5 LORD! in the morning Thou shalt hear My voice ascending high;
To Thee will I direct my prayer,
To Thee lift up mine eye.
Oft to Thy house will I resort,
To taste Thy mercies there;
I will frequent Thy holy court,
And worship in Thy fear.
Oh, may Thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness,
Make every path of duty straight
And plain before my face!
All men that love and fear Thy name
Shall see their hopes fulfill'd;
Almighty God will compass them
With favour as a shield.
6 IN Rebuke us, gracious God!
[N tender mercy, not in wrath,
Lest, if Thy whole displeasure rise,
We fall beneath Thy rod.
Touch'd by Thy Spirit's quick'ning power,
Our load of guilt we feel;
The wounds Thy Spirit hath unclosed,
Oh, let that Spirit heal!
Oh! come with speed, ere life expire,
And show Thy power to save;
For who shall sing Thy name in death,
Or praise Thee in the grave?
Why should our souls distrust Thy grace,
Or yield to dread despair?
Thou wilt fulfil Thy promised word,
And grant us all our prayer.
80 Within this earthly frame,
THOU, to whom all creatures bow
C. Thro' all the world how great art Thou!
How glorious is Thy Name!
In heav'n Thy wondrous acts are sung,
Nor fully reckon❜d there;
And yet Thou mak'st the infant tongue
Thy boundless praise declare.
When heav'n, Thy beauteous work on high
Employs my wond'ring sight:
The moon, that nightly rules the sky,
With stars of feebler light:
Lord, what is man that Thou so lovʼst
To keep him in Thy mind?
Or what his offspring, that Thou prov'st
To them so wondrous kind?
ORD, I will praise Thee; all my heart
Thy wonders shall proclaim:
My lips shall tell how good Thou art,
While they can speak Thy name.
When countless hosts against me rose,
Thy word dispersed them all:
My soul, upon thy God repose,
He will not let thee fall!
O Refuge of the poor and weak,
O Light of the distrest!
Thou hearest still when sinners seek,
And givest still the best.
Here on Thy grace my soul shall dwell,
And trust for all to Thee:
Oh! when the wicked sink to hell,
Arise and rescue me!
9 To celebrate Thy praise, O Lord,
will my heart prepare;
II. To all the list'ning world Thy works,
Thy wondrous works, declare.
The thought of them shall to my soul
Exalted pleasure bring;
Whilst to Thy Name, O Thou most High,
Triumphant praise I sing.
All those who have His goodness prov'd
Will in His truth confide;
Whose mercy ne'er forsook the man
That on His help relied.
His suff'ring saints, when most distress'd,
He ne'er forgets to aid;
Their expectation shall be crown'd,
Though for a time delay'd.
Sing praises, therefore, to the Lord,
From Zion, His abode;
Proclaim His deeds, till all the world
Confess no other God.
13 HOW long wilt Thou forget me, Lord?
Must I for ever mourn?
For ever weep an absent God,
And sigh for His return?
How long shall darkness cloud my soul,
And fears my heart oppress?
How long shall enemies insult,
And I have no redress?
Oh! hear, and to my longing eyes
Restore Thy wonted light;
Nor let my sun of comfort set
In everlasting night.
Then shall my song, with praise inspir'd,
To Thee, my God, ascend;
Who to Thy servant in distress
Such bounty didst extend.
Oh! come, and change my sighs to songs,
My grief to lasting joy;
And save my life, and bid me still
That life to Thee employ.
17 WHAT
WHAT sinners value, I resign;
Lord, 'tis enough that Thou art mine:
I shall behold Thy blissful face,
And stand complete in righteousness.
This life's a dream-an empty show;
But that bright world to which I go
Hath joys substantial and sincere,
When shall I wake and find me there?
O glorious hour! O blest abode !
I shall be near and like my God;
And flesh and sin no more control
The sacred pleasures of the soul.
My flesh shall slumber in the ground,
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound;
Then burst its chains with glad surprise,
And in my Saviour's image rise.
18 d bow'd the heav'ns most high; THE Lord descended from above,
And underneath His feet He cast
The darkness of the sky:
On Cherubs and on Cherubims
Full royally He rode,
And on the wings of mighty winds
Came flying all abroad.
Now, who is God, except the Lord?
For other there is none:
And who is there omnipotent,
Saving our God alone?
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God Whom we adore,
Be glory as it was, is now,
And shall be evermore!
18 No change of times shall ever shock
My firm dependence, Lord, on Thee;
In danger Thou hast been a rock,
A fortress in distress to me.
And still the same, Thou art, my God,
Supreme in wisdom, love, and
power;
My Refuge still from foes abroad,
At home my Safeguard and my Tower.
Praise to the Lord! He heareth prayer,
I seek with joy His mercy-seat:
Thou wilt not leave me to despair,
Nor spurn Thy suppliant from Thy feet.
Through Thee my darkness shall be light,
Through Thee my weakness shall be strong;
Oh! guide my wandering steps aright,
And be Thy grace my daily song.
19 THE fear of God is excellent,
And ever doth endure;
The judgments of the Lord also,
Most righteous are and pure;
And more to be desired far
Than much fine gold are they;
The honey and the honeycomb
Are not so sweet as they.
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