« ПредыдущаяПродолжить »
9 How perfect is thy Word !
And all thy Judgments just :
And Men securely trust.
And I would fain obey;
To guide me, left I stray, 11 Warn me of ev'ry Sin ;
Forgive my secret Faults;
Whose Crimes exceed my Thoughts 12 While with my Heart and Tongue
I spread thy Praise abroad; Accept the Worship and the Song, My Saviour and
PSA L M
In ev'ry Star thy Wisdom shines : But when our Eyes behold thy Word,
We read thy Name in fairer Lines.
And Nights and Days thy Pow'r confess;
Reveals thy Justice and thy Grace.
Round the whole Earth, and never stand:
4 Nor shall thy spreading Gospel rest
Till thro' the World thy Truth has run:
That see the Light, or feel the Sun.
Blefs the dark World with heav'nly Light;
Thy Laws are pure, thy Judgments right, 6 Thy noblest Wonders here we view
In Souls renew'd, and Sins forgiv'n;
Guide to Heav'n.
PSA L M
HE spacious Firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal Sky,
2 Soon as the Ev’ning Shades prevail,
The Moon takes up the wondrous Tale,
g What though, in folemn Silence, All
Move round the dark terrestrial Ball?
I BEST INSTRUCTOR, from thy Ways
Who can tell how oft he ftrays?
Heart's Disguise. 2 Let me thence, by Thee renew'd,
Each presumptuous Sin exclude:
With the Men of impious Mind.
Speak the Words approv'd by Thee ;
Let my Thoughts accepted rise, 4. While I thus thy Name adore,
And thy healing Grace implore,
PSA L M xx.
2 The Name of Jacob's God defends,
Better than Shields or brazen Walls;
Succour and Strength, when Zion calls. 3 Well he remembers all our Sighs ;
His Love exceeds our best Deserts ;
4 Some trust in Horses train’d for War,
And some of Chariots make their Boasts;
From Thee, the Lord of heav'nly Hosts. 5 Now fave us, LORD, from slavish Fear,
Now let our Hope be firm and strong,
great In the Salvatico of thy Hand! LORD, thou has rais'd his Kingdom high,
And giv’n the World to his Command. 2 Thy Goodness grants whate'er he will,
Nor doth the least request with-hold;
And Crowns of Glory, not of Gold. 3 Honour and Majesty divine
Around his facred Temples shine;
Thine Hand shall find out all his Foes ;
PSA L M XXII.
And thus our dying Lord.) 2 Though 'tis thy chief Delight to dwell
Among thy praising Saints,
And pity our Complaints.
And laugh my Soul to Scorn; 66. In vain he trusts in God, they cry,
“ Neglected and forlorn.
By thine Almighty Word;
My Hope is in the LORD. 5 My God, if possible it be,
Withhold this bitter Cup !
And drink the Sorrows up.
And trust it in thy Hand;
And rise at thy Command.