3 High as the heavens are raised Above the ground we tread, So far the riches of his grace Our highest thoughts exceed.
4 His power subdues our sins,
And his forgiving love,
Far as the east is from the west,
Doth all our guilt remove.
5 The pity of the Lord
To those that fear his name, Is such as tender parents feel; He knows our feeble frame.
6 He knows we are but dust,
Scattered by every breath; His anger, like a rising wind,
Can send us swift to death.
7 Our days are as the grass,
Or like the morning flower;
If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field,
It withers in an hour.
8 But thy compassions, Lord,
To endless years endure;
And children's children ever find
Thy words of promise sure.
1 Он, bless the Lord, my soul! Let all within me join,
And aid my tongue to bless his name, Whose favors are divine.
2 Oh, bless the Lord, my soul!
Nor let his mercies lie
Forgotten in unthankfulness,
And without praises die.
3 'Tis he forgives thy sins;
'Tis he relieves thy pain;
'Tis he that heals thy sicknesses,
And makes thee young again.
4 He crowns thy life with love,
When ransomed from the grave;
He, who redeemed my soul from hell,
Hath sovereign power to save.
5 He fills the poor with good;
He gives the sufferers rest:
The Lord hath judgments for the proud,
And justice for th' oppressed.
6 His wondrous works and ways
He made by Moses known;
But sent the world his truth and grace
By his beloved Son.
1. Call Jehovah thy sal vation, Rest be-neath the Al-might-y's shade;
1 CALL Jehovah thy salvation; Rest beneath the Almighty's shade; In his secret habitation
Dwell, nor ever be dismayed.
2 There no tumult can alarm thee,
Thou shalt dread no hidden snare;
Guile nor violence can harm thee,
In eternal safeguard there.
3 From the sword at noonday wasting
From the noisome pestilence,
In the depth of midnight blasting,
God shall be thy sure defence.
4 He shall charge his angel legions
Watch and ward o'er thee to keep,
Though thou walk through hostile
regions,
Though in desert wilds thou sleep.
5 Since with firm and pure affection
Thou on God hast set thy love,
With the wings of his protection
He will shield thee from above.
6 Thou shalt call on him in trouble,
He will hearken, he will save;
Here for grief reward thee double,
Crown with life beyond the grave.
1 GOD is love; his mercy brightens
All the path in which we rove;
Bliss he wakes, and woe he lightens ;
God is wisdom, God is love.
2 Chance and change are busy ever;
Man decays, and ages move;
But his mercy waneth never;
God is wisdom, God is love.
3 E'en the hour that darkest seemeth,
Will his changeless goodness prove ;.
From the gloom his brightness streameth;
God is wisdom, God is love.
4 He with earthly cares entwineth
Hope and comfort from above:
Everywhere his glory shineth;
God is wisdom, God is love.
Sir John Bowring, 1825.
1 To thy pastures fair and large,
Heavenly Shepherd, lead thy charge;
And my couch, with tend'rest care,
'Mid the springing grass prepare.
2 When I faint with summer's heat,
Thou shalt guide my weary feet
To the streams that, still and slow,
Through the verdant meadows flow.
3 Safe the dreary vale I tread,
By the shades of death o'erspread, With thy rod and staff supplied, This my guard, and that my guide. 4 Constant to my latest end,
Thou my footsteps shalt attend;
Thou shalt bid thy hallowed dome
Yield me an eternal home.
1 THE Lord my pasture shall prepare,
And feed me with a shepherd's care;
His presence shall my wants supply,
And guard me with a watchful eye;
My noonday walks he shall attend,
And all my midnight hours defend.
2 When in the sultry glebe I faint,
Or on the thirsty mountain pant,
To fertile vales and dewy meads
My weary, wandering steps he leads,
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow,
Amid the verdant landscape flow.
3 Though in the paths of death I tread,
With gloomy horrors overspread,
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill,
For thou, O Lord, art with me still;
Thy friendly rod shall give me aid,
And guide me through the dreadful shade.
4 Though in a bare and rugged way
Through devious, lonely wilds I stray,
Thy bounty shall my wants beguile;
The barren wilderness shall smile,
With sudden green, and herbage crowned,
And streams shall murmur all around.
Joseph Addison, 1712.
PSALM 23. Tune, "Watchman," p. 86. S. M.
1 THE Lord my Shepherd is,
I shall be well supplied;
Since he is mine, and I am his,
What can I want beside?
2 He leads me to the place
Where heavenly pasture grows,
Where living waters gently pass,
And full salvation flows.
3 If e'er I go astray,
He doth my soul reclaim;
And guides me in his own right way,
For his most holy name.
4 While he affords his aid,
I cannot yield to fear; [dark shade, Though I should walk through death's My Shepherd's with me there.
5 In spite of all my foes,
Thou dost my table spread;
My cup with blessings overflows,
And joy exalts my head.
6 The bounties of thy love
Shall crown my following days;
Nor from thy house will I remove,
Nor cease to speak thy praise.
Isaac Watts, 1719-
1 HARK, the glad sound! the Saviour comes,
The Saviour promised long;
Let every heart prepare a throne,
And every voice a song.
2 He comes the prisoners to release,
In Satan's bondage held;
The gates of brass before him burst,
The iron fetters yield.
3 He comes from thickest films of vice
To clear the mental ray,
And on the eyeballs of the blind
To pour celestial day.
4 He comes the broken heart to bind ;
The bleeding soul to cure;
And, with the treasures of his grace,
To enrich the humble poor.
5 Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,
Thy welcome shall proclaim,
And heaven's eternal arches ring
With thy beloved name.
And eve-ry voice a song.
And eve ry voice a song.
3 No more let sins and sorrows grow,
Nor thorns infest the ground;
He comes to make his blessings flow
Far as the curse is found.
2 Joy to the earth! the Saviour reigns; Let men their songs employ; [plains While fields, and floods, rocks, hills, and Repeat the sounding joy.
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