Y GOD, my everlasting Hope,
I live upon thy Truth;
Thy Hands have held my Childhood up,
Ánd ftrengthen'd all my Youth.
2 My Flesh was fashion'd by thy Pow'r, With all these Limbs of mine;
And, from my Mother's painful Hour,
I've been entirely thine.
Still has my Life new Wonders feen
Repeated ev'ry Year;
Behold my Days which yet remain,
I trust them to thy Care.
4.Caft me not off when Strength declines,
When hoary Hairs arise;
And round me let thy Glory fhine,
Whene'er thy Servant dies.
5 Then, in the Hift'ry of my Age,
When Men review my Days,
They'll read thy Love in ev'ry Page,
In ev'ry Line thy Praife.
6 MY SAVIOUR, my Almighty FRIEND,
When I begin thy Praite,
Where will the growing Numbers end,
The Numbers of thy Grace?
7 THOU art my everlasting Trust ;
Thy Goodness I adore;
And fince I knew thy Graces first,
I fpeak thy Glories more.
8 My Feet shall travel all the Length Of the celeftial Road,
And march with Courage, in thy Strength,
To fee my Father God.
When I am fill'd with fore Distress
For some surprising Sin,
I'll plead thy perfect Righteousness,
And mention none but Thine.
10 How will my Lips rejoice to tell
The Vict'ries of my KING!
My Soul, redeem'd from Sin and Hell,
Shall thy Salvation fing.
II My Tongue fhall all the Day proclaim
My SAVIOUR and my GOD;
His Death has brought iny Foes to Shame,"
And drown'd them in his Blood.
12 Awake, awake, my tuneful Pow'rs!
With this delightful Song
I'll entertain the darkest Hours,
Nor think the Seafon long.
13 GOD of my Childhood and my Youth,
The Guide of all my Days,
I have declar'd thy heav'nly Truth,
And told thy wondrous Ways.
14 Wilt Thou forfake my hoary Hairs,
And leave my fainting Heart?
Who fhall fuftain my finking Years,
If GOD, my Strength, depart?
15 Let me thy Pow'r and Truth proclaim
To the surviving Age;
And leave a Savour of thy Name,
When I fhall quit the Stage.
16 The Land of Silence and of Death
Attends my next Remove;
may thefe poor Remains of Breath
Teach the wide World thy Love!
17 THY Righteoufnefs is deep and high,
Unfearchable thy Deeds;
Thy Glory spreads beyond the Sky,
And all my Praise exceeds.
18 Oft have I heard thy Threat'nings roar, And oft endur'd the Grief;
But when thy Hand has preft me fore,
Thy Grace was my Relief.
19 By long Experience have I known
Thy fov'reign Power to fave;
At thy Command I venture down
Securely to the Grave.
20 When I lie buried deep in Duft,
My Flefh fhall be thy Care;
Thefe with'ring Limbs with Thee I truft,
To raise them strong and fair.
PSALM LXXI. Metre ii.
THY
To hear, and haften to redeem:
HY Servant, GoD of Gods, fupreme,
Be THOU my Rock, and fafe Refort;
My Rock Thou art, my ftrongeft Fort.
2 On Thee my Hopes fupported stand;
My Life from earliest Youth thy Hand
(That Life which first from Thee began)
Preferv'd, and led me up to Man.
3 When lodg'd within the Womb I lay,
Thy Care produc'd me to the 'Day,
And, while that Care my Years prolongs,
Thy Name shall ánimate my Songs.
4 Though Crowds, with filent Gaze, in me A Spectacle of Wonder fee;
Amidst my Grief, amidst my Pain,
Thy Love shall still my Faith sustain.
5O LET me not, Almighty FRIEND,
When with a Weight of Age I bend,
And weary'd Nature's Succours fail,
The Abfence of thine Aid bewail.
6 Strong in thy Might I take my Way,
Thy Righteoufnefs my only Stay,
And through the Day, my God, my KING,
Thy Juftice, thy Salvation, fing.
7 How haft Thou bid my Soul to know
A long Viciffitude of Woe;
Yet, back return'd, with quick'ning Ray
Haft chas'd each Cloud of Grief away!
8 My willing Lips with Praife fhall flow
My refcu'd Soul with Tranfport glow
And pleas'd from Morn to Eve record
Thy Righteoufness, indulgent LORD.
LEST PRINCE of Righteousness and
The HOPE of all Mankind!
The Poor, in thy unblemish'd Reign,
Shall free Protection find.
Secure of juft Redrefs, to Thee
Th' Opprefs'd his Cause shall bring ;
While with the Fruits of facred Peace
The joyful Fields shall spring.
2 Through endless Years thy glorious Name The Righteous fhall adore,
When Sun and Moon have run their Course,
And measure Time no more.
Thou shalt defcend like fofteft Drops
Of kind celestial Dews;
Or as a Show'r, whofe gentle Fall
The joyful Spring renews.
3 Thy Glory no Eclipfe fhall fee,
But shine divinely bright;
While from his Orb the radiant Sun
Darts undiminish'd Light.
Converted Nations, bleft in Thee,
Shall magnify thy Grace;
Call Thee their glorious RANSOMER,
And HOPE of all their Race.
4 With Love and facred Rapture fir'd,
Thy lofty Name we'll fing:
THOU only wondrous Things haft done,
Thou everlafting KING!
From all the Corners of the Earth,
Let grateful Praise ascend :*
Let loud Amens, and joyful Shouts,
The starry Concave rend.
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