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My God will bear my spirit up,
When Satan bids me die.
Ínto the miry pit :
When they supplant my feet.
my sin :
And beg support divine.
Prudence and seal.
“Now will I watch my tongue,
“Or do my neighbour wrong.
With men of lives profane;
Nor let my talk be vain.
The pious thoughts I feel;
That I can speak for God,
4 Yet if some proper
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The vanily of man as mortal.
Thou maker of my frame :
And learn how frail I am.
How short, how fleet our time! Man is but vanity and dust,
In all his flow'r and prime.
Like shadows o'er the plain
But all their noise is vain.
Some dig for golden ore;.
And straight are seen no more.
From creatures, earth and dust?
And disappoint our trust.
My fond desires recall :
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Nor dare dispute thy will.
They come at thy command :
I'll not attempt a murm'ring word,
Against thy chast’ning hand. 3 Yet I may plead with humble cries,
“Remove thy sharp rebukes :" My strength consumes, my spirit dies,
Thro’ thy repeated strokes. 4 Crush'd as a moth beneath thy hand,
We moulder to the dust :
And all our beauty's lost.
How soon the bubble's broke!
Are vanity and smoke.
As all my fathers were ;
When I the summons hear.
Before my last remove;
Deliverance from great distress. 1 WAITED patient for the Lord ;
He bow'd to hear my cry : He saw me resting on his word,
And brought salvation nigh. 2 He rais’d me from a horrid pit,
Where mourning long I lay ; And from my bonds releas'd my feet,
Deep bonds of miry clay. 3 Firm on a rock he made me stand ;
And taught my cheerful tongue
To praise the wonders of his hand,
In a new, thankful song. 4. I'll spread his works of grace abroad;
The saints with joy shall hear : And sinners learn to make my God
Their only hope and fear.
Thy mercies, Lord, how great!
Their numbers to repeat.
And light and peace depart,
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Redeemer comes !
The body, God prepares !
And his rich mercy show'd :
And spread his truth abroad.
He pitied sinners' cries ;
Was made a sacrifice.
Could wash the conscience clean;
Atones for all our sin.
And Satan's kingdom shook :
Thus by the woman's promis'd seed
Christ our sacrifice.
HE wonders, Lord, thy love has wrought,
Exceed our praise, surmount our thought; Should I attempt the long detail,
My speech would faint, my numbers fail. 2 No blood of beasts on altars spilt,
Can cleanse the souls of men from guilt ;
An all-sufficient sacrifice.
Complacent, smiles th' eternal Son ;
Himself, a ransom for our race.
With love and duty in his eyes)
“Of sins, and do thy will, my God.
Pleas’d, I assume a fleshly form, “ A-kin to man, that dying worm. 6 “ 'Tis written in thy great decree ;
“ Tis in thy book foretold of me; " I must fulfil the Saviour's part;
“ And lo! thy law is in my heart. 7 "I'll magnify thy holy law,
" And rebels to obedience draw;
" Or to my crown above the sky.
“What thou hast done, and what I do: