2 The wicked borrows of his friends, 3 His alms with liberal heart he gives 4 His lips abhor to talk profane, His ready tongue declares to men 5 The law and gospel of the Lord Led by the Spirit and the word, 2 Thine arrows stick within my heart, 3 My sins a heavy load appear, 4 My thoughts are like a troubled sea, 5 Lord, I am weak, and broken sore, 6 All my desire to thee is known, 7 Thou art my God, my only hope; 8 [My foot is ever apt to slide, They raise their pleasure and their pride, 9 But I'll confess my guilt to thee, I'll mourn, how weak my graces be, 10 My God, forgive my follies past, O Lord of my salvation, haste 1 THUS I resolved before the Lord, 2 And if I'm e'er constrain'd to stay 3 I'll scarce allow my lips to speak The pious thoughts I feel, Lest scoffers should the occasion take To mock my holy zeal. 4 Yet if some proper hour appear, I'll not be over-awed, But let the scoffing sinners hear I would survey life's narrow space, 2 A span is all that we can boast, In all his flower and prime. 3 See the vain race of mortals move Like shadows o'er the plain, They rage and strive, desire and love, 4 Some walk in honour's gaudy show, 5 What should I wish or wait for then 6 Now I forbid my carnal hope, I give my mortal interest up, 39 1 PART III. C. M. 2 He raised me from a horrid pit, 3 Firm on a rock he made me stand, 4 I'll spread his works of grace abroad; We have not words nor hours enough Their numbers to repeat. 6 When I'm afflicted, poor, and low, My God beholds my heavy woe, Warwick, 471. 40 PART II. Ver. 9-13. Sick-bed devotion; or, pleading without repining. GOD 1OD of my life, look gently down, But I am dumb before thy throne, 2 Diseases are thy servants, Lord, I'll not attempt a murmuring word 3 Yet I may plead with humble cries, My strength consumes, my spirit dies, Through thy repeated strokes. 4 Crush'd as a moth beneath thy hand, We moulder to the dust; Our feeble powers can ne'er withstand, And all our beauty 's lost. 5 [This mortal life decays apace, How soon the bubble 's broke! 7 But if my life be spared awhile, Thy praise shall be my business still, 40 PART I. C. M. Northampton, 520. Ver. 1-3, 5, 17. Song of deliverance from great distress. WAITED patient for the Lord, 1 Ver. 69. The incarnation and sacrifice of Christ. THUS HUS saith the Lord, 'Your work is vain, Give your burnt-offerings o'er; In dying goats and bullocks slain, 2 Then spake the Saviour, Lo, I'm here, My God, to do thy will; Whate'er thy sacred books declare, 3 Thy law is ever in my sight, 4 And see, the bless'd Redeemer comes, Th' eternal Son appears, And at th' appointed time assumes 5 Much he reveal'd his Father's grace, 6 His Father's honour touch'd his heart, PAUSE. 7 No blood of beasts on altars shed 8 Then was the great salvation spread, THE wrought, Exceed our praise, surmount our thought: Should I attempt the long detail, My speech would faint, my numbers fail. 3 Lo! thine eternal Son appears, 6 'I'll magnify thy holy law, 7 The Spirit shall descend and show 41 1 L. M. Ver. 1-3. Portugal, 97. Charity to the poor; or, pity to the afflicted. LEST is the man whose bowels move, Around him multiply their dead. 42 PART I. C. M. Piety, 513. Ver. 1-5. Complaint of absence from public worship. 1 WITH earnest longings of the mind, WMy God, to thee I look; So pants the hunted hart to find 2 When shall I see thy courts of grace, 3 Temptations vex my weary soul, 'And where 's your God at last?" 4 'T is with a mournful pleasure now I think on ancient days: Then to thy house did numbers go, 5 But why, my soul, sunk down so far Beneath this heavy load? Why do my thoughts indulge despair, And sin against my God? 6 Hope in the Lord, whose mighty hand Can all thy woes remove: For I shall yet before him stand, 42 PART II. L. M. 1 Lebanon, 79. Ver. 6-11. Melancholy thoughts reproved. MB And times of past distress record, When I have found my God was kind 2 Huge troubles, with tumultuous noise, Swell like a sea, and round me spread; Thy water-spouts drown all my joys, And rising waves roll o'er my head. 3 Yet will the Lord command his love, When I address his throne by day, Nor in the night his grace remove; The night shall hear me sing and pray. 4 I'll cast myself before his feet, will call thy name to mind, Y spirit sinks within me, Lord, And say, My God, my heavenly rock, 6 Thy light and truth shall guide me still, 7 We are exposed all day to die As sheep for slaughter bound we lie 8 Awake, arise, Almighty Lord; Why sleeps thy wonted grace? Why should we look like men abhorr'd, Or banish'd from thy face? 9 Wilt thou for ever cast us off, And still neglect our cries? 10 Down to the dust our soul is bow'd, 11 Redeem us from perpetual shame, 45 1 I The personal glories & government of Christ. 'LL speak the honours of my King, His form divinely fair; None of the sons of mortal race May with the Lord compare. 2 Sweet is thy speech, and heavenly grace Upon thy lips is shed; Thy God with blessings infinite Hath crown'd thy sacred head. 3 Gird on thy sword, victorious prince, Ride with majestic sway; Thy terrors shall strike thro' thy foes, 4 Thy throne, O God, for ever stands; 5 Justice and truth attend thee still, And God, thy God, thy soul shall fill With most peculiar joys. Coombs, 45, Christ and his church. 45 PART I. L. M. 1 NOW OW be my heart inspired to sing 2 O'er all the sons of human race 3 Dress thee in arms, most mighty Lord, With truth and meekness at thy side. 4 Thine anger, like a pointed dart, 5 Thy throne, O God, for ever stands, THE wrought, Exceed our praise, surmount our thought: Should I attempt the long detail, My speech would faint, my numbers fail. 2 No blood of beasts, on altars spilt, Can cleanse the souls of men from guilt; 3 Lo! thine eternal Son appears, 41 1 BL Ver. 1-3. Charity to the poor; or, pity to the afflicted. LEST is the man whose bowels move, Around him multiply their dead. Ver. 1-5. Complaint of absence from public worship. 1 WITH earnest longings of the mind, My God, to thee I look; So pants the hunted hart to find 42 PART II. L. M. 1 Lebanon, 79. Ver. 6-11. Melancholy thoughts reproved. MY spirit sinks within me, Lord, But I will call thy name to mind, And times of past distress record, When I have found my God was kind 2 Huge troubles, with tumultuous noise, Swell like a sea, and round me spread; Thy water-spouts drown all my joys, And rising waves roll o'er my head. 3 Yet will the Lord command his love, When I address his throne by day, Nor in the night his grace remove; The night shall hear me sing and pray. 4 I'll cast myself before his feet, And say, My God, my heavenly rock, 6 Thy light and truth shall guide me still, |