And let a wretch come near thy throne 3. My soul lies humbled in the dust, And owns thy fearful sentence just : 4. Then shall thy love inspire my tongue, Salvation shall be all my song; And all my powers shall join to bless LVII. FIFTY-SIXTH PSALM. Verse 9, &c. (By Dr. Watts.) 1. WHEN to thy throne I raise my cry, So swift is prayer to reach the sky, 2. In Thee most holy, just, and true, Nor Nor will I fear what man can do, 3. Thy solemn vows are on me, Lord, I'll think, how faithful is thy word, 4. Thou hast secured my soul from death; O set Thy prisoner free; That heart and hand and life and breath LVIII. SIXTY-THIRD PSALM. (By Dr. Watis.) 1. GREAT God, indulge my humble claim, Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest; The glories that compose thy name Stand all engaged to make me blest. 2. Thou great and good, thou just and wise; Thou art my Father and my God: And I am thine by sacred ties; Thy son, thy servant, bought with blood. 3. With heart, and eyes, and lifted hands, For thee I long, to thee I look ; As travellers in thirsty lands Pant for the cooling water-brook. 4. This life itself without thy love. No sense of pleasure could afford: 'Twould but a tiresome burden prove, If I were banish'd from my Lord. 5. I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice, While I have breath to pray or praise: This task shall make my heart rejoice, And cheer the remnant of my days. LIX. SECOND PART. 1. 'TWAS in the watches of the night 2. Still as I lay upon my bed, My soul arose on high; 'My God, my life, my hope," I said, 3. My spirit labours up the hill, 4. Thy mercy stretches o'er my head My heart rejoices in thine aid, LX. SIXTY-FIFTH PSALM. Verse 5 to 9. (By Dr. Watts.) 1. ON Thee the race of man depends, Far as the earth's remotest ends; Where the Creator's power is known By nature's feeble light alone. 2. The mariner upon the flood Pours forth his frighted prayer to God, When tempests rage and billows roar At dreadful distance from the shore. 3. He bids the noisy tempests cease: He calms the raging crowd to peace, When a tumultuous nation raves Wild as the winds, and loud as waves. 4. Behold! his ensigns sweep the sky: New comets blaze, and lightnings fly! The heathen lands, in mute surprize, From the bright horrors turn their eyes. LXI. SECOND PART. Verse 9, &c. 1. AT God's command the morning ray E |