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Thy glory spreads beyond the sky,
And all my praise exceeds.
And oft endur'd the grief;
Thy grace was my relief.
Thy sov'reign pow'r to save :
Securely to the grave.
My flesh shall be thy care :
The kingdom of Christ.
The known and unknown worlds obey,
Extend his pow'r, exalt his throne.
All heav'n submits to his commands;
And pride and rage prevail no more.
And treads th' oppressor in the dust;
'Till hours, and years, and time be past.
So shall he send his influence down :
grace on fainting souls distils,
The shades of overspreading death;
Revive at his first dawning light,
And deserts blossom at the sight.
Drest in the robes of joy and praise :
PSALM 72. Second Part. L. M.
The kingdom of Christ among the Gentiles.
Does his successive journies run;
'Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 2 For him shall endless pray’r be made,
And praises circle round his head :
With ev'ry morning sacrifice.
Dwell on his love with sweetest song ;
Their early blessings on his name.
The pris’ner leaps to lose his chains ;
And all the sons of want are blest.
Death and the curse are known no more :
More blessings, than their father lost. 6 Let ev'ry creature rise and bring,
Peculiar honours to our King:
i THE mendiess years shall run ;
PSALM 72. Third Part. C. M.
The glory of Christ.
And lasting as the sun. 2 In him the nations of the world
Shall be completely blest; And his imputed righteousness
By ev'ry tongue confess’d. 3 Then bless'd be God, the mighty Lord,
The God whom Israel fears; Who only wondrous in his works,
Beyond compare appears.
For ever bless his name;
First Part. S. M.
Nor is religion vain :
And men of grace complain. 2 I saw the wicked rise,
And felt my heart repine ;
In robes of honour shine.
Their flesh looks full and fair; Their wealth rolls in like flowing seas,
And grows without their care. 4 Free from the plagues and pains,
That pious souls endure;
Thro' all their life oppression reigns,
And racks the humble poor.
The everlasting God:
And spreads their lies abroad.
Indulg'd my doubts to rise; Is there a God that sees or hears
“ The things below the skies?” 7 The tumults of my thought
Held me in hard suspense;
To learn thy justice thence.
Did my mistake amend;
But here I learn'd their end.
The thoughtless wretches go; And, O that dreadful fiery deep,
That waits their fall below! 10 Lord, at thy feet I bow,
My thoughts no more repine ;
And all my pow'rs are thine.
God our portion here and hereafter.
, My help for ever near ; Thine arm of mercy held me up,
When sinking in despair. 2 Thy, counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet,
Thro' this dark wilderness;
Thy hand conduct me near thy seat,
To dwell before thy face. 3 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.
And flesh and heart should faint;
The strength of ev'ry saint.
Far from thy presence, die :
Can save them when they cry.
Shall be my sweet employ ;
PSALM 75. First Part. C. M.
The church pleading under sore persecution.
His wrath for ever smoke
His little chosen flock ?
With their Redeemer's blood;
Where once thy glory stood.
Aloud our ruin calls :
Is made within thy walls. 4 Where once thy churches pray'd and sang
Thy foes profanely roar: