TO heaven I made my mournful prayer,
To God address'd my humble moan;
Who graciously inclin'd his ear,
And heard me from his lofty throne.
He left the beauteous realms of light,
Whilst heaven bow'd down its awful head;
Beneath his feet substantial night
Was like a sable carpet spread.
God his resistless power employ'd,
My strongest foe's attempts to break;
Who else with ease had soon destroy'd
The weak defence that I could make.
Who then deserves to be ador'd,
But God, on whom my hopes depend?
Or who, except the mighty Loid,
Can with resistless power defend?
THE statutes of the Lord are just,
And bring sincere delight;
His pure commands in search of truth
Assist the feeblest sight.
Of more esteem than golden mines,
Or gold refin'd with skill;
More sweet than honey, or the drops
That from the comb distil.
My trusty counsellors they are,
And friendly warnings give;
Divine rewards attend on those
Who by thy precepts live.
But what frail man observes how oft
He does from virtue fall?
O cleanse me from my secret faults,
Thou God that know'st them all.
THE Lord to thy request attend,
And hear thee in distress;
The name of Jacob's God defend,
And grant thy arms success.
To thy salvation, Lord, for aid
We cheerfully repair ;
With banners in thy name display'd,
The Lord accept thy prayer.
Some trust in steeds for war design'd,
On chariots some rely;
Against them all we'll call to mind
The power of God most high.
Still save us, Lord, and still proceed
Our rightful cause to bless;
Hear, King of heaven, in times of need.
The prayers that we address.
THE king, O Lord, in songs of praise
Shall in thy strength rejoice;
With thy salvation crown'd, shall raise
To heaven his cheerful voice.
Thy sure defence through nations round
Has spread his glorious name;
And his successful actions crown'd
With majesty and fame.
Because the king on God alone
For timely aid relies,
His mercy still supports his throne,
And all his wants supplies.
Thou, Lord, thy wondrous strength disclose,
And thus exalt thy fame;
Whilst we glad songs of praise compose
To thy almighty name.
O GOD, my God, in
The voice of my complaint;
By day I shed the fruitless tear,
And in the night I faint.
Our fathers trusted in the Lord,
He to their rescue came;
Art thou not faithful to thy word?
Is not thy love the same?
They trusted, and were help'd, but I
Have none to soothe my pain;
The scorners as they pass me, cry,
"He trusts his God in vain."
O Lord, my strength, go not away,
Still keep me with thy love;
And raise me, at the last great day,
To sing thy praise above.
THE Lord himself, the mighty Lord,
Vouchsafes to be my guide;
The Shepherd, by whose constant care
My wants are all supplied.
In tender grass he makes me feed,
And gently there repose;
Then leads me to cool fountains, where
Refreshing water flows.
His love reclaims my wand'ring soul,
And, to his endless praise,
Guides me with humble zeal to walk
In his most righteous ways.
pass the gloomy vale of death,
From fear and danger free;
For there his aiding rod and staff
Defend and comfort me.
LIFT up your heads, eternal gates ;
Unfold to entertain
The King of Glory: see, he comes,
With his celestial train!
Who is the King of Glory, who?
The Lord for strength renown'd;
In battle mighty, o'er his foes
Eternal Victor crown'd.
Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates,
In state to entertain
The King of Glory: lo! he comes,
With all his ransom'd train.
Who is the King of Glory, who?
The Lord of Hosts renown'd;
Triumphant over sin and death,
Eternal Victor crown'd.
MOUNT EPHRAIM.
TO God, in whom I trust,
I lift my heart and voice;
O let me not be put to shame,
Nor let my foes rejoice.
To me the truth impart,
And lead me in thy way;
For thou alone canst bring me help;
On thee I wait all day.
Thy mercies and thy love,
O Lord, recall to mind;
And graciously continue still,
As thou wert ever, kind.
Let all my youthful sins
Be blotted out by thee;
And, for thy wondrous goodness sake,
In mercy think on me.
TRY me, O Lord; thy searching eyes
My deeds and thoughts have known;
On thee my trembling soul relies,
Secure in thee alone.
O search me still; my heart and reins
With strictest view survey;
And as thy love my hope sustains,
Thy truth shall guide my way.
Lord, where thine honour dwells, have I
With joyful footsteps trod;
My soul delights to feel thee nigh,
And rest upon my God.
O LORD, our guard, our light, our way;
What dangers shall our souls dismay!
God of our life! whom need we fear,
When foes assault, if thou art near?
One wish, with holy transport warm,
Our hearts have form'd, and yet shall form;
One thing we ask ;-to spend our days
In Sion's courts, with prayer and praise.
Though every earthly friend depart,
And love forsake a parent's heart,
The Lord, on whom our hopes depend,
Will prove a father and a friend.
Ye trembling saints! in every strait
On God with sacred courage wait:
His grace will life and strength afford :
O wait then daily in the Lord.
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