VHEN I pour out my soul in pray'r,
Do thou, O Lord, attend;
To thy eternal throne of grace
Let my sad cry ascend.
2 O hide not thou thy glorious face
In times of deep distress;
Incline thine ear, and when I call,
My sorrows soon redress.
3 My days, just hast'ning to their end,
Are like an ev ning shade;
My beauty does, like wither'd grass,
With waning lustre fade.
4 But thy eternal state, O Lord,
No length of time shall waste;
The mem'ry of thy wond'rous works
From age to age shall last.
HE name and glory of the Lord
All heathen kings shall fear;
When he shall Sion build again,
And in full state appear.
2 When he regards the poor's request,
Nor slights their earnest pray'r;
Our sons, for this recorded grace,
Shall his just praise declare.
3 For God, from his abode on high,
His gracious beams display'd:
The Lord from heaven, his lofty throne,
Has all the earth surveyed.
4 He listen'd to the captives' moans,
He heard their mournful cry,
And freed by his resistless pow'r
The wretches doom'd to die.
5 That they in Sion, where he dwells,
Might celebrate his fame,
And through the holy city sing
Loud praises to his name.
HE Lord abounds with tender love,
And unexampled acts of grace;
His waken'd wrath does slowly move,
His willing mercy flows apace.
2 God will not always harshly chide,
But with his anger quickly part;
And loves his punishments to guide
More by his love than our desert.
3 As high as heav'n its arch extends
Above this little spot of clay,
So much his boundless love transcends
The small respects that we can pay.
4 As far as 'tis from east to west,
So far has he our sins remov'd,
Who with a father's tender breast
Has such as fear'd him always lov'd.
5 Let ev'ry creature jointly bless
The mighty Lord: and thou, my heart,
With grateful joy thy thanks express,
And in this concert bear thy part.
RENDER thanks, and bless the Lord;
Invoke his sacred name;
Acquaint the nations with his deeds,
His matchless deeds proclaim.
2 Sing to his praise, in lofty hymns
His wond'rous works rehearse;
Make them the theme of your
And subject of your verse.
3 Rejoice in his almighty name, Alone to be ador'd;
And let their heart o'erflow with joy
That humbly seek the Lord.
4 Seek ye the Lord, his saving strength
Devoutly still implore;
And, where he's ever present, seek
His face for evermore.
PSALM CVII.
For an Unfruitful Harvest.
FRUITFUL land, where streams abound,
God's just revenge, if people sin,
Will turn to dry and barren ground,
To punish those that dwell therein.
2 The parch'd and desert heath he makes
To flow with streams and springing wells,
Which for his lot the hungry takes,
And in strong cities safely dwells.
3 He sows the field, the vineyard plants,
Which gratefully his toil repay;
Nor can, whilst God his blessing grants,
His fruitful seed or stock decay.
4 But when his sins Heav'n's wrath provoke,
His health and substance fade away;
He feel's th' oppressor's galling yoke,
And is of grief the wretched prey.
5 Then sinners shall have nought to say,
The just a grateful joy shall shew;
The wise these strange events shall weigh,
And thence God's goodness fully know.
The triumphs of his name record;
His sacred name for ever bless.
4 As far as 'tis from east to west,
So far has he our sins remov'd,
Who with a father's tender breast
Has such as fear'd him always lov'd.
5 Let ev'ry creature jointly bless
The mighty Lord: and thou, my heart, With grateful joy thy thanks express, And in this concert bear thy part.
RENDER thanks, and bless the Lord;
Invoke his sacred name;
Acquaint the nations with his deeds,
His matchless deeds proclaim.
2 Sing to his praise, in lofty hymns
His wond'rous works rehearse;
Make them the theme of your discourse,
And subject of your verse,
3 Rejoice in his almighty name,
Alone to be ador'd;
And let their heart o'erflow with joy
That humbly seek the Lord.
4 Seek ye the Lord, his saving strength
Devoutly still implore;
here he's ever present, seek
face for evermore.
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