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When gath'ring clouds around I view
When God is nigh, my faith is strong
When Israel by th' Almighty led
When I survey the wondrous cross
When languor and disease invade
When like a stranger on our sphere
When, O my Saviour, when shall I
When overwhelm'd with grief
When rising from the bed of death
When Sion's bondage God turn'd back
When sorrows vex,
and foes invade
When two or three with sweet accord
When we our wearied limbs to rest
When we pour out our souls in prayer
While thee I seek, protecting power
Who can describe the joys that rise
Who shall the Lord's elect condemn
Why hast thou cast us off, o God
With glory clad, with strength array'd
With holy reverence and joy
With my whole heart, my God and King
With one consent let all the earth
With pitying eyes the Prince of Grace
Ye boundless realms of joy
Ye kings aud judges of the earth
Ye saints and servants of the Lord
Yes! the Redeemer rose
Yes! 'tis a rough and thorny road
Yes, we trust the day is breaking
Ye worlds of light, that roll so near
178 Ps. 16 Ps. 114 H. 179 H. 180 H. 181 H. 182 Ps. 61 H. 183 Ps. 126 Ps. 70 Par. 65
102 H. 18+ Par. 66 Par.
67 Ps. 74 Ps. 93 Ps. 132
138 Ps. H.
HOW blest is he who ne'er consents
By ill advice to walk;
Nor stands in sinners' ways, nor sits
Where scorners love to talk :
But makes the perfect law of God
His study and delight; Devoutly reads therein by day,
And meditates by night.
Like some fair tree, which, fed by streams,
Its fruit in season bears,
His life shall prosper, and success
Attend his latest years.
For God approves the just man's ways;
To happiness they tend;
But all the paths that sinners tread
In sure destruction end.
THE great in counsel and in might
Their various forces bring ;
Against the Lord they all unite,
And his anointed King.
But God, who sits enthron’d on high,
And sees how they combine,
Does their conspiring strength defy,
And mocks their vain design.
Learn then, ye princes; and give ear,
Ye judges of the earth;
Worship the Lord with holy fear,
Rejoice with awful mirth.
If but in part his anger rise,
Who can endure the flame ?
Then blest are they whose hope relies
On his most holy Name.
O LORD, how many are my foes,
In this weak state of flesh and blood,
My peace they daily discompose,
my defence and hope is God
Tired with the burdens of the day,
To thee I rais'd an evening cry;
Thou heard'st when I began to pray,
And thine almighty help was nigh.
Supported by thine heavenly aid,
I laid me down, and slept secure;
Not death should make my heart afraid,
Though I should wake and rise no more.
But God sustain'd me all the night;
Salvation doth to God belong;
He rais'd my head to see the light,
And make his praise my morning song.
LORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray;
I am for ever thine :
I fear before thee all the day,
Nor would I dare to sin.
And while I rest my weary head
From care and business free,
'Tis sweet conversing on my bed
With my own heart and thee.
pay this evening sacrifice;
And when my work is done,
Great God, my faith and hope relies
Upon thy grace alone.
Thus with my thoughts compos’d to peace
I'll give mine eyes to sleep;
Thy hand in safety keeps my days,
And will my slumbers keep.
LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear
My voice ascending high;
To thee will I direct my prayer,
To thee lift up mine eye.
Thou art a God, before whose sight
The wicked shall not stand :
Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight,
Nor dwell at thy right hand.
But to thy house will I resort,
To taste thy mercies there :
I will frequent thine holy court,
And worship in thy fear.
O may thy Spirit guide my feet
In ways of righteousness;
Make ev'ry path of duty straight
And plain before my face.
LORD, I can suffer thy rebukes,
When thou with kindness dost chastise ;
But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear,
O let it not against me rise!
Pity my languishing estate,
And ease the sorrows that I feel :
The wounds thy heavy hand hath made,
Oh, let thy gentler touches heal!
I feel my flesh so near the grave,
My thoughts are tempted to despair,
But graves can never praise the Lord,
For all is dust and silence there.
Depart, ye tempters, from my soul,
And all despairing thoughts depart !
My God, who hears my humble moan,
Will ease my flesh, and cheer my heart.
.O THOU, the Holy and the Just,
My God, in whom I place my trust,
Deliver me from woe :
Preserve me with thy watchful care,
Nor leave my helpless soul to bear
The vengeance of the foe.
O let the cause of truth prevail ;
Let ev'ry evil project fail
That wicked men devise :
Thy wrath, O Lord, will fiercely burn
Against the souls that will not turn
From vanity and lies.
But thou, who searchest every heart,
Wilt never let thy love depart
From one who seeks thy face :
Thou art my help, and I will raise
To thee the voice of constant praise,
For thine unbounded grace.