3 Oh! may the righteous, when I stray, Smite and reprove my wandering way! Their gentle words, like ointment shed, Shall never bruise but cheer my head.
4 When I behold them pressed with grief, I'll cry to heaven for their relief; And by my warm petitions prove How much I prize their faithful love.
GOD THE HOPE OF THE HELPLESS.
1 TO God I made my sorrows known, From God I sought relief;
In long complaints before His throne I poured out all my grief.
2 My soul was overwhelmed with woes, My heart began to break: My God, who all my burdens knows, Knows every way I take.
3 On every side I cast mine eye, And found my helpers gone; While friends and strangers passed me by, Neglected or unknown.
4 Then did I raise a louder cry, And called Thy mercy near; Thou art my portion when I die: Be Thou my refuge here.
5 Lord, I am brought exceeding low; Now let Thine ear attend,
And make my foes, who vex me, know, I've an almighty Friend.
6 From my sad prison set me free; Then shall I praise Thy name: And holy men shall join with me, Thy kindness to proclaim.
MOURNING UNDER AFFLICTIONS.
1 MY righteous Judge, my gracious God! Hear, when I spread my hands abroad, And cry for succour from Thy throne: Oh! make Thy truth and mercy known! 2 Let judgment not against me pass; Behold Thy servant pleads Thy grace: Should justice call us to Thy bar, No living man is guiltless there. 3 Look down in pity, Lord, and see The mighty woes that burden me! Down to the dust my life is brought, Like one long buried and forgot. 4 I dwell in darkness and unseen, My heart is desolate within; My thoughts in musing silence trace The ancient wonders of Thy grace. 5 Thence I derive a glimpse of hope To bear my sinking spirits up; I stretch my hands to God again, And thirst, like parched lands, for rain. 6 For Thee I thirst, I pray, I mourn; When will Thy smiling face return! Shall all my joys on earth remove? And God for ever hide His love? 7 My God, Thy long delay to save, Will sink Thy prisoner to the grave; My heart grows faint, and dim mine eye; Make haste to help before I die.
8 The night is witness to my tears, Distressing pains, distressing fears: Oh! might I hear Thy morning voice, How would my wearied powers rejoice!
9 In Thee I trust, to Thee I sing, And raise my grieved soul on high; For Thee sit waiting all the day, And wear the tiresome hours away.
10 Break off my fetters, Lord, and show Which is the path, my feet should go; If snares and foes beset the road, I flee to hide me near my God.
11 Teach me to do Thy holy will, And lead me to Thy heavenly hill; Let the good Spirit of Thy love Conduct me to Thy courts above.
12 Then shall my soul no more complain; The tempter then shall rage in vain: And flesh, that was my foe before, Shall never vex my spirit more.
VICTORY IN THE SPIRITUAL WARFARE.
1 FOR ever blessed be the Lord, My Saviour and my shield;
He sends His Spirit with His word, To arm me for the field.
2 When sin and hell their force unite, He makes my soul His care; Instructs me to the heavenly fight, And guards me through the war.
3 A friend and helper so divine, Does my weak courage raise; He makes the glorious victory mine; And His shall be the praise.
144-PART II. C. M.
THE VANITY OF MAN.
1 LORD, what is man, poor feeble man, Born of the earth at first! His life a shadow, light and vain, Still hastening to the dust.
2 Oh! what is feeble dying man, Or any of his race,
That God should make it His concern To visit him with grace!
3 That God, who darts His lightning down, Who shakes the worlds above; While mountains tremble at His frown: How wondrous is His love!
144-PART III. L. M.
THE HAPPY NATION.
1 HAPPY the city, where their sons Like pillars round a palace set, And daughters, bright as polished stones, Give strength and beauty to the state.
2 Happy the country, where the sheep, Cattle, and corn, have large increase; Where men securely work, or sleep, Nor sons of plunder break their peace.
3 Happy the nation thus endowed: But more divinely blessed are those, On whom the all sufficient God, Himself with all His grace bestows.
1 MY God, my King, Thy various praise Shall fill the remnant of my days; Thy grace employ my humble tongue, Till death and glory raise the song.
2 The wings of every hour shall bear Some thankful tribute to Thine ear; And every setting sun shall see New works of duty done for Thee.
3 Thy truth and justice I'll proclaim; Thy bounty flows an endless stream; Thy mercy swift, Thine anger slow, But dreadful to the subborn foe.
4 Thy works with sovereign glory shine, And speak. Thy majesty divine: Let Zion in her courts proclaim The sound and honour of Thy name.
5 Let distant times and nations raise The long succession of Thy praise; And unborn ages make my song The joy and labour of their tongue.
6 But who can speak Thy wondrous deeds? Thy greatness all our thoughts exceeds: Vast and unsearchable Thy ways; Vast and immortal be Thy praise.
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