5 To God eternal thanks be paid, My sure defence, my constant aid To God my grateful songs I'll raise, And, while I live, resound his praise. PSALM 43.
The desponding Christian encouraging himself. 1 O MY Soul! what means this sadness? Wherefore art thou thus cast down? Let thy grief be turn'd to gladness; Bid thy restless fears be gone:
Trust in his all-powerful name.
2 What though Satan's strong temptations Press around thee, day by day;
And thy sinful inclinations
Fill thee oft with sad dismay?
Look to Jesus ;
Thou shalt conquer through his blood. 3 Though ten thousand ills beset thee From without and from within, Jesus saith, "I'll ne'er forget thee; "But will save from death and sin:" He is faithful
To perform his promised word. 4 Though distresses now attend thee, And thou tread the thorny road, His right hand shall still defend thee; Soon He'll bring thee home to God: Therefore praise Him;
Praise thy great Redeemer's name!
PSALM 46.
(P. M. AMPTON.)
God, the refuge of the distressed.
1 GOD is our refuge in distress ; A present help when dangers press; In Him undaunted we'll confide, Though earth were from her centre tost, And mountains in the ocean lost,
Hurl'd downward by the roaring tide. 2 A gentler stream with gladness still The city of the Lord shall fill,
The royal seat of God most high; God dwells in Zion, whose fair towers Shall mock the assaults of earthly powers, While his Almighty aid is nigh. 3 In tumults, when the heathen raged, And kingdoms war against us waged, He thunder'd and dispers'd their powers; The Lord of Hosts conducts our arms, A tower of refuge in alarms,
Our fathers' Guardian God and ours. PSALM 51.
(L. M. PANCRAS.)
Confession of natural corruption.
1 LORD! we are vile, conceived in sin, And born unholy and unclean; Sprung from the head, whose guilty fall Corrupts the race and taints us all.
2 Thy law demands a perfect heart, But we're defiled in every part:
No outward forms can cleanse from sin, Its leprosy lies deep within.
3 The precious blood of Christ alone Hath power sufficient to atone, To make the Ethiopian white, And nature's darkness turn to light. 4 Wash out our guilt of crimson hue; Create our sinful hearts anew: The unhallow'd reign of sin efface, And save us by thy sovereign grace.
(L. M. PANCRAS.)
Confession of actual transgression.
1 O LORD! behold our deep distress, And now with speed some pity take! Our sins forgive, our guilt suppress, And spare us for thy mercy's sake. 2 Against Thee only have we sinn'd, And done much evil in thy sight, And if we should no mercy find, Yet were thy judgments just and right. 3 But, Lord! be gracious to our call: Thy wrath avert, our fears remove, Break down the separating wall, That parts the sinner from thy love. 4 Our great and numerous crimes, O God! With grief unfeign'd we now deplore: Oh! cleanse them in the Saviour's blood, And grant us grace to sin no more.
PSALM 57.
(L. M. RANDALL.)
Supplicating and praising God.
1 THY mercy, Lord! to us extend; On Thee alone our hopes depend: Thy sheltering wings around us cast, Till the rude storm be overpast.
2 Our heart, O God! our heart is fix'd; Our fears with holy joy are mix'd; And, with our hearts, our voice we raise To Thee in grateful songs of praise. 3 Thy praises, Lord! we will resound To all the listening nations round? Thy truth beyond the clouds extends; Thy love the highest heaven transcends. 4 Be Thou, O Lord! exalted high; And, as thy glory fills the sky, So let it be on earth display'd, Till Thou art here, as there, obey'd.
PSALM 65.
(L. M. MONTGOMERY.)
God the God of the seasons. 1 ETERNAL Source of every joy! Praise shall our hearts and lips employ, While in thy temple we appear, To crown Thee Sovereign of the year. 2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll, Thy hand supports and guides the whole; The day is taught by Thee to rise, The night by Thee to veil the skies.
3 The clouds, disposed at thy command, Their fatness drop through every land: Her various produce nature yields, And plenty smiles o'er all her fields. 4 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days, Demand successive songs of praise: Oh! be the grateful homage paid, With morning light and evening shade! 5 Here in thy house let incense rise, As circling Sabbaths bless our eyes; Till to those glorious realms we soar, Where days and years revolve no more.
PSALM 67. (S. M. BATH.)
For the light of God's countenance.
1 WITH mercy, God of grace! The sons of men behold; The heavenly brightness of thy face To all on earth unfold.
2 Thy holy will make known; Thy saving health reveal;
That all the world, thy statutes shewn, The song of praise may swell.
3 For when thy just command, And gentle sway they feel, Then every tongue in every land, "The song of praise shall swell."
4 Then earth in faith and love
Shall bring her full increase; And Thou shalt bless us from above, With thine eternal peace.
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