4 Yet fee, thine Hands a Standard rear; PSALM LXI. Metre i. W X7HEN o'erwhelm'd with Grief, Helpless and far from all Relief, O lead me to the Rock That's high above my Head'; Within thy Prefence, LORD, For ever I'll abide; Thou art the Tow'R of my Defence, Thou giveft me the Lot PSALM LXI. Metre ii. PPRESS'D with Grief, in Exile loft, My Voice, eternal GOD, I fend; O hear my Plaint; my Pray'r attend. 2 High on the Rock my Fortress rear; 3 Thee, LORD, I feek, whene'er my Foes And own Thee, in the dang'rous Hour, 4 Remote from Fear, within thy Shrine 5 Thus fhall thy Love awake my Song, M Y Spirit looks to God alone; In all my Fears, in all my Straits, 2 Truft Him, ye Saints, in all your Ways, 3 Falfe are the Men of high Degree, Laid in the Balance, both appear 4 Make not increafing Gold your Truft, Nor fet your Hearts on glitt'ring Duft; Why will you grafp the fleeting Smoke, And not believe what God hath spoke 5 Once hath his awful Voice declar'd, Once and again my Ears have heard, "All Pow'r is his eternal Due; "He must be fear'd and trufted too." 6 For fov'reign Pow'r reigns not alone,. PSALM LXIII. Metre i.. MY GOD, permit my Tongue This Joy, to call Thee mine;, And let my early Cries prevail To tafte thy Love divine. 2 My thirsty, fainting Soul 3 4 Thy Mercy doth implore; Within thy Churches, LORD, Thy Pow'r and Glory to behold,, For Life without thy Love, No Joy can be compar'd with this, 5 6 7 To Thee I'll lift my Hands, And praise Thee while I live: Not the rich Dainties of a Feaft Such Food or Pleasure give. In wakeful Hours of Night, I think how wife thy Counfels are, Since Thou haft been my Help, And on thy watchful Providence 8 The Shadow of thy Wings I follow where my FATHER leads, 'E PSALM LXIII. Metre ii. ARLY, my GOD, without Delay, My thirsty Spirit faints away, 2 So Pilgrims on the fcorching Sand, Long for a cooling Stream at hand, 3 I've feen thy Glory, and thy Pow'r 4 Not all the Bleflings of a Feaft $ Not Life itself, with all her Joys, 6 Thus, till my laft expiring Day, PSALM LXIII. Metre iii. REAT GOD, indulge my humble Claim, 2 Thou Great and Good, thou Juft and Wife, Thy Son, thy Servant bought with Blood. 3 With Heart and Eyes and lifted Hands, 4 With early Feet I love t' appear |