Though mercy is his darling grace, In which he chiefly takes delight, Yet will be all the human race According to their works requite.
GOD, my gracious God, to thee My morning pray'rs shall offer'd be : For thee my thirsty soul does pant, My fainting flesh implores thy grace, Within this dry and barren place, Where I refreshing waters want.
O to my longing eyes once more That view of glorious pow'r restore, Which thy majestic house displays! Because to me thy wond'rous love Than life itself does dearer prove, My lips shall always speak thy praise.
My life, while I that life enjoy, In blessing God I will employ, With lifted hands adore bis name: My soul's content shall be as great As their's who choicest dainties eat, While I with joy his praise proclaim. 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 dost succour bring, Beneath the shadow of thy wing I rest with safety and delight.
FOR waits, thy chosen seat;
OR thee, O God, our constant praise
Our promis'd altars there we'll raise, And all our zealous vows complete. O thou, who to my humble pray'r Didst always bend thy list'ning ear! To thee shall all mankind repair
And at thy gracious throne appear. Our sins, though numberless, in vain To stop thy flowing mercies try, Whilst thou o'erlook'st the guilty stain And washest out the crimson dye.
Blest is the man, who near thee plac'd, Within thy sacred dwelling lives; Whilst we at humbler distance taste The vast delights thy temple gives.
COME! all ye that fear the Lord, Attend with needful care;
Whilst I what God for me has done With grateful joy declare.
As I before his aid implor'd,
So now I praise his name;
Who, if my heart had harbour'd sin, Would all my pray'rs disclaim.
But God to me, whene'er I cried, His gracious ear did bend; And to the voice of my request With constant love attend.
Then bless'd for ever be my God, Who never, when I pray, Withholds his mercy from my soul, Nor turns his face away,
bless thy chosen race, In mercy, Lord, incline; And cause the brightness of thy face On all thy saints to shine.
That so thy wond'rous ways
May through the world be known, Whilst distant lands their tribute pay, And thy salvation own,
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,
Dissolv'd in pious mirth,
For thou, the righteous Judge and King, Shalt govern all the earth.
Then God upon our land
Shall constant blessings show'r, And all the world in awe shall stand Of his resistless pow'r.
O God I cried, who to my help Did graciously repair;
In trouble's dismal day I sought My God with humble pray'r.
All night my fest'ring wound did run, No med'cine gave relief; My soul no comfort would admit, My soul indulg'd her grief.
I thought on God, and favours past, But that increas'd my pain : I found my spirit more oppress'd The more I did complain.
Through ev'ry watch of tedious night Thou keep'st my eyes awake; My grief is swell'd to that excess, I sigh but cannot speak.
LORD of hosts, my King and God!
How highly bless'd are they,
Who in thy temple always dwell,
And there thy praise display.
Thrice happy they, whose choice has thee
Their sure protection made;
Who long to tread the sacred ways
That to thy dwelling lead.
For in thy courts one single day "Tis better to attend,
Than, Lord, in any place besides A thousand days to spend.
For God, who is our sun and shield, Will grace and glory give, And no good thing will he withhold From them that justly life.
To my complaint, O Lord! my God! Thy gracious ear incline;
Hear me, distress'd, and destitute Of all relief but thine.
Do thou, O Lord! preserve my soul, That does thy name adore; Thy servant keep, and him whose trust Relies on thee restore.
To me, who daily thee invoke, Thy mercy, Lord, extend;
Refresh thy servant's soul, whose hopes On thee alone depend.
Thou, Lord, art good: not only good, But prompt to pardon too:
Of plenteous mercy to all those Who for thy mercy sue.
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