2 Soon shall they worship at thy throne,
Thine is the kingdom, thine alone,
Thou Lord of all! by grant divine
The world's high sov'reignty is thine.
3 Earth's mightiest sons thy name shall bless,
Her sceptred kings thy right confess :
Thy voice alone from dust can raise,
My soul shall live to speak thy praise.
4 Thus while thy Spirit life supplies,
Through earth a num'rous seed shall rise,
Their willing tribute to afford,
Known as the servants of the Lord.
*5 From age to age their joyful tongues
Shall praise thy righteousness ess in songs,
Transmit to distant times thy name,
Till earth's last sons thy work proclaim.
1 MY Shepherd will supply my need,
Jehovah is his name:
In pastures fresh he makes me feed
Beside the living stream.
2 He brings my wand'ring spirit back
When I forsake his ways;
And leads me for his mercy's sake
In paths of truth and grace.
3 When I walk through the shades of death,
Thy presence is my stay;
A word of thy supporting breath
Drives all my fears away.
4 Thy hand in sight of all my foes
Doth still my table spread;
My cup with blessings overflows,
Thine oil anoints my head.
5 The sure provisions of my God
Attend me all my days:
O may thy house be my abode,
And all my work be praise.
1 THE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd's care;
His presence. shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye :
My noonday walks he shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.
2 When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary wand'ring steps he leads,
Where peaceful rivers soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.
3 Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My stedfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me still;
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.
4 Though in a bare and rugged way,
Through devious lonely wilds I stray,
Thy bounty shall my pains beguile,
The barren wilderness shall smile
With sudden greens and herbage crown'd,
And streams shall murmur all around.
The character of the redeemed, but not the meritorious cause of Redemption.
1 THE earth, thou Majesty Divine!
Its fields, its floods, its stores, are thine:
Thine is the world, and thine the race
Whose dwellings fill its ample space.
2 Where the deep seas retiring fled,
Thy hands its arch'd foundations spread;
O'er liquid floods thy high command
Bade its firm base unshaken stand.
3 But who shall e'er ascend the hill,
Great God! which all thy glories fill?
Who in thy temple's hallow'd dome
Secure his everlasting home?
4 Whose hands are clean, whose heart sincere,
Whose purpose pure, whose actions clear,
Whose soul no vanity allures,
And truth his plighted vow secures.
5 This man the blessing shall receive,
The blessing which the Lord will give;
Salvation from his God shall flow,
And righteousness his hand bestow.
6 These are the men, the chosen seed,
Like Jacob wrestling as they plead :
They seek, O God! they seek thy face,
And wait and find the promised grace.
THY mercies and thy love,
O Lord, recall to mind,
And graciously continue still,
As thou wert ever, kind.
2 Let all my youthful crimes
Be blotted out by thee;
And for thy wond'rous goodness' sake,
In mercy think on me.
3 His mercy and his truth
The righteous Lord displays
In bringing wand'ring sinners home,
And teaching them his ways.
He those in justice guides
Who his direction seek;
And in his sacred paths shall lead
The humble and the meek.
Through all the ways of God
Both truth and mercy shine,
To such as with religious hearts
To his blest will incline.
Oh keep my soul from death,
Nor put my hope to shame,
For I have placed my only trust
In my Redeemer's name.
With humble feet I wait
To see thy face again :
Of Israel it shall ne'er be said,
"He sought the Lord in vain."
1 JUDGE me, O Lord, and prove my ways,
And try my reins, and try my heart;
My faith upon thy promise stays,
Nor from thy law my feet depart.
2 I hate to walk, I hate to sit
With men of vanity and lies :
The scoffer and the hypocrite
Are the abhorrence of mine eyes.
3 Among thy saints will I appear
With hands well wash'd in innocence;
But when I stand before thy bar
The blood of Christ is my defence.
4 I love thy habitation, Lord,
The temple where thine honours dwell;
There shall I hear thy holy Word,
And there thy works of wonder tell.
5 Let not my soul be join'd at last
With men of treachery and blood;
Since I my days on earth have past
Among the saints, and near my God.
1 THOU, Lord, my safety, thou my light,
What danger shall my soul affright?
Strength of my life! what arm shall dare
To hurt whom thou hast own'd thy care ?
Though gathering war around I see,
I fix secure my trust on thee.
2 One wish with holy transport warm
My heart has form'd, and yet shall form.
One gift I ask that to my end
Fair Sion's courts I may attend;
There joyful find a sure abode,
And view the beauty of my God.
3 "Seek ye my face with duteous care,
And frequent to my throne repair."
Thus to my heart I hear thee speak;
Thy face, my heart replies, " I seek;"
Nor thou to my desiring eye
Thy presence, heavenly Lord, deny.
4 Adopted by thy care, in thee
The Parent and the Friend I see;
O let me, on thine aid reclined,
Thee still my great salvation find;
Nor leave me, helpless and forlorn,
The absence of thy grace to mourn.
5 With patient hope, with mind sedate,
On Israel's God expectant wait.
Be strong, be stedfast-so my heart
Shall feel his grace its aid impart;
Though press'd with sorrow's heaviest load,
O fix thy trust on Israel's God!
1 GOD, my Rock, to Thee complaining,
Suppliant at thy throne I'll pray,
Never, Lord, my prayer disdaining,
Turn with silent scorn away:
Lest if silent while I cry,
Sinking 'midst the dead I lie.
2 Hear my cries to Thee ascending,
While I lift my suppliant hands;
Where my humble suit defending,
Near thy throne my Saviour stands :
Nor 'midst sinners fix my part,
Speaking peace with hostile heart.
3 Now my soul its triumph raises,
Bless Jehovah's guardian care,
He will not disdain my praises,
For his grace hath heard my prayer;
He their strength his Church to save,
Raised th' Anointed from the grave.
4 Bless thy Church, Almighty Saviour,
Let thy saints salvation know;
In the pastures of thy favour,
Feed them near thy fold below:
Till thy love thy Church shall own,
Placed for ever near thy throne.
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