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7 There his triumphal Chariot waits,
And Angels chaunt the solemn Lay ;
Ye everlasting Doors, give Way! 8 Loose all your Bars of maffy Light,
And wide unfold th' ethereal Scene :
Receive the KING OF GLORY in.
The Lord that all his Foes o'ercame,
And Jesus is the Conqu’ror's Name. 10 Lo! his triumphal Chariot waits,
And Angels chaunt the solemn Lay;
Ye everlasting Doors, give Way!
The Lord of glorious Power possest;
LIFT my Soul to God,
My Trust is in his Name;
Still triumph in my Shame.
Persuade me to despair ;
That I may 'scape the Snare.
From the first dawning Light
Till the dark Ev'ning rife,
With ever-longing Eyes. 4
Remember all thy Grace,
And lead me in thy Truth;
The Lord is just and kind;
The Meek shall learn his Ways ;
The Methods of his Grace. 6 For his own Goodness' Sake
He saves my Soul from Shame; He pardons (tho' my Guilt be great)
Through my Redeemer's Name.
WHERE shall the Man be found
Who fears ť offend his God? Who loves the Gospel's joyful Sound,
And trembles at the Rod ?
The Secrets of his Heart;
And all his Love impart.
Are Truth and Mercy still, With such as to his Cov’nant stand,
And love to do his Will.
IO Their Souls shall dwell at Eafe
Before their Maker's Face;
In their extensive Grace.
II MINE Eyes and my Defire
Are ever to the LORD;
And rest upon his Word.
Bring thy Salvation near ;
Out of the deadly Snare ?
Of my forgiving God
My wand'ring Feet have trod ? 14
Behold the Hofts of Hell !
How cruel is their Hate !
Their Fury with Deceit.
Nor put my Hope to Shame!
In my Redeemer's Name. 16 With humble Feet I wait,
To see thy Face again;
“ He fought the Lord in vain.”
PSA L M XXVI. Metre i.
My Deeds and Thoughts have known; On Thee my stedfast Soul relies,
Nor Fear of Lapse shall own.
With stricteft View survey:
Thy Truth directs my Way.
Thy Threshold have I trod ! How lov'd the Courts whose Walls enshrine
The Glory of my God! 4 O let me not the Vengeance share,
That waits the guilty Tribe, Whose murd'rous Hands each Mischief dare,
And grasp the offer'd Bribe :
The Path by Thee prepar'd,
And round me plant a Guard.
And pleas’ shalt hear my Tongue
To form the thankful Song.
And try my Reins, and try my Heart;
2 I hate to walk, I hate to fit,
With Men of Vanity and Lies ;
Are the Abhorrence of inine Eyes.
With Hands well wash'd in Innocence;
The Blood of Christ is my Defence. 4 I love thy Habitation, LORD,
The Temple where thine Honours dwell;
And there thy Works of Wonder tell.
With Men of Treachery and Blood,
PSALM XXVII. Metre i.
TAnd my Salvation too
What all my Foes can do.
O grant me an Abode
The Temples of my God!
And see thy Beauty ftill;