There, smiling plenty takes her stand,
And in thy courts, with lavish hand,
Hath pour'd forth all her store.
5 What joy-while thus I view the day
That warms my thirsting soul away—
What transports fill my breast!
For lo! my great Redeemer's pow'r
Unfolds the everlasting Door,
And leads me to his rest!
PSALM CXXX. S. M.
1 My soul with patience waits
For thee, the living Lord;
My hopes are on thy promise built-
Thy never-failing word.
2 My longing eyes look out
For thy enliv'ning ray ;
More duly than the morning watch
To spy the dawning day.
No bounds his mercy knows ;
The plenteous source and spring, from Eternal succour flows.
4 Whose friendly streams to us
Supplies in want convey;
A healing spring, a spring to cleanse
And wash our guilt away.
PSALM CXXX. Version 2. C. M.
1 When rising from the bed of death
O'erwhelmed with guilt and fear,
I see my Maker face to face,
O! how shall I appear!
2 If now while pardon may be found,
And mercy may be sought,
My heart with inward horror shrinks
And trembles at the thought,
3 When Thou, O Lord! shall stand disclos'd In Majesty severe,
And sit in judgment on my soul,
O! how shall I appear!
4 But thou hast told the troubled soul
Which does her sins lament,
Of One who suffer'd unto death,
Her suff'rings to prevent.
5 Then never shall my soul despair
Her pardon to procure,
Who knows thy only Son has died
To make that pardon sure.
PSALM CXXX. Version 3. L. M.
1 From the dark borders of despair,
Earnest to thee, my God, I cry ;
O wilt thou pitying hear my pray'r,
And listen to my plaintive sigh!
2 Lord! who shall stand before thy face
If thou should'st strictly mark our faults?
Wert thou severe, what hope of grace
Could comfort my desponding thoughts?
3 But sov'reign mercy dwells with thee;
Hope, therefore, dawns amidst my fears;
Divine forgiveness, large and free,
I view, and stay my flowing tears.
4 On God alone my soul would wait,
His sacred word my hope and stay ;
His sacred word can light create,
And turn my gloomy night to day.
5 Let fainting Israel on the Lord
Ever, with cheerful hopes, recline;
For grace and mercy in his word
Written in lines of glory shine.
PSALM CXXXI.
1 Lord! if thou thy grace impart,
Poor in spirit, meek in heart,
I shall as my master be,
Rooted in humility.
2 Simple, teachable, and mild;
Humble as a little child;
Pleas'd with all the Lord provides,
Wean'd from all the world besides.
3 Father! fix my soul on Thee;
Every evil let me flee,
Nothing want below, above,
Happy, happy in thy love.
4 O! that all may seek and find
Every good in Jesus join'd:
Him let Israel still adore,
Trust him-praise him evermore!
1 Ye that obey th' immortal King,
Attend his holy place;
Bow to the glories of his power,
And bless his wond'rous grace.
2 Lift up your hands by morning light, And send your souls on high:
Raise your admiring thoughts by night
Above the starry sky.
3 The God of Zion cheers our hearts,
With beams of quick ning grace;
The God who spreads the heav'ns abroad,
And rules the swelling seas.
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
The God whom we adore,
Be Glory, as it was, is now,
And shall be evermore.
PSALM CXXXIV. Version 2.
1 Ye servants of God,
Whose diligent care
Is ever employ'd
In watching and
prayer;
With praises unceasing
Your Saviour proclaim,
Rejoicing, and blessing
His excellent name.
2 'Tis Jesus commands,
Come all to his house,
And lift up your hands,
And pay him your vows;
And whilst you are giving
Your Saviour his due,
The Lord out of heaven
Shall sanctify you.
1 To God, the mighty Lord,
Your joyful thanks repeat :
To him due praise afford,
As good as he is great!
For God will prove
Our constant friend;
His boundless love
Shall never end.
|