3 " Oft did my morning prayers arise,
Before the dawn o'erspread the skies
I sought thy aid divine.
Why, O my God, withdraw thy love?
Father, the bitter cup remove-
But silent I resign!"
4 Hail, man of sorrows: we adore
The love which all our sorrows bore
From the first infant breath:
But now the Lord his terrors spread,
His wrath hangs heavy o'er his head,
And sinks his soul in death.
5 Like mighty billows rolling near,
Around his cross his foes appear,
His friends, his God, afar:
But for our guilt his cross atones,
He triumphs in his dying groans,
And we his victory share.
PSALM LXXXIX.
1 MY never ceasing songs shall show
The mercies of the Lord,
And make succeeding ages know
How faithful is his word.
2 The sacred truth his lips pronounce
Shall firm as heaven endure;
And if he speak a promise once,
The eternal grace is sure.
3 How long the race of David held
The promised Jewish throne;
But there's a nobler covenant sealed
To David's greater Son.
4 His seed for ever shall possess
A throne above the skies,
The meanest subject of his grace
Shall to thy glory rise.
5 Lord God of Hosts, thy wondrous ways
Are sung by saints above,
And saints on earth their honours raise
To thine unchanging love.
1 BLEST are the souls that hear and know
The Gospel's joyful sound.
Peace shall attend the path they go,
And light their steps surround.
2 Their joy shall bear their spirits up
Through their Redeemer's name;
His righteousness exalts their hope,
Nor Satan dares condemn.
3 The Lord our glory and defence,
Strength and salvation gives;
Israel! thy king for ever reigns,
Thy God for ever lives.
4 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
Immortal glory be :
As was, and is, and shall be still
To all eternity.
PSALM XC.
A Psalm of Moses.
1 O GOD, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home.
2 Under the shadow of thy throne
Thy saints have dwelt secure;
Sufficient is thine arm alone.
And our defence is sure.
3 Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting thou art God,
To endless years the same.
4 Thy word commands our flesh to dust:
"Return ye sons of men,"
All nations rose from earth at first,
And shall arise again.
5 A thousand ages in thy sight Are like an evening gone,
Short as the watch that ends the night
Before the rising sun.
6 Like flowery fields the nations stand,
Pleased with the morning light,
The flowers beneath the mower's hand
Lie withering ere 'tis night.
7 O God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come;
Be thou our guard while troubles last,
And our eternal home.
PSALM XCI.
Of primary application to Christ.
1 HE that has God his guardian made,
Shall under his Almighty shade
Happy and safe abide;
Thus to my soul of him I'll say,
He is my fortress and my stay
In whom I will confide.
2 His tender love and watchful care
Shall free me from the fowler's snare,
And noisome pestilence.
He over me his wings shall spread,
And cover my unguarded head,
And be my strong defence.
3 Jesus, the man of God's delight,
Foiled on the cross the lion's might,
And bruised the serpent's head:
Now let the powers of hell assail,
Still shall his church with him prevail,
And on the serpent tread.
4 His angels, messengers of grace,
Their charge receive: they guard my way,
Their eyes my steps attend,
Their hands my mortal frame shall bear,
My feet be their perpetual care,
Nor shall a stone offend.
1 HE that hath made his refuge God,
Shall find a most secure abode,
Shall walk all day beneath his shade,
And there at night shall rest his head.
2 Thrice happy man! thy Maker's care
Shall keep thee from the fowler's snare;
Satan, the fowler who betrays
Unguarded souls a thousand ways.
3 Just as a hen protects her brood
From birds of prey that seek their blood,
Under her feathers: so the Lord
Makes his own arm his people's guard.
4 If burning beams of noon conspire
To dart a pestilential fire,
God is their life, his wings are spread
To shield them with a healthful shade.
5 If vapours with malignant breath
Rise thick, and scatter midnight death,
Israel is safe: the poison'd air
Grows pure if Israel's God is there.
1 SWEET is the work, my God, my King,
To praise thy name, give thanks, and sing,
To show thy love by morning light,
And talk of all thy truths at night.
2 Sweet is the day of sacred rest,
No mortal care shall seize my breast;
Oh may my heart in tune be found,
Like David's harp of solemn sound.
3 My heart shall triumph in the Lord,
And bless his works, and bless his word;
Thy works of grace how bright they shine,
How deep thy counsels, how divine!
4 Then shall I share a glorious part
When grace hath well refined my heart;
And fresh supplies of joy are shed
Like holy oil to cheer my head.
5 Sin, my worst enemy before,
Shall vex my eyes and ears no more;
My inwardfoes shall all be slain,
Nor Satan vex my peace again.
6 Then shall I see, and hear, and know,
All I desired or wish'd below;
And every power find sweet employ
In that eternal world of joy.
1 THOU who art enthroned above,
Thou by whom we live and move,
O how sweet with joyful tongue
To resound thy praise in song !
When the morning paints the skies,
When the sparkling stars arise,
All thy favours to rehearse,
And give thanks in grateful verse.
2 Sweet's the day of sacred rest
When devotion fills the breast,
When we dwell within thy house,
Hear thy word and pay our vows:
Notes to heaven's high mansions raise,
Fill its courts with joyful praise,
Let repeated hymns proclaim
Great Jehovah's awful name.
3 From thy works our joys arise,
O thou only good and wise;
Who thy wonders can declare?
How profound thy counsels are !
Warm our hearts with sacred fire,
Grateful fervours still inspire,
All our powers with all their might,
Ever in thy praise unite.
1 JEHOVAH alone, majestic in might,
Appears on his throne in vestments of light; With strength he's surrounded while ruling
The earth which he founded no power can re
2 Our Saviour on high enthroned we behold, His power o'er the sky establish'd of old; All majesty casting beneath thy great name, Thou from everlasting art always the same.
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