3 Lo, my heart with studious care Ne'er shall my presumptuous hand, 4 Naught within me shalt thou find 5 PLEAS'D I see a pious band In my house attendant stand; And in holy worship join To their own great Lord and mine. 6 Lips to secret slander bred May my heaviest censure dread; 7 Men who make thy laws their care, 8 Thus shall sinners be represt, PSALM 102. The fifth penitential Psalm---Addressed to the Lord Christ. Heb. i. 10- 12. The prayer of faith for relief in distress. 1 WHEN I pour out my soul in prayer, To thy eternal throne of grace 2 O hide not thou thy glorious face Incline thine ear, and, when I call, 3 My days, just hast'ning to their end, 4 But thy eternal state, O Lord, The restoration of God's church anticipated. 6 The saints, who in thy mercy trust, They love her stones, they love her dust; 7 The name and glory of the Lord 8 He will regard his servants' cry, Our frail and transitory state contrasted with the unchangeableness and eternity of Jehovah. Heb. i. 10 --12. 9 GOD wastes our strength; and, ere our race be run, Cuts short our days; and, O our God, we cry "Take us not off, before our days be done." Thy years the lapse of age on age defy! 6 Of old thy hands the earth's foundations laid; Thy hands the heavens, that beauteous work, arrang'd. They all away shall pass, by age decay'd, Rent like a garment, as a vesture chang'd. 7 But THOU-thy years nor end nor number know; PSALM 103. Praise for the mercies of redemption. 1 MY soul, give laud unto the Lord, 2 Praise thou the ever gracious Lord, And suffer not his benefits To slip out of thy mind. 3 He gave thee pardon for thy faults, From all thy weak and frail disease, 4 He has redeem'd thy life from death, The great goodness and forbearance of God. 5 THE Lord abounds with tender love, 6 God will not always harshly chide, 8 As far as east retires from west, 9 10 12 To those that fear His Name, He knows we are but dust, Could send our souls to death. If the sharp blast sweep o'er the field, But thy compassions, Lord, To endless years endure: And children's children ever find Thy word of promise sure. Universal praise due to the God of the universe. 13 THE Lord in heaven has fix'd his throne; His angels, who excel in might; And his dread voice confess! 14 Bless him, all ye his hosts above, Bless him, all creatures of his word, VERSION II. 1 BLESS, O my soul, the living GOD; Call home thy thoughts that rove abroad; Let all the pow'rs within me join In work and worship so divine. 2 Bless, O my soul, the GOD of 3 'Twas he, my soul, that sent his Son 4 Our youth decay'd, his pow'r repairs; And fills our mouth with heav'nly food. 5 Let the whole earth his pow'r confess; Let the whole earth adore his grace; May all our pow'rs within us join, In work and worship so divine! VERSION III. 1 O MY soul, with all thy powers, Bless the Lord, His praise proclaim. He thy peace and pardon seals. |