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While sharp reproaches wound my ears,
Nor give my spirit rest.
And tears are my repast ;
Unpleasant to my taste. 8 Sense can afford no real joy
To souls that feel thy frown;
Thy hand hath cast me down.
And life's declining light
That vanish into night.
O my eternal God !
And spread thy works abroad.
Nor will my Lord delay
That long expected day. 12 He, hears his saints, he knows their cry;
And by mysterious ways
And fills their tongues with praise.
Prayer heard, and the church revived.
Behold the promis'd hour ! Her God hath heard her mourning voice,
And comes t'exalt his.pow'r. 2 Her dust and ruins, that remain,
Are precious in our eyes ;
Those ruins shall be built again,
And all that dust shall rise.
And stand in glory there :
And kings attend with fear.
With pity in his eyes ;
And sees their sighs arise. 5 He frees the souls condemn'd to death ;
And when his saints complain,
, “ Was ever spent in vain. 6 This shall be known when we are dead,
And left on long record ;
PSALM 102. Third Part. L. M.
Weakens our strength amid the race: Disease and death, at his command,
Arrest us and cut short our days. 2 Spare us, O Lord, aloud we pray,
Nor let our sun go down at noon :
And must thy children die so soon? 3 Yet in the midst of death and grief,
This thought our sorrow shall assuage; "Our Father and our Saviour live :
Christ is the same thro' ev'ry age. 4 'Twas he, this earth's foundation laid ;
Heay'n is the building of his hand :
This earth grows old, these heav'ns shall fade,
And all be chang'd at his command. 5 The starry curtains of the sky,
Like garments, shall be laid aside;
Thy church for ever must abide.
And on thy throne thy children reign :
PSALM 103. First Part. S. M.
Praise for spiritual and temporal mercies.
BLESS the Lord, my
Let all within me join :
Whose favours are divine.
Nor let his mercies lie
And without praises die. 3 'Tis he forgives thy sins;
'Tis he relieves thy pain ; Tis he that heals thy sicknesses,
And makes thee young again. 4 He crowns thy life with love,
When ransom'd from the grave; He, that redeem'd my soul from hell,
Hath sov’reign pow'r to save. 5 He fills the poor with good,
He gives the suff'rers rest;
And justice for th’ opprest.
He made by Moses known;
fal But sent the world his truth and grace,
By his beloved Son.
Mercy in the midst of judgment.
Y soul, repeat his praise,
Whose mercies are so great ;
So ready to abate.
And when his strokes are felt,
And lighter than our guilt.
Above the ground we tread ;
of his grace
And his forgiving love,
Doth all our guilt remove.
To those that fear his name,
He knows our feeble frame.
Scatter'd with ev'ry breath; anger,
a rising wind,
Or like the morning flow'r:
It withers in an hour.
To endless years endure:
And children's children ever find
Thy words of promise sure.
PSALM 103. Third Part. S. M.
Bless the Lord his angels, and all his works. 1 THE
HE Lord the sov'reign King,
Hath fix'd his throne on high : O’er all the heav'nly world he rules,
And all beneath the sky,
And swift to do his will ;
Whose pleasure ye fulfil.
The orders of their King,
Join in the praise they sing.
Thro' his vast kingdom show
Shalt sing his praises too.
PSALM 104. First Part. L. M:
The glory of God in creation and providence: i MY
Y soul, thy great Creator praise ;
When cloth'd in his celestial rays, He in full majesty appears,
And, like a robe, his glory wears. 2 The heav'ns are for his curtains spread,
Th' unfathom'd deep he makes his bed:
On winged storms across the skies. 3 Angels, whom his own breath inspires,
His ministers, are flaming fires ;