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The God, who bade his mercy flow,
In wrath withdraws his blessing now.
Its quick’ning, saving influ’nce gone :
Nor see their awful danger near.
Thy Spirit sheds his healing pow'rs:
And all is barrenness, and death.
On thee our hope shall safely rest :
Array'd to set his Israel free.
To crush his foes, and seal their doom ;
Her pomp, her idols, pow'r and trust.
The matchless glories of their King ;
Love to the church.
The house of thine abode ;
With his own precious blood.
Her walls before thee stand,
graven on thy hand.
My voice, or hands deny,
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 heav'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 WITH 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
So much thy. pow'r and glory show.
soul. 5 The God of heav'n maintains his state,
Frowns on the proud, and scorns the great ; But from his throne descends, to see
The sons of humble poverty.
To save from sorrows and from sins :
PSALM 139. First Part. L. M.
The omniscience and omnipresence of God. 1
My rising up and lying down: [known My secret thoughts are known to thee,
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 :
THOU: Lord, by strictest search hast
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;
one piercing ray,
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.
And all my frame survey;
Thus built my humble clay.
Where unborn nature grew :
And all my members drew.
The growth of every part ;
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
My flesh proclaims thy praise ;
PSALM 139. Third Part. C. M.
They strike me with
To equal numbers rise.
The product of thy skill ;
Thy thoughts of love reveal.
How kind, how dear to me!
0 O! may the hour that ends my sleep
Y God, what inward grief I feel,
When impious men transgress thy will ! I mourn to hear their lips profane,
Take thy tremendous name in vain.
The sons of malice and deceit ?