10 C. M. WI HY doth the Lord depart so far, And why conceal his face, When great calamities appear, And times of deep distress ? Thy justice and thy laws ? And slight the righteous cause ? 3 They cast thy judgments from their sight, And then insult the poor; That they shall fall no more. Attend our humble cry; When God ascends on high. And say, with foolish pride, “ The God of heaven will ne'er engage To fight on Sion's side ?” |