When gath'ring troops their wrath outpour'd, Their fury had our tribes devour'd. 2 Down we had sunk, and o'er our head The swelling floods their waves had spread; Down we had sunk:-but bless'd be God, 3 See, as the bird with sudden spring, 4 When woes, when dangers round us rise, Our help on God alone relies; To Him our liberty we owe, And own his strength against the foe, Whose hand thy centre fix'd, O earth! And gave th' enduring heav'ns their birth. PSALM CXXX. C. M. 1 WHEN, rising from the bed of death, I see my Maker face to face, 2 If now, while pardon may be found, My heart with inward horror shrinks, 3 When thou, O Lord, shalt stand disclos'd In majesty severe, And sit in judgment on my soul, 4 But Thou hast told the troubled soul, 5 Then never shall my soul despair Who knows thy only Son hath died PSALM CXXX. Second Version. S. M. 1 FROM lowest depths of woe To God I send my cry; 2 My soul with patience waits My hopes are on thy promise built, 3 Let Israel trust in God, The plenteous source and spring from Eternal succour flows. 4 Whose friendly streams to us Supplies in want convey; [whence A healing spring, a spring to cleanse, PSALM CXXX. Third Version. C. M. 1 O God! 'tis thine to spare and save; 2 We trust in Thee: in Thee, O Lord! 3 That mercy, Lord, to us extend: 4 Mercy, Good Lord! mercy we ask; For mercy, Lord! is all our suit; PSALM CXXXIII. C. M. 1 How great the joy, how blest the sight, When brethren friendly prove; Whose hearts in bonds of peace unite, And glow with mutual love! 2 'Tis like the precious ointment, pour'd On Aaron's sacred head, Which from his beard, down to the skirts Of his rich garments spread. 3 Refreshing 'tis, as morning dews Or Zion's mount and hallow'd fields; PSALM CXXXVI. L. M. 1 GIVE to our God immortal praise: 2 He built the earth, He spread the sky, 3 He fills the sun with morning light, He bids the moon direct the night: His mercies ever shall endure, When sun and moon shall shine no more. 4 He sent his Son with pow'r to save 5 Thro' this vain world he guides our feet, www PSALM CXXXVI. Second Version. 1 To God, the mighty Lord, Our constant friend; Shall never end. 2 To Him whose wond'rous pow'r 3 By his Almighty hand Amazing works are wrought; |