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While sharp reproaches wound my ears,

Nor give my spirit rest.
7 My cup is mingled with my woeś, ,

And tears are my repast ;
My daily bread like ashes grows

Unpleasant to my taste. 8 Sense can afford no real joy

To souls that feel thy frown;
Lord, 'twas thy hand advanc'd me high ;

Thy hand hath cast me down.
9 My looks like wither'd leaves appear ;

And life's declining light
Grows faint, as ev'ning shadows arè,

That vanish into night.
20 But thou for ever art the same,

O my eternal God !
Ages to come shall know thy name;

And spread thy works abroad.
11 Thou wilt arise and show thy face ;

Nor will my Lord delay
Beyond the appointed hour of grace,

That long expected day. 12 He, hears his saints, he knows their cry;

And by mysterious ways
Redeems the pris’ners doom'd to die,

And fills their tongues with praise.
PSALM 102. Second Part. C. M.

Prayer heard, and the church revived.
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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.
3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem,

And stand in glory there :
Nations shall bow before his name,

And kings attend with fear.
4 He sits a sov’reign on his throne,

With pity in his eyes ;
He hears the dying pris'ners' groan,

And sees their sighs arise. 5 He frees the souls condemn'd to death ;

And when his saints complain,
It shan't be said, “ That praying breath

, “ Was ever spent in vain. 6 This shall be known when we are dead,

And left on long record ;
That ages yet unborn may read,

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And trust, and praise the Lord.

PSALM 102. Third Part. L. M.
The saints die, but Christ and the church live.
T is the Lord our Saviour's hand

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 :
Thy years are one eternal day ;

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 :

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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;
But still thy throne stands firm and high;

Thy church for ever must abide.
6 Before thy face thy church shall live,

And on thy throne thy children reign :
This dying world shall they survive,
And the dead saints be rais'd again.

PSALM 103. First Part. S. M.

Praise for spiritual and temporal mercies.
I

BLESS the Lord, my

Let all within me join :
And aid my tongue to bless his name,

Whose favours are divine.
2 O bless the Lord, my soul !

Nor let his mercies lie
Forgotten in unthankfulness,

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;
The Lord hath judgments for the proud,

And justice for th’ opprest.
6 His wondrous works and ways

He made by Moses known;

fal But sent the world his truth and grace,

By his beloved Son.
PSALM 103. Second Part. . S. M.

Mercy in the midst of judgment.
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MY

Y soul, repeat his praise,

Whose mercies are so great ;
Whose anger is so slow to rise,

So ready to abate.
2 God will not always chide :

And when his strokes are felt,
His strokes are fewer than our crimes,

And lighter than our guilt.
3. High as the heav'ns are rais'd

Above the ground we tread ;
So far the riches

of his grace
Our highest thoughts exceed.
4 His pow'r subdues our sins :

And his forgiving love,
Far as the east is from the west,

Doth all our guilt remove.
5 The pity of the Lord,

To those that fear his name,
Is such, as tender parents feel :

He knows our feeble frame.
6 He knows we are but dust,

Scatter'd with ev'ry breath; anger,

like

a rising wind,
Can send us swift to death.
7 Our days are as the grass,

Or like the morning flow'r:
If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field,

It withers in an hour.
8 But thy compassions, Lord,

To endless years endure:

His

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,
2 Ye angels, great in might,

And swift to do his will ;
Bless ye the Lord, whose voice ye hear,

Whose pleasure ye fulfil.
3 Let the bright hosts who wait

The orders of their King,
And guard his churches when they pray,

Join in the praise they sing.
4 While all his wondrous works

Thro' his vast kingdom show
Their Maker's glory; thou, my soul;

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:
Clouds are his chariots, when he flies

On winged storms across the skies. 3 Angels, whom his own breath inspires,

His ministers, are flaming fires ;
And swift, as thought, their armies moye
To bear his vengeance, or his love,

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