4 And let each Gentile Nation
Come gladly in her train,
To share Thy great salvation,
And join her grateful strain.
Then ne'er shall note of sadness
Awake the trembling string,
One song of joy and gladness
The ransom'd world shall sing.
PSALM LI. Version 1. L. M.
THOU that hear'st the mourner's cry, Though all my sins before Thee lie, Behold them not with angry look, But blot their record from thy book. 2 Create my nature pure within, And make my soul to loathe its sin : Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart, Nor hide Thy presence from my heart. 3 I cannot live without thy light, Cast out and banish'd from thy sight: Thy holy joys, O God, restore, And guard me that I fall no more.
PSALM LI. Version 2.
1 HAVE mercy, Lord, on me,
As thou wert ever kind,
Let me, oppress'd with loads of guilt,
Thy wonted mercy find.
2 Wash off my foul offence,
And cleanse me from my sin ;
For I acknowledge all, and see
How great my guilt has been.
3 Withdraw not Thou thy help,
Nor cast me from thy sight,
Nor let thy Holy Spirit take
Its everlasting flight.
4 The joy thy favour gives
Let me again obtain,
And thy free Spirit's firm support
My fainting soul sustain.
PSALM LI. Version 3. L. M.
HO' we have griev'd thy Spirit, Lord,
His help and comfort still afford;
And let us venture near thy throne,
To plead the merits of thy Son.
2 A broken heart, O God, our King,
Is all the sacrifice we bring:
Thou, gracious God, wilt ne'er despise
A broken heart for sacrifice.
3 Our souls lie humbled in the dust,
And own thy dreadful sentence just:
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemn'd to die!
4 Then shall thy love inspire our tongue
Salvation shall be all our song;
And all our powers shall join to bless
The Lord, our Strength and Righteousness.
PSALM LIII. L. M.
HE Eternal Monarch, from on high,
Cast on the sons of men his eye,
If some among them He might find
To truth and righteousness inclin❜d.
2 He look'd; but yet not one he saw
Who fear'd his Name, who kept his Law;
Each, led from wisdom's path astray,
Pursu'd the tenor of his way.
3 Eternal Monarch! from on high
Look down again with pitying eye,
And where our sin and guilt are found
There let Thy mercy more abound.
4 O look! and to our longing eyes
Bid Thou the wish'd redemption rise:
Then shall our hearts with joy record
The great salvation of the Lord.
PSALM LVI. 6 EIGHTS.
(From "The Spirit of the Psalms.")
JOIN, all ye servants of the Lord,
To praise Him for his Sacred Word-
That Word, like manna sent from heav'n
To all who seek it freely giv'n;
Its promises our fears remove,
And fill our hearts with joy and love.
2 It tells us, though oppress'd with care,
The God of Mercy hears our prayer;
Tho' steep and rough th' appointed way,
His mighty arm shall be our stay;
Though deadly foes assail our peace,
His power shall bid their malice cease.
3 It tells Who first inspir'd our breath,
Whose blood redeem'd our souls from death:
It tells of grace-grace freely giv❜n,
And shews the path to God and heav'n:
O praise we, then, our gracious Lord,
For all the treasures of His Word!
PSALM LVII. L. M.
AWAKE my heart, awake my voice, And in harmonious hymns rejoice: Your part in prayer and praise to take, With morning's earliest dawn awake. 2 Thy praises, Lord, I will resound, To all the list'ning nations round: Thy mercy highest heav'n transcends, Thy truth beyond all time extends. 3 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.
PSALM LXI. S. M.
LORD! to our cry attend,
Receive our earnest prayer;
Hear, while from earth's remotest end
We supplicate thy care!
2 Oft in thy shelt'ring shade
Our soul has found repose;
By Thee, our Tower of Refuge, made
Triumphant o'er our foes.
3 Here would we still abide,
Where all thy glories shine;
Beneath thy wings securely hide,
And peacefully recline.
(From "The Spirit of the Psalms.")
HEN dangers press, and fears invade
O let us not rely
On man, who, in the balance weigh'd,
Is light as vanity.
2 Riches have wings, and fly away;
Health's blooming cheek grows pale;
Vigour and strength must soon decay,
And worldly wisdom fail:
3 But God, our God, is still the same
As at that solemn hour,
When thunders spake his awful Name,
His Majesty and Power.
4 And still sweet Mercy's voice is heard,
Proclaiming from above,
That good and gracious is the Lord,
And all his works are love.
(From "The Spirit of the Psalms.")
LORD, our thoughts ascend to Thee
At morning's op'ning hour,
Waiting in brighter worlds to see
Thy glory and thy power.
2 For Thee we long, as pilgrims pant
The crystal spring to taste,
When, parch'd with thirst, fatigu'd and faint,
They tread the barren waste.
3 For what are all the vain delights
Life's brightest hours afford,
What all that man to man unites,
Without thy favour, Lord?
4 Oh be it here our greatest joy
To sing thy truth and love,
And after death, our blest employ
To praise thy Name above!
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