Thy bliss let all who seek thee, share, And taught thy love, that love declare, In songs of ceaseless praise.
NOW, while hope sustains my frame,
Praises shall increasing flow;
I'll thy righteousness proclaim,
All thy truth and mercy show:
Thy salvation through the day,
On my thankful tongue shall dwell,
Who can all its grace display!
Heights, or depths, or numbers, tell!
O Jehovah, God most just!
In thy strength I'll still pursue,
In thy promis'd grace I trust,
While thy righteousness I view:
This shall fill my grateful song,
Lord, thy righteousness divine!
Never shall my thankful tongue,
Boast a righteousness but thine!
JESUS o'er all the earth shall reign,
His honors lasting as the sun;
Long as the moon shall wax or wane,
Or ages in succession run.
His grace shall spread sweet influence round,
As o'er the new mown grass the rains:
As the soft show'rs which bless the ground,
And drop in life o'er all the plains.
The righteous shall his favour know,
And rise to honours in his sight;
And peace in rich abundance flow
Long as the moon directs the night.
Jesus, thy pow'r, from sea to sea,
Shall govern to the utmost shore;
Euphrates' sons shall bow to thee,
And earth's remotest ends adore.
The heathen lands thy grace shall view,
And fill thy courts and crowd thy seat:
But vengeance shall thy foes subdue,
Prostrate in dust beneath thy feet.
PSALM LXXIII.
GOD, my supporter and my hope,
My help for ever near,
Thine arm of mercy
When sinking in despair.
Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet
Through this dark wilderness;
Thine hand conduct me near thy seat,
To dwell before thy face.
Were I in heav'n without my God,
'Twould be no joy to me;
And, while this earth is my abode,
I long for none but thee.
What if the springs of life were broke,
And flesh and heart should faint;
God is my soul's eternal rock,
The strength of ev'ry saint.
HEAR, mighty God, our deep complaints,
See how thy foes reproach thy saints,
And fools in mad'ning rage blaspheme,
And vent their malice on thy name.
Save, save the object of thy love,
Thine unprotected turtle dove
Forget not;-lest, with impious joy,
The world th' afflicted church destroy.
Regard, O God, thy cov'nant grace,
Earth is a dark and cruel place,
Where saints can find nor joy nor rest,
By all the pow'rs of hell opprest.
O save thy mourning church from shame,
Then shall the humble praise thy name;
Plead thine own cause; O God, arise,
Though fools thy pow'r and grace despise.
While men with threat'ning malice rage,
Let thy own church thy care engage:
The tumults of thy foes increase,
But thou canst still the storm to peace.
TO thee, eternal God, we raise
The tribute of repeated praise:
My lips thy wonders shall proclaim,
And spread the glories of thy name!
Jesus, Immanuel, David's Son,
Is seated on his Father's throne!
To his own care, his church consign'd,
His justice and his truth shall find.
Earth trembles to its utmost bound,
And guilt dissolves the nations round:
His arm alone, his people's hope,
Bears the world's mighty pillars up!
"Tis not from chance that honours flow,
Nor east nor west, nor south bestow,
God is the Judge:-his pow'r alone
Can humble or exalt the throne.
But Jesus, Zion's King alone,
Shall triumph on his heav'nly throne,
Shall break the rebels' horn of pow'r,
While saints on high his grace adore!
PSALM LXXVI.
THY glories, mighty God!
Alone our rev'rence claim:
Thy terrors spread abroad,
How awful is thy name!
Thine anger shown,
Thy judgments near,
Who dares appear
Before thy throne?
Thou vengeance didst command,
From heav'n the voice was heard:
See earth in silence stand;
For all the nations fear'd:
When God arose
To save his saints,
Hear their complaints,
And crush his foes.
Let man his anger raise,
With persecuting rage,
His wrath shall work thy praise,
The rest thy hands assuage:
Then still obey
Th' eternal King;
Your off'rings bring;
And vows repay.
Let all, who round his throne
With holy gifts draw near,
There lay their off'rings down,
Jehovah claims their fear:
Before his word,
The world shall bow, Thy terrors, Lord?
PSALM LXXVII.
IN all thy ways of pow'r and grace,
Great God! thy holiness we trace;
Who can compare his state with thee?
Thou, Lord, for mighty wonders known,
Oft to thy church thy strength hast shown,
And made th' astonish'd nations see.
Once did thine arm, with pow'r supreme,
The sons of Jacob's race redeem,
When mighty waters saw their God ;
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