2 Why should this wall so long divide O may the blood from Jesus' side 3 No blood of goats nor heifers slain, The death of Christ shall long remain 4 O, let me hear thy pard'ning voice, Then shall my thankful tongue rejoice, And tell the world thy grace. 5 Thy grace, O God, is free as air, No more, ye sons of men, despair, 6 A soul with conscious guilt opprest, He gives the weary sinner rest, PSALM 52. C. M. The informer characterized. 1 WHY boasts the vile insidious man? 2 His tongue a razor sharp and keen, 3 Behold, he fills his mouth with lies, * Inhaled, drawn in, breath taken in. While o'er the world the scandal flies 4 Deceit his conversation tips, He gives his tongue no rest; 5 But God in vengeance shall destroy, 6 This is the man, the saints shall say, 7 The church, like some green olive tree, 8 Now let the saints in danger sing, PSALM 52. L. M. The tyrant destroyed. 1 WHY should the haughty tyrant boast, And dare to 'invade the peaceful coast, While blood defiles his cruel hand, And desolation wastes the land? 2 The captive's groan be joys to hear, Tis music to his harden'd ear, The widow's loss, the sufferer's-sigh, Do but advance his pleasures high. 3 Triumphant in the deeds of wrong He thinks to make his kingdorn strong, With pride his awful power proclaims, His name descends to future times. 7 "There lies the man, the church shall sing, 8 The church redeem'd, the nations free, The saints who saw our mournful days, PSALM 53. Part 1. C. M. The folly of sinners. 1 THE fool within himself replies, And whispers to his soul, "There is no God above the skies, And who shall me control?" 2 God from his heavenly throne look'd down, To view the world below, To find the man who fear'd his frown, And did his justice know. 3 He saw that men had turn'd aside, And lov'd the way to hell, While envy, malive, power, and pride, 4 How void of heavenly grace are they, 5 My God shall on their glory stamp, Shall fill with shame their guilty camp, 7 Jesus, reveal thy glorious name, 8 O for salvation from our King, PSALM 53. Part 2. C. M. Deliverance from persecution. ARE all the foes of Zion fools, 2 They shall be seiz'd with sad surprise, Scatters the bones of them that rise To do his children harm. 3 In vain the sons of Satan boast Of armies in array; When God has once despis'd their host, 4 O, for a word from Zion's King, Jacob with all the tribes shall sing, PSALM 54. C. M. God our deliverer. ! BEHOLD us, Lord, expos'd to harm, 3 Yet thy forgiving grace we trust, Thine arm shall crush our foes to dust, 4 The mighty God our helper is, 5 Thy glory, Lord, shall be mine aim, 6 Let all our souls to God aspire, Who sav'd us from our woes; Our eyes have seen our hearts' desire, |