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1 Cod is our all-sufficient Aid.
PSALM LXII. Second Version Tate.
And flowing Blessings daily send;
On him our Souls thall ftill depend.
Before his Throne pour out your Hearts;
And, laid in Truth's impartial Scale, ;
The lightest Things will both outweigh.
Y Spirit looks to God alone ;
My Soul on his Salvation waits.
Pour out your Hearts before his Face:
3 False are the Men of high Degree, ,
The meaner Sort are Vanity ;
4 Make not increasing Gold your Trust,
Nor set your Heart on glitt'ring Dust;
And not believe what God has spoke ? 5
Once has his awful Voice declar'd, Once and again my Ears have heard, “ All Pow'r is his eternal Due ;
“ He muft be fear'd and trusted too." 6 For sov'reign Pow'r reigns not alone, .
Grace is a Partner of the Throne :
PSALM LXIII. First Version. Merrick.
Delight in divine Worship.
I lift, e'er yet the Dawn arise :
His Hands shall rear, his Knees shall bow. 2 Thy Love my Lips shall ever tell,
(Can Life itself that Love excel :)
In thankful Notes the Hymn to raise.
Nor Marrow from the fatted Steer
And long Experience calls it mine. 6 Thy Love my Lips shall ever tell,
(Can Life itself that Love excel?)
PS A L M LXIII.
Second Version. TATE.
In blessing God I will employ ;
While I with Joy his Praise proclaim. 2 When down I lie sweet Sleep to find, Thou, Lord, art present to my Mind,
And when I wake in Dead of Night; Because thou still doft Succor bring, Beneath the Shadow of thy Wing,
I rest with Safety and Delight.
PSALM LXIII. Third Version. First Part. Watts.
The Morning of a Lord's Day.
I haíte to seek thy Face ;
Without thy chearing Grace.
Beneath a burning Sky
And they must drink or die.
Thro' all thy Temple shine ;
That Vision so divine.
Can please my Soul so well
And in thy Presence dwell.
Can my best Passions move,
As thy forgiving Love.
PSALM LXIII. Third Version. Second Part.
Midnight Thoughts recolle&ed. 'T
WAS in the Watches of the Night
I thought upon thy Pow's, I kept thy Promises in Sight
Amid the darkett Hour.
My Soul arose on high ;
Bring thy Salvation nigh." 3 My Spirit labors up thy Hill,
And climbs the heav'nly Road; But thy Right Hand upholds me still,
While I pursue my God.
My Tongue awakes and fings.
Seeking after God.
Thou art my Hope, my Joy, my Reit;
Stand all engag'd to make me blest.
Thou art my Father and my God;
Thy Son, thy Servant bought with Blood. 3 With Heart and Eyes and lifted Hands
For thee I long, to thee I look,
14 With early Feet I love t'appear
Among thy Saints and seek thy Face ;
And felt the Pow'r of sov’reign Grace. 5 [Amidst the wakeful Hours of Night,
When bufy Cares afflict-my Head,
And adds Refreshment to my Bed.]
While I have Breath to pray or praise ;
PSALM LXIII. Fifth Version. WATTS.
Delight in God's Worship.
This Joy, to call thee mine,
To taste thy Love divine.
No Relish can afford;
To serve and please the Lord.
my Hands, And praise thee while I live; Not the rich Dainties of a Feaft:
Such Food or Pleasure give. 4
In wakeful Hours at Night
I call my God to mind;
And all thy Dealings kind.
Since thou hast been my Help, 5
To thee my Spirit Aies,
My chearful Hope relies.