1 O GOD, my heart is fix'd, 'tis bent,
Its thankful tribute to present;
And with my heart, my voice I'll raise
To thee, my God, in songs of praise.
2 Awake, my glory; harp and lute,
No longer let your strings be mute;
And I, my tuneful part to take,
Will with the early dawn awake.
3 Thy praises, Lord, I will resound
To all the list'ning nations round:
Thy mercy highest heav'n transcends,
Thy truth beyond the clouds extends.
4 Be thou, O God, exalted high;
And, as thy glory fills the sky,
So let it be on earth display'd,
Till thou art here, as there, obey'd.
1 WHEN overwhelmed with grief,
My heart within me dies;
Helpless, and far from all relief,
To heaven I lift mine eyes.
O lead me to the rock
That's high above my head;
And make the covert of thy wings,
My shelter and my shade.
3 Within thy presence, Lord,
For ever I'll abide;
Thou art the tower of my defence,
The refuge where I hide.
4 Thou givest me the lot
Of those that fear thy name;
If endless life be their reward,
I shall possess the same.
1 MY soul waits patiently on God,
He only is my sure abode,
My refuge and my friend :
Trusting in him, I shall not fall
For when did he despise their call,
Who on his grace depend?
2 O all ye people, seek his face;
On him your whole dependance place,
In comfort or in woe:
Pour out your hearts before the Lord;
He will a sure relief afford,
And save from ev'ry foe.
3 Cease ye in mortal man to trust,
The feeble offspring of the dust,-
Whose highest state is vain:
Look up to God, who reigns on high;
For they, who on his love rely,
Shall endless life obtain.
1 EARLY, my God, without delay,
I haste to seek thy face;
My thirsty spirit faints away,
Without thy cheering grace.
2 I've seen thy glory and thy power,
Through all thy temple shine;
My God, repeat that heavenly hour,
That vision so divine.
3 Not all the blessings of a feast,
Can please my soul so well,
As when thy richer grace I taste,
And in thy presence dwell.
4 Thus till my last expiring day,
I'll bless my God and King;
Thus will I lift my hands to pray,
And tune my lips to sing.
PSALM LXV. (L. M.)
1 THE praise of Zion waits for thee,
My God; and praise becomes thy house,
There shall thy saints thy glory see,
And there perform their public vows.
2 O thou, whose mercies bend the skies,
To save when humble sinners pray,
All lands to thee shall lift their eyes,
And islands of the northern sea.
3 Against my will my sins prevail,
But grace shall purge away the stain;
The blood of Christ will never fail
To wash my garments white again.
4 Blest is the man whom thou shalt choose,
And give him kind access to thee;
Give him a place within thy house,
To taste thy love divinely free.
PSALM LXVII. (s. м.)
1 TO bless thy chosen race,
In mercy, Lord, incline;
And cause the brightness of thy face
On all thy saints to shine.
2 That so thy wondrous way
May through the world be known, Whilst distant lands their tribute pay, And thy salvation own.
3 Let diff'ring nations join
To celebrate thy fame;
Let all the world, O Lord, combine
To praise thy glorious name.
O let them shout and sing
With joy and pious mirth,
For thou, the righteous Judge and King,
Shalt govern all the earth.
5 Then God upon our land
Shall constant blessings show'r,
And all the world in awe shall stand
Of his resistless pow'r.
1 GOD of my life, to thee I call,
Afflicted at thy feet I fall;
When the great water-floods prevail,
Leave not my trembling heart to fail.
2 Friend of the friendless and the faint!
Where should I lodge my deep complaint?
Where but with thee, whose open door
Invites the helpless and the poor!
3 Did ever mourner plead with thee,
And thou refuse that mourner's plea?
Does not the word still fix'd remain,
That none shall seek thy face in vain?
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