1 In mercy, not in wrath, rebuke Thy feeble worm, O God: My spirit dreads thy angry look, And trembles at thy rod,
2 Have mercy, Lord, for I am weak; Regard my heavy groans;
O let thy voice of comfort speak, And heal my broken bones.
3 Return, and shew thy pow'r to save, And spare my fainting breath; For who can praise thee in the grave? Or sing thy name in death?
4 Now let my enemies depart, Nor tempt me to despair:
My Saviour comes to cheer my heart; The Lord hath heard my prayer.
10 THOU, to whom all creatures bow Within this earthly frame,
Through all the world how great art thou! How glorious is thy name!
2 In heav'n thy wondrous acts are sung, Nor fully reckon❜d there;
And yet thou mak'st the infant tongue Thy boundless praise declare.
3 When heav'n, thy beauteous work on high, Employs my wond'ring sight,
The moon, that nightly rules the sky, With stars of feebler light:
4 What's man, O Lord, that thou shouldst love To keep him in thy mind?
His offspring what, that thou shouldst prove To them so wondrous kind?
5 O Thou, to whom all creatures bow Within this earthly frame, Through all the world how great art thou! How glorious is thy name!
PSALM VIII. PART II.
1 LORD, what was man when made at first, Adam, the offspring of the dust, That thou shouldst set him and his race But just below an angel's place!
2 That thou shouldst raise his nature so, And make him lord of all below! Make every beast and bird submit, And lay the fishes at his feet! 3 But O what brighter glories wait To crown the second Adam's state! What honours shall thy Son adorn, Who condescended to be born! 4 See him below his angels made, See him in dust among the dead, To save a ruin'd world from sin; But he shall reign with pow'r divine. 5 The world to come, redeem'd from all The mis'ries that attend the fall, New made and glorious shall submit At our exalted Saviour's feet.
1 WHY doth the Lord stand off so far, And why conceal his face,
When great calamities appear, And times of deep distress?
2 Lord, shall the wicked still deride Thy justice and thy pow'r? Shall they advance their heads in pride, And still thy saints devour?
3 They put thy judgments from their sight, And then insult the poor; They boast in their exalted height, That they shall fall no more.
4 Arise, O God! lift up thy hand, Attend our humble cry: No enemy shall dare to stand, When God ascends on high.
5 Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray, And cause thine ears to hear; Wilt hearken what thy children say, And put the world in fear.
1 MY refuge is the God of love: Why do my foes insult and cry,
Fly, like a tim'rous trembling dove; "To distant woods or mountains fly?"
2 The Lord in heaven hath fix'd his throne' His eyes survey the world below; To him all mortal things are known; His eyelids search our spirits through.
3 If he afflicts his saints so far,
To prove their love, and try their grace, What may the bold transgressors fear? His very soul abhors their ways.
4 The righteous Lord loves righteous souls, Whose thoughts and actions are sincere; And with a gracious eye beholds The men that his own image bear.
1 WHEN God is nigh, my faith is strong; His arm is my almighty prop:
Be glad, my heart; rejoice, my tongue; My dying flesh shall rest in hope.
2 Though in the dust I lay my head, Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave My soul for ever with the dead, Nor lose thy children in the grave.
3 My flesh shall thy first call obey, Shake off the dust, and rise on high; Then shalt thou lead the wondrous way, Up to thy throne above the sky.
4 There streams of endless pleasure flow; And full discov'ries of thy grace,
Which we but tasted here below, Spread heav'nly joys through all the place.
1 WHAT sinners value, I resign; Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine: I shall behold thy blissful face, And stand complete in righteousness. 2 This life's a dream, an empty show; But the bright world to which I go Hath joys substantial and sincere: When shall I wake and find me there?
3 O glorious hour! O blest abode! I shall be near and like my God; And flesh and sin no more controul The sacred pleasures of the soul. 4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground, Till the last trumpet's joyful sound; Then burst the chains with sweet surprise, And in my Saviour's image rise.
I JUST are thy ways, and true thy word, Great Rock of my secure abode: Who is a God beside the Lord? Or where's a refuge like our God? 2 'Tis he that girds me with his might, Gives me his holy sword to wield; And, while with sin and hell I fight, Spreads his salvation for my shield. 3 He lives, (and blessed be my Rock!) The God of my salvation lives: The dark designs of hell are broke; Sweet is the peace my Father gives. 4 To David and his royal seed Thy grace for ever shall extend: Thy love to saints, in Christ their head, Knows not a limit, nor an end.
1 THE spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, And spangled heav'ns, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim.
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