2 Of his deliv'rance I will boast,
Till all that are distress'd,
From my example comfort take,
And charm their griefs to rest.
3 O! magnify the Lord with me,
With me exalt his name:
When in diftress to him I call'd,
He to my rescue came.
4 O! make but trial of his love,
Experience will decide
How bleft they are, and only they,
Who in his truth confide.
Fear him, ye faints, and you will then
Have nothing else to fear;
Make you his fervice your delight,
He'll make your wants his care.
I Lord, thy mercy, my fure hope,
The highest orb of heaven tranfcends;
Thy facred truth's unmeasur'd scope
Beyond the spreading fky extends.
2 Thy juftice, like the hills, remains;
Unfathom'd depths thy judgments are;
Thy providence the world fuftains;
The whole creation is thy care.
3 Since of thy goodness all partake
With what affurance fhould the just
Thy fhelt'ring wings their refuge make,
And faints to thy protection truft!
4 Such guests shall to thy courts be led,
To banquet on thy love's repast;
And drink, as from a fountain's head,
Of joys that shall for ever laft.
5 With thee the springs of life remain;
Thy prefence is eternal day;
O! let thy faints thy favour gain;
To upright hearts thy truth display.
let of days,
How foon my life will end;
The num'rous train of ills difclofe,
Which this frail state attend.
2. My life, thou know'ft is but a span,
A cypher fums my years,
And ev'ry man in best estate,
But vanity appears.
3 Man, like a fhadow, vainly walks,
With fruitless cares opprefs'd;
He heaps up wealth but cannot tell
By whom 'twill be poffefs'd.
4 Why then should I on worthless toys
With anxious care attend?
On thee alone my stedfast hope
Shall ever, Lord, depend.
S pants the hart for cooling streams,
When heated in the chace;
So longs my foul, O God, for thee,
And thy refreshing grace.
2 For thee, my God, the living God,
My thirsty foul doth pine;
O! when fhall I behold thy face,
Thou Majefty divine!
3 Why restlefs, why caft down, my foul?
Truft God, and he'll employ
His aid for thee, and change these sighs,
To thankful hymns of joy.
4 Why restlefs, why caft down, my foul?
Hope ftill, and thou fhalt fing
The praise of him, who is thy God,
Thy health's eternal spring.
ET me with light and truth be bleft;
Be these my guides to lead the way,
Till on thy holy hill I reft,
And in thy facred temple pray.
2 Then will I there fresh altars raise
To God, who is my only joy;
And well-tun'd harps, with fongs of praise,
Shall all my grateful hours employ.
3 Why then caft down, my foul? and why So much opprefs'd with anxious care? On God, thy God, for aid rely,
Who will thy ruin'd state repair.
GOD, my gracious God, to thee
My morning prayers fhall offer'd be;
For thee my thirsty foul does pant;
My fainting flesh implores thy grace,
Within this dry and barren place,
Where I refreshing waters want.
2 O! to my longing eyes once more,
That view of glorious power reftore,
Which thy majestic house displays:
Because to me thy wond'rous love,
Than life itself does dearer prove,
My lips fhall always fpeak thy praise.
3 My life, while I that life enjoy,
In bleffing God I will employ,
With lifted hands adore his name:
My foul's content fhall be as great,
As theirs who choiceft dainties eat,
While I with joy his praise proclaim.
4 When down I lie fweet fleep to find,
Thou, Lord, art present to my mind;
And when I wake in dead of night:
Because thou ftill doft fuccour bring,
Beneath the shadow of thy wing
I reft with safety and delight.
ET all the lands, with fhouts of joy,
To God their voices raife;
Sing pfalms in honour of his name,
And spread his glorious praise.
2 And let them fay, how dreadful, Lord,
In all thy works, art thou!
To thy great power thy stubborn foes
Shall all be forc'd to bow.
3 Thro' all the earth, the nations round
Shall thee their God confefs;
And, with glad hymns, their awful dread
Of thy great name express.
4 O! come, behold the works of God,
And then with me you'll own,
That he to all the fons of men
Has wond'rous judgments flown.
I All ye nations, bless our God,
And loudly speak his praife;
Who keeps our foul alive, and still
Confirms our ftedfast ways.
2 O come, all ye that fear the Lord;
Attend with heedful care,
Whilft I what God for me has done,
With grateful joy declare.
3 As I before his aid implor'd,
So now I praise his name;
Who, if my heart had harbour'd fin,
Would all my prayers
4 But God to me, whene'er I cry'd,
His gracious ear did bend;
And to the voice of my request,
With conftant love attend,
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