49 1 JEH EHOVAH speaks, let man be awed, Ye sinners, hear the way to God! 2 Trust not in earthly wealth and show, Gold cannot buy release from woe, grave. 3 Worlds cannot reach the mighty price No, Lord, Thy blood and sacrifice 4 In Thee be our salvation sure, 50 1 THE Henry Francis Lyte, 1834. PSALM 50. C. M. HE Lord, the Judge, before His throne, Bids the whole earth draw ni nigh, The nations near the rising sun, And near the western sky. 2 No more shall bold blasphemers say, 66 Judgment will ne'er begin;" No more abuse His long delay 3 Throned on a cloud our God shall come, His way: Bright flames 4 Heaven from above His call shall hear, Attending angels come, 51 1 And earth and hell shall know and fear PSALM 51. Isaac Watts, 1719. VERSION I. I. M. HOW pity, Lord; O Lord, forgive; Are not Thy mercies large and free? 2 My crimes are great, but don't surpass 6 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord: Whose hope, still hovering round Thy word, Would light on some sweet promise there, Some sure support against despair. Isaac Watts, 1719. 51 1 PSALM 51. VERSION II. LORD, I am vile, conceived in sin, And born unholy and unclean; L.M. 4 No bleeding bird, nor bleeding beast, 5 Jesus, my God! Thy blood alone 51 1 Isaac Watts, 1719. PSALM 51. VERSION III. L. M. THOU that hear'st when sinners cry, Though all my crimes before Thee lie, Behold them not with angry look, But blot their memory from Thy book. 2 Create my nature pure within, And form my soul averse to sin; Let Thy good Spirit ne'er depart, Nor hide Thy presence from my heart. 3 Though I have grieved Thy Spirit, Lord, 4 A broken heart, my God, my King, The God of grace will ne'er despise 5 My soul lies humbled in the dust, 6 Then will I teach the world Thy ways; 51 PSALM 51. VERSION IV. C. M. 1 GOD of mercy, hear my call, Break down this separating wall 2 Give me the presence of Thy grace: Shall speak aloud Thy righteousness, 3 No blood of goats, nor heifer slain, The death of Christ shall still remain 4 A soul oppress'd with sin's desert, A humble groan, a broken heart, 52 1 IN Taiwork the church's ill, N vain the powers of darkness try The Friend of sinners reigns on high, And checks them at His will. 2 Though mischief in their hearts may dwell, A word of His their pride can quell, 3 My trust is in His grace alone; 53 1 THE Henry Francis Lyte, 1834. HE foes of Zion quake for fright, |