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YE kings and judges of the earth,
Adore the God who gave you birth ;
Hear and maintain his sacred laws :
Your daily aim, his holy will,
As his vicegerents, to fulfil ;
Prompt to assert his righteous cause.
Ere long the mighty Judge shall come!}
Transgressors then shall hear their doom :
The just his mercy shall record.
Then, in that dreåd tremendous day,
Th' astonish'd world, convinc'd, shall say,
That God the righteous will reward.
ON thee I wait, 'tis on thy strength
For succour I depend ;
'Tis thou, O God, art my defence,
Who only canst defend.
Thy mercy, Lord, which has so oft
From danger set me free,
Shall crown my wishes, and subdue
My haughty foes to me.
Whilst early I thy mercy sing,
Thy wondrous pow'r confess;
For thou hast been my sure defence,
My refuge in distress.
To thee, with never-ceasing praise,
O God my strength, I'll sing :
Thou art my God, the rock from whence
My health and safety spring.
CHASTIS’D, O Lord, cast off by thee,
O grant us still thy face to see ;
And may the people, once thy care,
Again thy gracious presence share !
How trembles this divided land,
Beneath the terrors of thy hand !
O thou, the God whom we adore,
Compose its strifes, its peace restore.
Behold us, Lord, opprest with woe,
As exil'd from thy care we go ;
O let us yet thy mercy share,
And hear, O hear, our ceaseless prayer.
Our hope on man repos'd in vain,
O let thy strength, great God, sustain ;
And may we, on thine aid reclin’d,
In thee our firm protector find !
WHEN, overwhelm’d with grief,
My heart within me dies,
Helpless, and far from all reliet,
To heaven I lift mine eyes.
O lead me to the rock
That's high above my head,
And make the covert of thy wings
My shelter and my shade.
Within thy presence, Lord,
For ever I'll abide;
Thou art the tower of my defence,
The refuge where I hide.
Thou givest me the lot
Of those that fear thy name;
If endless life be their reward,
I shall possess the same.
L. M .
MY soul for help on God relies,
From him alone my safety flows?
My rock, my health, that strength supplies,
To bear the shock of all my foes.
God does his saving health dispense,
And flowing blessings daily send;
He is my fortress and defence,
On him my soul shall still depend.
For God has oft his will express’d,
And I this truth have fully known;
To be of boundless power possess'd
Belɔngs of right to God alone.
Though mercy is his darling grace,
In which he chiefly takes delight,
Yet will he all the human race
According to their works requite.
LXIII. ST. MARTIN's.
O GOD, my gracious God, to thee
My morning prayers shall offer'd be ;
For thee my thirsty soul doth pant :
My fainting flesh implores thy grace.
Within this dry and barren place,
Where I refreshing waters want.
O to my longing eyes once more
That view of glorious power restore,
Which thy majestic house displays !
Because to me thy wondrous love
Than life itself does dearer prove,
My lips shall always speak thy praise.
When down I lie, sweet sleep to find,
Thou, Lord, art present to my mind;
And when I wake in dead of night,
Because thou still dost succour bring
Beneath the shadow of thy wing,
I rest with safety and delight.
O LORD, unto my voice attend,
While at thy throne in prayer I bend;
Preserve my life when danger's near,
From every foe, from every fear.
Protect me from the secret snare,
When sin and death their arts prepare;
From powers of earth and hell combin'd
Let me in thee a refuge find.
When thou shalt bend thy dreadful bow,
And dart thy wrath on every foe,
The trembling world shall own thy rod,
And speak thy wondrous works, O God.
But glory shall adorn the just,
While in Jehovah's name they trust;
And cheerful songs their joy proclaim,
And love his word, and fear his name.
FOR thee, O God, our constant praise
In Sion waits, thy chosen seat;
Our promis'd altars there we'll raise,
And all our zealous vows complete.
O thou, who to my humble
Didst always bend thy list’ning ear,
To thee shall all mankind repair,
And at thy gracious throne appear.
Our sins, though numberless, in vain
To stop thy flowing mercy try;
Whilst thou o’erlook’st the guilty stain,
And washest out the crimson dye.
Blest is the man who, near thee plac'd,
Within thy sacred dwelling lives ;
Whilst we at humble distance taste
The vast delights thy temple gives.
O COME, all ye that fear the Lord,
Attend with heedful care ;
Whilst I what God for me has done
With grateful joy declare.
As I before his aid implor'd,
So now I praise his name ;
Who if my heart had harbour'd sin
Would all my pray’rs disclaim.
But God to me, whene'er I cried,
His gracious ear did bend ;
And to the voice of my request
With constant love attend.
Then bless'd for ever be my God,
Who never, when I pray,
Withholds his mercy from my soul,
Nor turns his face away.
TO bless thy chosen race
In mercy, Lord, incline ;
And cause the brightness of thy face
On all thy saints to shine.
That so thy wond'rous ways
May through the world be known,
Whilst distant lands their tribute pay,
And thy salvation own.
Let diff’ring nations join
To celebrate thy fame;
Let all the world, O Lord, combine
To praise thy glorious name.
O let them shout and sing
With joy and pious mirth,
For thou the righteous Judge and King
Shalt govern all the earth.