6 To sin O never let me yield,
Defended from above;
And kept and cover'd with the shield
Of thy Almighty love.
1 IN mercy, not in wrath, rebuke
Thy feeble worm, my God!
My spirit dreads thine angry look,
And trembles at thy rod.
2 Touch'd by thy Spirit's quick'ning power,
My load of guilt I feel;
The wounds thy Spirit hath unclosed,
Oh! let that Spirit heal.
3 Oppress'd with Satan's galling yoke,
Must I for ever mourn ?
And wilt thou not at length, O God,
In pitying love return?
4 O come, and show thy power to save,
And spare my fainting breath,
For who can praise thee in the grave,
Or sing thy name in death?
5 Satan, my cruel, envious foe,
Insults me in my pain,
He smiles to see me brought so low,
And tells me hope is vain :
6 But hence thou enemy depart,
Nor tempt me to despair;
My Saviour comes to cheer my heart,
The Lord has heard my prayer.
1 THE Lord is Judge; before his throne
All nations shall his justice own;
O may my soul be found sincere,
And stand approved with courage there!
2 The Lord, in righteousness array'd,
Surveys the world his hands have made,
Pierces the heart, and tries the reins,
And judgment from on high ordains.
3 Rise then, O Lord, with just disdain,
The anger of my foes restrain !
To judgment wake! on thy command,
Justice and truth securely stand.
4 My God, my shield, around me place
The shelter of the Saviour's grace;
Then, when thine arm the just shall save,
My life shall triumph o'er the grave!
5 Rise! and thy people round thy seat
In crowds of holy joy, shall meet;
And since on Thee our hopes rely,
Return, and fix thy power on high.
PSALM VIII.
Applied to Christ.
1 Ο LORD! our Lord, how wond'rous great Is thine exalted name;
The glories of thy heav'nly state
Let men and babes proclaim.
2 When we behold thy works on high,
The moon which rules the night;
And stars which well adorn the sky,
Those moving worlds of light.
3 Lord! what is man, or all his race,
Who dwells so far below,
That thou shouldst visit him with grace,
And love his nature so?
4 That thine eternal Son should bear
To take a mortal form,
Made lower than his angels are,
To save a dying worm !
5 Let him be crown'd with majesty
Who bow'd his head to death,
And be his honours sounded high
By all things that have breath!
6 Jesus our Lord, how wond'rous great
Is thine exalted name!
The glories of thy heavenly state
Let the whole earth proclaim.
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 power divine.
5 The world to come, redeem'd from all
The miseries that attend the fall,
New made and glorious shall submit
At our exalted Saviour's feet.
1 WITH heart and mouth, to thee, O Lord,
I will sing grateful praise,
And speak of all thy wond'rous works,
And them declare always.
2 I will be glad and much rejoice
In thee, O God most high! -
And make my songs extol thy name
Above the starry sky.
3 By judgments great the Lord is known,
Whilst wicked men are caught,
And fast entangled in the work
Which their own hands have wrought.
4 The wicked and deceitful men
Go down to hell below,
And all the people of the world
Who God refuse to know.
5 But sure the Lord will not forget
The poor man's grief and pain :
The patient people never look
For help of him in vain.
1 JEHOVAH reigns-Your tribute bring
Proclaim the Lord th' eternal King :
Crown him ye saints with holy joy,
His arm shall all your foes destroy.
2 Thou Lord, ere yet the humble mind
Had formed to prayer the wish design'd,
Hast heard the secret sigh arise,
While swift to aid thy mercy flies.
3 Thy Spirit shall their heart prepare,
Thine ear shall listen to their prayer :
Thou, righteous Judge! Thou, Power Divine !
On thee the fatherless recline.
4 The Lord shall save th' afflicted breast,
His arm shall vindicate th' opprest;
Earth's mightiest tyrants feel his power,
Nor sin nor Satan grieve them more.
Trust in God, against the enemies of Church and State. 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 "If government be all destroy'd,
That firm foundation of your peace,
And violence make justice void,
Where shall the righteous seek redress †?"
3 The Lord in heaven has fixed his throne,
His eyes survey the world below,
To him all mortal things are known,
His eye-lids search our spirits through.
4 If he afflict his saints so far,
To prove their love and try their grace;
What must the bold transgressors fear-
His very soul abhors their ways.
+ V. 2. The wicked profanely boast that they will overturn the foundations of law and justice; and then say they, "What will the righteous do?"
5 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 LORD, when iniquities abound,
And blasphemy grows bold;
When faith is hardly to be found,
And love is waxing cold :
2 Is not thy chariot hastening on?
Hast thou not given this sign?
May we not trust and live upon
A promise so divine ?
3 Yes saith the Lord, now will I rise
And make oppressors flee;
I shall appear to their surprise,
And set my servants free.
4 Thy word like silver seven times tried,
Through ages shall endure :
And they that in thy truth confide,
Shall find thy promise sure.
1 HOW long wilt thou forget me, Lord;
Must I for ever mourn ?
How long wilt thou withdraw from me,
Oh! never to return ?
2 How long shall anxious thoughts my soul,
And grief my heart oppress?
How long mine enemies insult,
And I have no redress?
3 O hear, and to my longing eyes,
Restore thy wonted light!
And suddenly, or I shall sleep
In everlasting night.
4 How would the tempter boast aloud
If I became his prey !
Behold the sons of hell grow proud,
At thy so long delay.
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