3 With Heart and Eyes and lifted Hands,,
For THEE I long, to THEE I look;
As Travellers, in thirfty Lands,
Pant for the cooling Water-Brook.
4 With early Feet I love t' appeari
Among thy Saints, and feek thy Face;
Oft have I feen thy Glory there,
And felt the Pow'r of fov'reign Grace.
5 Nor Fruits nor Wines that tempt our Tafte,
Nor all the Joys our Senfes know,
Could make me fo divinely bleft,
Or raise my cheerful Paffions fo.
6 My Life itself, without thy Love,
No Tafte of Pleasure could afford;
'Twould but a tiresome, Burden. prove,
If I were banish'd from the LORD.
7 Amidst the wakeful Hours of Night,
When bufy Cares afflict my Head,
One Thought of Thee gives new Delight,
And adds Refreshment to my Bed.
8 I'll lift my Hands, I'll raife my Voice,
While I have Breath to pray or praife:
This Work fhall make my Heart rejoice,
And fpend the Remnant of my Days.
PSALM LXIII. Metre iv.
HOU art my God, to Thee my Eyes the Dawn arife;
With facred Thirst, O LORD, I burn ;.
My Heart, my Flesh, thine Absence, mourn,
As o'er th' inhofpitable Way
Amidst a barren Waste I stray.
2 Yet here, by heav'nly Wisdom led,
Expectant wait, till o'er my Head
Thy Beams in mild Effulgence play,
And turn my Darkness into Day:
Thofe Beams which oft my Eyes beheld
Within thy Temple, LORD, reveal'd.
3 Thy Love my Lips Thall ever tell,
(Can Life itself that Love excel?)
Nor ceafe, while Breath prolongs my Days,
In thankful Notes the Hymn to raise :
To Thee thy Servant, LORD, as now,
His Hands thall rear, his Knees fhall bow.
4 Safe in the Shadow of thy Wings,
In Thee I joy, O KING OF KINGS!
When Dangers threaten to devour,
(Superior to each adverse Pow'r)
Thine Arm extends the Help divine,
And long Experience calls it Mine.
PSALM LXIII.
GOD, my gracious GOD, to Thec My Morning Pray'r fhall offer'd be, For Thee my thirsty Soul does pant: My fainting Flesh implores thy Grace, Within this dry and barren Place,
Where I refreshing Waters want.
2 O to my longing Eyes once more,
That View of glorious Pow'r restore,
Thy Prefence in thy Houfe difplays;
Because to me thy wondrous Love
Than Life itfelf does dearer prove,
My Lips shall always fpeak thy Praise.
3 My Life, while I that Life enjoy,
In bleffing GOD I will employ; 1
With lifted Hands adore his Name:*
My Soul's Content fhall be as great
As theirs who choiceft Dainties eat,
While I with Joy his Praise proclaim.
4 When down I lie, fweet Sleep to find,
Thou, LORD, art present to my Mind,
And when I wake in Dead of Night;
Because Thou ftill doft Succour bring,
Beneath the Shadow of thy Wing,
I reft with Safety and Delight.
HY Suppliant's Voice propitious hear; My Life, bleft LORD, from hoftile Secure, while Men my Soul purfue, [Fear And hide, O hide me from their View.
Behold the flaughter-breathing Throng Whet, as a Sword, their baleful Tongue, And Words, as Arrows keen, prepare, That, wing'd with Death, fly through the Air. 3 Ah! Wretches, whither will ye Aly? Behold the Arrow from on high Defcend, that bears upon its Wing The Wrath of Heav'n's offended KING!
4 Each Heart shall own, with rev'rent Thought, That THOU the Work, great GOD, haft wrought,
While, refcu'd from their Rage, the Just,
Exulting, fix on Thee their Truft.
HE Praife of Sion waits for Thee, My GoD; and Praife becomes thy There fhall thy Saints thy Glory fee, [House: And there perform their public Vows.
2 O THOU, whofe Mercy bends the Skies
To fave, when humble Sinners pray;
All Lands to Thee fhall lift their Eyes,
And Iflands of the Northern Sea.
3 Againft my Will my Sins prevail,
But Grace fhall purge away their Stain;
The Blood of CHRIST will never fail
To wash my Garments white again.
4 Bleft is the Man whom Thou. fhalt choose,
And give him kind Access to Thee;
Grant him a Place within thy House,
To taste thy Love divinely free.
5 O THOU, the Hope of human Race,
Of All whom Earth's wide Arms embrace,
Of All, who, toft by Tempefts, fweep
The Surface of the pathless Deep.
6 In Thee they truft, who know'ft to rein
The Infults of the foaming Main,
Check the brute Waves that roar aloud,
And ftill the Madness of the Crowd,
1 Remoteft Realms, with dire Difmay,
Thy Wonders, mightiest LORD, Survey;
And, as they walk th' ethereal Round,
"The Morn and Eve thy Praife refound.
8 By unexhaufted Springs fupply'd,
Thy River pours its copious Tide,
And bids the ftrength-infufing Grains
Earth's countless Family fuftain.
9 The Clouds, in frequent Show'rs diftill'd, Drop Fatnefs on the pregnant Field;
Break the tough Glebe, the Furrows cheer,
And crown with Good the gliding Year.
10 The Hills around exulting ftandend
And own the Bounty of thy Hand:
Nurs'd by thy Care, the fleecy Train ». I
Invests with white the rural Plain.!
II While, as beneath the fav'ring Skies,
In crowded Ranks the Harvefts rise,
The laughing Vale affumes a Tongue,
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And bursts triumphant into Song.
ING, all ye Nations, to the LORD,
Sing with a joyful Noise;
With Melody of Sound record
His Honours and your Joys.IT
2 Say to the Pow'R that shakes the Sky, "How terrible art THOU!
"Sinners before thy Prefence fly,
"Or at thy Feet they bow." h
3 HE rules by his refiftlefs Might
Will rebel Mortals dare
Provoke th' ETERNAL to the Fight,
And tempt that dreadful, War 1
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