HYMN-XXII. LORD, how thy chastisements impair As when the fretting moths consume The labour of the curious loom, The texture fails, the dyes decay, And all its lustre fades away. O spare me, Lord, awhile, O spare, And nature's ruin'd strength repair; Ere, life's short circuit wander'd o'er, 1 perish, and am seen no more. M HYMN XXIV. COME sing the great Jehovah's praise, O come, before his footstool fall! HYMN XXV. To thee, O Father of mankind, The poor and needy from the dust Then will I speak and sing that praise, And so declare the wond'rous ways HYMN XXVI. INFINITE POW'r, eternal Lord," With steady course thy shining sun Keeps his appointed way; And all the hours obedient run But, ah! how wide my spirits flies. 1 HYMN XXVII. O LORD, our God, our songs to thee Thy hand supports the drooping head; To all who pray, the Lord is near, |