God gracious to his people.
1 OUR souls shall magnify the Lord, And praise his holy name; For He hath set our feet on high, And put our foes to shame.
2 O Lord our God! we cried to Thee, And Thou didst hear our cry: Thou hast preserved our souls from hell, And brought salvation nigh.
3 Swift, as the twinkling of an eye, Thy wrath shall pass away;
Though darkness veil the evening sky, Yet bright shall dawn the day.
4 When cloth'd in sackcloth soft we lie, And great our guilt appears, Thy mercy turns our grief to joy, And quells our guilty fears.
5 Then join, ye saints, to praise his name, For praise to Him belongs; And, as his mercies endless are, Endless should be our songs.
PSALM 33.
(c. M. CARR'S LANE.)
The righteous exhorted to rejoice in God.
1 YE righteous, in the Lord rejoice : To Him your voices raise: For well the righteous it becomes To sing glad songs of praise.
2 Behold! the Lord on all his saints Looks down with pitying eyes: His mercy saves their souls from death, And every want supplies.
9 Our souls on God with patience wait: Our help and shield is He:
Thrice Holy Lord! our hearts rejoice, Because we trust in Thee.
4 The riches of thy mercy, Lord! Do Thou to us extend;
Since we, for all we want, or wish, On Thee alone depend.
The Christian exhorting to trust in God.
I THROUGH all the changing scenes of life, In trouble or in joy,
Still shall the praises of my God My heart and tongue employ. 2 Of his deliverance I will boast, Till all that are distress'd, From my example comfort take, And soothe their griefs to rest. 3 Oh! magnify the Lord with me, With me exalt his name;
When in distress to Him I call'd, He to my succour came.
4 Come, taste and see how great his love! Experience will decide,
How bless'd are they, and they alone, Who in his truth confide.
5 Oh! fear the Lord, all ye his saints, And know no other fear:
Make ye his service your delight, Your wants shall be his care.
PSALM 37.
(P. M. AMPTON.)
The prosperity of the wicked a snare.
1 THOUGH Wicked men grow rich and great, Yet let not their successful state Our anger or our envy raise ; For they far hence shall quickly pass, Cut down, like flowers, or tender
grass, Whose blooming beauty soon decays. 2 The thoughtless sinner I have seen, Like a young bay-tree, fresh and green, That spreads its vig'rous branches round; But he was gone, as quick as thought, And, though in every place I sought, No sign or track of him I found.
3 Observe the perfect man with care, And mark all such as upright are;
Their roughest days in peace shall end: While lo! the closing years of those, Who dare God's sacred will oppose, One common ruin shall attend.
PSALM 38.
(c. M. ST. MARY'S.)
Deprecating the wrath of God.
1 THY threatened wrath, O Lord! restrain, Though we deserve it all;
Nor on us let the dreadful storm Of thy just vengeance fall.
2 Fix'd deep within our inmost souls Thine arrows fast remain; Thy heavy hand's oppressive weight What sinner may sustain !
3 Our sins, which to a deluge swell, Our guilty heads o'erflow; And for our feeble strength to bear Too vast a burden grow.
4 Jesus! our Advocate with God! To Thee do we appeal;
Oh! hear the voice of our complaint, And all our sickness heal.
5 Forsake us not, O Lord our God! Nor far from us depart:
Make haste to our relief, O Thou! Who our salvation art.
PSALM 39.
(L. M. PANCRAs.)
The shortness and vanity of life.
1 ALMIGHTY maker of my frame! Teach me the measure of my days; To know how weak and frail I am, And spend the remnant to thy praise. 2 My days are shorter than a span ; A passing shade my life appears:
Frail at the best is dying man:
A cypher sums his utmost years. 3 His schemes of worldly bliss how vain! What fruitless cares distract his mind! He heaps up treasure, mix'd with pain, Then dies, and leaves his all behind. 4 Oh be a nobler portion mine, Which moth and rust can ne'er decay. Earth's fleeting treasures I resign, For joys which none can take
God the supporter and deliverer of the soul in temptation. 1 WHEN sin and Satan vex my soul, And floods of grief around me roll, Thy mercies, Lord! before mine In sweet memorial still shall rise.
2 Deeps to confederate deeps aloud
Have call'd; and from the bursting cloud The storms their licensed rage have shed, And heap'd the billows o'er my head;
3 Yet 'midst the storm, and 'midst the wave, Thy love some beams of comfort gave; Thy name by day employs my tongue, By night inspires my prayer and song. 4 Then why, my soul, with cares opprest? And whence the woes, that spoil thy rest? In all thy cares, in all thy woes,
On God thy steadfast hope repose.
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