2 Thy justice, like the hills, remains; 3 Since of thy goodness all partake, With what assurance should the just Thy shelt'ring wings their refuge make, And saints to thy protection trust. 4 Such guests shall to thy courts be led To banquet on thy love's repast; And drink, as from a fountain-head, Of joys that shall for ever last. 5 With thee the springs of life remain; Thy presence is eternal day; O let thy saints thy favour gain; To upright hearts thy truth display. 32. 1 L PSALM XXXIX. C. M. A Funeral Psalm. ORD, let me know my term of days, The num'rous train of ills disclose, 2 My life, thou know'st, is but a span, And ev'ry man, in best estate, 3 Lord, hear my cry, accept my tears, 4 O spare me yet a little time, 33. 1 GOD OD took me from the dismal pit, When founder'd deep in miry clay; On solid ground he plac'd my feet, And suffer'd not my steps to stray. 2 The wonders he for me has wrought, Shall fill my mouth with songs of praise; And others, to his worship brought, To hopes of like deliv'rance raise. 3. Who can the wond'rous works recount, Which thou, O God, for us hast wrought! The treasures of thy love surmount The power of numbers, speech, and thought. 4 I've learnt, that thou hast not desir'd Off'rings and sacrifice alone; Nor blood of guiltless beasts requir'd 5 I therefore come-come to fulfil The oracles thy books impart : "Tis my delight to do thy will; Thy law is written in my heart. 1 34. PSALM XL. L. M. When a Sick Person is prayed for. LORD, to my relief draw near, For never was more pressing need ; In my deliv'rance, Lord, appear, Oh! graciously appear with speed. 2 All those who humbly seek thy face, To joyful triumphs shall be rais'd; And all who prize thy saving grace With me resound, The Lord be prais'd. 3 Thus, wretched though I am and poor, Of me th' Almighty Lord takes care; Thou, God, who only can'st restore, To my relief with speed repair. 35. 1 HAPPY the man whose tender care When troubles compass him around The Lord will easy make his bed, 3 Secure of this, to thee, my God, And thou vouchsaf'st to set me still 5 Let therefore Israel's Lord and God 1 be bless'd; And all the people's glad applause 36. A S pants the hart for cooling streams, 2 For thee, my God, the living God, O when shall I behold thy face, 3 I sigh whene'er my musing thoughts When I with troops of pious friends E 4 Why restless, why cast down, my soul? His aid for thee, and change these sighs 5 Oh! when thy presence, Lord of life, To thee I'll midnight anthems sing, 37. PSALM XLV. C. M. For Christmas Day. 1WHILE I the King's loud praise rehearse, Indited by my heart, My tongue is like the pen of him 2 How matchless is thy form, O King! 3 Ride on in state, and still protect 4 How sharp thy weapons are to them Down, down they fall, while through their heart The feather'd arrow flies. |