With humble faith I wait,
To see Thy face again;
Of Israel it shall ne'er be said,
"He sought the Lord in vain."
27 ONE thing of God I do desire,
To that my longing thoughts aspire;
For that I humbly cry,
That I within His holy place
For evermore may dwell,
To see the beauty of His face,
And all His goodness tell.
In time of dread He shall me hide,
Within His place secure,
And keep me safely by His side,
As on a rock most sure.
Therefore within His house will I
Give sacrifice of praise;
With psalms and songs I will apply
To laud the Lord always.
27 THE Lord my strong salvation is,
My helper ever near;
While He is mine, and I am His,
What has my soul to fear?
One wish, one ardent wish, is mine;
Lord, grant my humble plea!
To dwell for ever near Thy shrine,
And find my all in Thee.
Oh! give me at Thy side a place
Secure from every harm;
Where I may daily view Thy face,
And feel Thy helping arm.
From light to light, from strength to strength,
My soul enlarge and raise;
Till from all bonds I burst at length
To endless joy and praise.
32 H Whose sins have all forgiveness found; OW bless'd the man, with mercy crown'd,
Whose deep transgressions, cover'd o'er
With pard'ning blood, are seen no more.
How bless'd the man, to whom the Lord
Doth His own righteousness afford!
Whom mercy clears from ev'ry sin,
Whose heart conceals no guile within.
I made my guilt and sorrows known,
With deep contrition, at Thy throne:
I said, "I'll all my sins confess :
And seek Thy grace and righteousness."
Scarce had my breast the thought conceiv'd,
Thy grace my anxious fears reliev'd;
Cleans'd my whole soul with blood divine,
And seal'd Thy pard'ning mercy mine.
Oh boundless love! the rich display
Shall teach the trembling lips to pray;
The penitent, with godly fear,
Shall plead, while Mercy waits to hear.
33 Their cheerful voices raise,
LE
ET all the just to God with joy
C. For well the righteous it becomes
To sing glad songs of praise.
For faithful is the word of God,
His works with truth abound;
He justice loves, and all the earth
Is with His goodness crown'd.
Happy are they alone to whom
The Lord for God is known;
Whom He from all the world besides
Has chosen for His own!
Our soul on God with patience waits,
Our help and shield is He;
Then, Lord, let still our hearts rejoice,
Because we trust in Thee.
34 THROUGH all the changing scenes of life,
trouble and in joy,
The praises of my God shall still
My heart and tongue employ.
Of His deliverance I will boast,
Till all that are distrest
From my example comfort take
And charm their griefs to rest.
The hosts of God encamp around
The dwellings of the just;
Deliv'rance He affords to all
Who on His succour trust.
Oh! make but trial of His love,
Experience will decide
How blest are they, and only they,
Who in His truth confide.
Fear Him, ye saints, and you will then
Have nothing else to fear :
Make you His service your delight,
He'll make your wants His care.
LORD, Thy mercy, my sure hope,
Above the heav'nly orb ascends;
Thy sacred truth's unmeasur'd scope
Beyond the spreading sky extends.
Thy justice, like the hills, remains;
Unfathom'd depths Thy judgments are;
Thy providence the world sustains;
The whole creation is Thy care.
Since of Thy goodness all partake,
With what assurance should the just
Thy shelt'ring wings their refuge make,
And saints to Thy protection trust.
Thy saints shall to Thy courts be led
To banquet on Thy love's repast;
And drink as from a fountain's head,
Of joys that shall for ever last.
TEACH us, O Lord, how brief our date,
How few our fleeting years;
How worthless is our best estate
In this poor vale of tears.
Our life indeed is but a span
Dependent on Thy breath:
And all the pomp and gains of man
But gild the road to death.
We turn from these, we turn from all
That binds our hearts to dust:
Down at Thy footstool, Lord, we fall;
Thy grace is all our trust.
Oh! free our souls from guilt and fear,
Let fall Thy angry rod;
Thou know'st we are but strangers here;
Be Thou our home, O God.
41 Helieves the poor distrest;
TAPPY the man whose tender care
When troubles compass him around,
The Lord shall give him rest.
The Lord his life (with blessings crown'd)
In safety shall prolong;
And disappoint the will of those
That seek to do him wrong.
If he, in languishing estate,.
Oppress'd with sickness lie;
Do Thou, O Lord, make all his bed,
And inward strength supply.
Let Israel's gracious God and Lord
From age to age be bless'd;
And our high praise, with one accord,
With loud Amens express'd.
42 A when heated in the chase,
S pants the hart for cooling streams,
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So pants my soul, O Lord, for Thee,
And Thy refreshing grace.
For Thee, the Lord, the living Lord,
My thirsty soul doth pine.
Oh! when shall I behold Thy face,
Thou Majesty divine?
I sigh to think of happier days,
When Thou, O Lord, wert nigh;
When every heart was tuned to praise,
And none so blest as I.
Why restless, why cast down, my soul?
Trust God, and thou shalt sing
The praise of Him who is thy God,
Thy health's eternal spring!
42 AFFLICTION is a stormy deep,
Though o'er my head the billows roll,
I know the Lord can save.
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