6 But thou for ever art our Lord, As when the heathen felt thy sword, Thou wilt prepare our hearts to pray, 11 And mighty sinners shall confess L. M. MY refuge is the God of love; Why do my foes insult and cry, "Fly like a timorous, trembling dove To distant woods or mountains fly?" 2 Behold the wicked bend their bow, And fit their arrows to the string; To lay the men of virtue low, In secresy their darts they fling. 3 If government be once destroyed, (That firm foundation of our peace,) And violence make justice void, Where shall the righteous seek redress? 4 The Lord in heaven has fixed his throne, His eye surveys the world below; To him all mortal things are known, His eyelids search our spirits through. 5 If he afflicts his saints so far, To prove their love and try their grace, What may the bold transgressors fear? His soul abhors their wicked ways. 6 On impious wretches he will rain Sulphureous flames of wasting death, Such as he kindled on the plain 7 The righteous Lord loves righteous souls, HELP, Lord, for men of virtue fail, The sons of violence prevail, And treacheries abound. 2 Their oaths and promises they break, 3 If we reprove some hateful lie, 4 Scoffers appear on every side, Is raised to seats of power and pride, 5 Lord, when iniquities abound, 6 Is not thy chariot hastening on? 7 "Yes," saith the Lord, "now will I rise, And make the oppressors flee; I shall appear to their surprise, 8 Thy word, like silver seven times tried, Through ages shall endure; 13 The men that in thy truth confide How C. M. OW long wilt thou conceal thy face? When shall I feel those heavenly rays 2 How long shall my poor labouring soul Wrestle and toil in vain? Thy word can all my foes control, 3 See how the prince of darkness tries He spreads a mist around my eyes, 4 Be thou my sun, and thou my shield, Make haste before mine eyes are sealed In death's eternal sleep. 5 How would the tempter boast aloud Behold the sons of hell grow proud 6 But they shall flee at thy rebuke, He knows the terrors of thy look, FOOLS in their hearts believe and say, That all religion's vain: "There is no God that reigns on high, Or minds the affairs of men." 2 From thoughts so dreadful and profane And in their impious hands are found 3 The Lord from his celestial throne, 4 By nature all are gone astray, There's none that fears his Maker's hand, 5 Their tongues are used to speak deceit, How swift to mischief are their feet, 6 Such seeds of sin, that bitter root, 15 Till Israel's captives all are freed, WH FIRST PART. HO shall inhabit in thy hill, Whom will the Lord admit to dwell 2 The man that walks in pious ways, C. M. That trusts his Maker's promised grace, 3 He speaks the meaning of his heart, 5 His hands disdain a golden bribe, This man shall dwell with God on earth, 15 SECOND PART. L. M. WE HO shall ascend thy heavenly place, The man that minds religion now, And humbly walks with God below: 2 Whose hands are pure, whose heart is clean, 5 He never deals in bribing gold, And mourns that justice should be sold: |