« ForrigeFortsett »
These hands let useful skill forsake,
This voice in silence die. 4 If e'er my heart forget
Her welfare, or her woe, Let ev'ry joy this heart forsake,
And ev'ry grief o'erflow. 5 For her my tears shall fall ;
For her my prayers ascend; To her my cares and toils be giv'n,
Till toils and cares shall end. 6 Beyond my highest joy
I prize her heay’nly ways;
Her hymns of love and praise. 7 Jesus, thou Friend divine,
Our Saviour, and our King, Thy hand from ev'ry snare and foe
Shall great deliv'rance bring. 8 Sure as thy truth shall last,
To Zion shall be giv'n
PSALM 138. L. M.
Restoring and preserving grace. 1 'ITH all my pow'rs of heart and tongue,
I'll praise my Maker in my song: Angels shall hear the notes I raise,
Approve the song, and join the praise.
Shall witness my devotion there ;
To thy fair temple in the skies.
I'll sing the wonders of thy word ;
Not all thy works and names below
And strength diffus'd thro' all my soul. $ The God of heav'n maintains his state,
Frowns on the proud, and scorns the great ;
The sons of humble poverty.
Upheld and guarded by thy hand :
To save from sorrows and from sins :
PSALM 139. First Part. L. M.
My rising up and lying down: [known
Known long before conceiv'd by me. 2 Thine eye my bed and path surveys,
My public haunts and private ways;
On ev'ry side I find thy hand :
Where, Lord, could I thy influ’nce shun?
Or whither from thy presence run? 5. If up to heav'n I take my flight,
'Tis there thou dwell'st enthron’d in light; If down to hells infernal plains,
'Tis there almighty vengeance reigns. 8 If I the morning wings could gain,
And fly beyond the western main,
And there arrest thy fugitive.
Beneath the sable wings of night;
Would kindle darkness into day. 8 The veil of night is no disguise,
No screen from thy all-searching eyes; Thro' midnight shades thou find'st thy way,
As in the blazing noon of day. 9 “O may these thoughts possess my breast,
“ Where'er I rove, where'er I rest!
PSALM 139. Second Part. C. M.
The wisdom of God in the formation of man. 1 THEN I with pleasing wonder stand,
And all my
Thus built my humble clay.
Where unborn nature grew : Thy wisdom all my features trac’d,
And all my members drew. 3. Thine eye with nicest care survey'd
The growth of every part ;
WHAnd all my frame survey ;
Till the whole scheme, thy thoughts had laid,
Was copied by thine art. 4 Heav'n, earth, and sea, and fire, and wind,
Show me thy wondrous skill; But I review myself, and find
Diviner wonders still. 5 Thine awful glories round me shine,
My flesh proclaims thy praise ; Lord, to thy works of nature join Thy miracles of grace.
PSALM 139. Third Part. C. M.
To equal numbers rise.
The product of thy skill;
Thy thoughts of love reveal.
How kind, how dear to me!
When impious men transgress thy will !
Take thy tremendous name in vain. 2 Does not my soul detest and hate
The sons of malice and deceit?
3 Lord, search my soul, try ev'ry thought :
Tho' my own heart accuse me not
Do I indulge some unknown sin ?
PSALM 140. S. M.
Y God, while impious men,
With malice in their heart,
Thy guardian grace impart.
And with a serpent's tongue,
And make my name their song
My footsteps to betray ;
Beside my peaceful way.
humble Their fondest hope destroy ; Their arts confound, their plots disclose,
And blast their envious joy.
The mischiefs they devise ;
Their slanders, and their lies.
As pits receive their slain ;
And never rise again.