PSALM 72. Part 2. L. M.

Christ's kingdom among the Gentiles. 1 JESUS shall reign where'er the sun Does his successive journeys run,

His kingdom stretch from shore to shore, 'Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 2 His light excells the sun at noon, His grace outlasts the silver moon; And while his beams the world illume,* His praise shall rise like sweet perfume. 3 To him shall monarchs tribute bring, And all the nations crown him King; From north to south the princes meet, Το pay their homage at his feet.

4 Persia the proud shall bow the knee, And India his salvation see;

The savage tribes that roam the wood Shall taste and find the promise good. 5 To him the poor their voices lift,

His

grace accepts the humble gift;

And men of wealth, who in affluence flow, Their gold and precious gifts bestow. 6 For him shall endless prayer be made, His gospel shall the world prevade;† And men of every clime and coast, Shall make his righteousness their boast. 7 Blessings abound where'er he reigns; The joyful prisoner bursts his chains; The weary find eternal rest,

And all the sons of want are blest,

8 His power the rage of man controls, His grace is freedom in our souls;

*To illume, to enlighten.

To pervade, to pass through.

The 'oppressed earth and subject isles,
Rejoice for ever in his smiles.

9 Where'er he does himself reveal,

He speaks and shows his power to heal, 'Tis in his blood that sinners find A balsam for the bleeding mind. 10 Blest be the 'eternal King of kings, His arm alone does wond'rous things; His glorious name o'er earth is rais'd, Amen, and let his name be prais❜d.

PSALM 73. Part 1. C. M.

The posperity of the wicked.

1 MY soul, the Lord in truth is good
To men of hearts upright;

His ways when rightly understood,
Afford his saints delight.

2 But as for me, my steps declin❜d,
(How numerous are my slips)
Against the Lord my soul repin'd,
I said with murmuriug lips:
3"Behold the vain and worldly wise,
How blest on earth they dwell,
With easy steps to wealth they rise
Nor dread the thoughts of hell.
4 In vain I lift mine hands to pray
And cleanse mine heart in vain,
For I'm afflicted all the day,
The night renews my pain."

5 But cease, my soul, this murmuring frame
The righteous must offend;
Then to the house of God I came,

To learn the sinners' end.

#6 I saw them climb the slippery steep, That high above them sears,

Impending o'er the burning deep,
That loud beneath them roars.

7 Alas, their joys are all a dream,
Their greatness dying breath!
For vengeance like a fiery stream,
Pursues them swift to death.

8 No more my suffering soul shall grieve, The Lord my portion is,

He will at death the just receive,
For all the saints are his.

PSALM 73. Part 2. C. M.

God our portion here and hereafter.
1 NOW I believe the Lord is good,
He has my fears dispel'd;
When trembling near despair I stood,
His grace my soul upheld.

2 O'erwhelm'd with guilt and dismal gloom, I sought his holy place;

'Twas there I learn'd the sinner's doom, And sung restoring grace.

3 O, may his counsels guide my feet
Thro life's uneven way,

At death conduct me near his seat,
To dwell in endless day.

There's none, my soul, in heaven above,
Nor on this earthly ball,

So great, so worthy of thy love,

As God mine all in all.

5 Should nature feel a general shock,
And flesh and spirit faint,
God is my soul's eternal Rock,
The strength of every saint.

16 The sinner, who from Jesus flies,
Pursues the world in vain,

No idol-god can hear his cries,
Nor ease his raging pain.

7 Then draw me closer, Lord, to thee,
O, keep me near thy throne,
I would thy great salvation see,
And trust in Christ alone.

PSALM 73. L. M.

The prosperity of sinners cursed.
1 MY foolish heart no more shall sigh,
And at thy ways, O God, repine,
To see the wicked plac'd on high,
In pride and robes of honor shine.
2 Their dreadful end is near at hand,

Thy temple, Lord, inform'd me so,
On slippery rocks I see them stand,
And fiery billows roll below.

3 In vain they boast how tall they rise,
I'll never envy them again;

There they may stand with haughty eyes, 'Till deep they plunge in endless pain. 4 Their fancied joys ascend aloft, As light as flying dreams ascend; Their songs of harmony are soft, A pleasing prelude to their end. 5 Now I their mirth and wine esteem Too dear to purchase with their fall, My Savior did my soul redeem, And he 's my portion, he mine all.

PSALM 73. S. M. 1

The mystery of Providence unfolded,

1 WHAT tho the virtuous sigh,

And scoffers boast aloud,

Yet there's a righteous God on high,
Who will adjudge the proud.

2 Behold the sons of ease,

How daintily they fare,

Their wealth rolls in like flowing seas,
And grows without their care.

3 Their impious tongues blaspheme,
The power that rules above,

They make the word of life their theme,
And scoff at dying love.

4 Their plenteous cup o'erflows,

And far from want or dearth;
They smiling ask how Jesus knows,
What men have done on earth!

5 Their jaws the poor devour,
They tread the needy down;
But put far off a dying hour,
Nor fear Jehovah's frown.

6 Is this thy way, O God?

My soul in anguish cried,
Must saints endure thy chastening rod,
While sinners walk in pride?

7 But lest the murmuring thought,
The righteous should offend,
Thine house with anxious steps I sought
To learn the sinners' end.

8 How dreadful was the shock,

That chill'd my vital blood,

I saw them stand as on a rock
High o'er a burning flood!

9 On what a slippery steep,

The thoughtless wretches go!
And O, that dreadful fiery deep,
That waits their fall below!

10 Lord, at thy feet I bow,

My thoughts no more repine,
I chuse thee for my portion now,
And all my powers are thine.