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2 Why should this wall so long divide
Between my God and me?
My great atonement be.
For sin could e'er atone;
Sufficient and alone...
Reveal thy smiling face, Then shall my thankful tongue rejoice,
And tell the world thy grace.
Inhal'd* with every breath; ,
But fly the second death.
In Jesus finds relief;
PSALM 52. C. M.
The informer characterized.
His baseness who can tell?
Deep as the gulf of hell. 2 His tongue a razor sharp and keen,
Delights to wound the heart, He works in darkness, but unseen
Performs the 'accuser's part. 3 Behold, he fills his mouth with lies,
Or falsely tells the truth,
* Inhaled, drawn in, breath taken in.
While o'er the world the scandal fies
To ruin virtuous youth. 4 Deceit his conversation tips,
He gives his tongue no rest; Devouring words hang on his lips,
And malice fires his breast.
And drive him from his face;
Nor find on earth a place.
Who made not God his strength, And God has chas'd him far away,
His end has come at length. 7 The church, like some green olive tree,
Shall flourish long in bloom; Her sons the 'oppressor's end shall see,
And triumph in his doom.
And make the Lord their tower,
PSALM 52. L. M.
The tyrant destroyed. | WHY should the haughty tyrant boast,
And dare to 'invade the peaceful coast,
And desolation wastes the land?
Tis music to his harden'd ear,
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,
And at Jehovah's scepter aims.
Defend the saints, the church enlarge,
Charg'd with the liquid fire of heaven. 5 God shall destroy the bloody rače,
And root the tyrant from his place,
And hail the proud oppressor’s fall.
He falls promiscuous and unknown,
His name descends to future times. y “ There lies the man, the church shall sing,
Who dar'd to fight with Christ our King, And vainly deem'd with envious joy,
His arm almighty to destroy."
Shall flourish like an olive tree;
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,
And did his justice know.
And lov'd the way to hell,
While envy, malive, power, and pride,
Within their bosoms swell.
Who saints beneath them tread,
And eat his poor like bread!
And send a dread reverse,
And all their hosts disperse. 6 Afraid to see the judge appear,
In vain to heaven they cry,
From their own shadows fly. 7 Jesus, reveal thy glorious name,
And all thy foes destroy;
saint with joy.
For nations long opprest;
PSALM 53. Part 2. C. M.
Deliverance from persecution. | ARE all the foes of Zion fools,
Who thus destroy her saints?
And pities her complaints?
For God's avenging arm,
To do his children harm.
Of armies in array:
When God has once despis’d-their host,
They fall an easy prey.
Her captives to restore!
And Judah weep no more.
PSALM 54. C. M.
God our deliverer. | BEHOLD us, Lord, expos'd to harni,
And hear our cries at length,
And judge us by thy strength.
Oppressive, proud, and strong,
And triumph in the wrong.
And on thy strength rely;
Thine ear attend our cry.
In vain oppressors scoff;
In truth he cuts them off.
My tongue shall freely sing;
Who say'd us from our woes; Our eyes have seen our hearts' desire,
When God destroy'd our foes.