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3 To heaven I made my mournful prayer,
To God addressed my humble moan, Who graciously inclined his ear,
And heard me from his lofty throne. 4 He left the beauteous realms of light,
Whilst heaven bowed down its awful head; Beneath his feet substantial night
Was, like a sable carpet, spread. 5 The chariot of the King of kings,
Which active troops of angels drew, On a strong tempest's rapid wings,
With most amazing swiftness flew. 6 Who, then, deserves to be adored,
But God, on whom my hopes depend? Or who, except the mighty Lord,
Can with resistless power defend ?
Not to ourselves, is glory due ; Eternal God, thou only just,
Thou only gracious, wise, and true. 2 The God we serve maintains his throne
Above the elouds, beyond the skies; Through all the earth his will is done;
He knows our groans, he hears our cries. 3 O Israel, make the Lord thy hope,
Thy help, thy refuge, and thy rest; The Lord shall build thy ruins up,
And bless the people and the priest.
4 The dead no more can speak thy praise ;
They dwell in silence and the grave; But we shall live to sing thy grace,
And tell the world thy power to save.
DODDRIDGE The Days of the Upright known to God. 1 TO thee, my God, my days are known;
My soul enjoys the thought;
Nor are my faults forgot.
2 Each secret breath devotion vents
Is vocal to thine ear;
Before thine eye appear.
3 The vacant hour, the active scene,
Thy mercy shall approve;
And every care of love.
Is gilded by thy rays;
A present God surveys.
5 Full in thy view through life I pass,
And in thy view I die ;
Shall find my God is nigh.
TATE & BRADY. God the Defence of the Just. Ps. 34. 1 THROUGH all the changing scenes of life,
In trouble and in joy,
My heart and tongue employ. 2 O, magnify the Lord with me, With me exalt his
He to my rescue came.
The dwellings of the just;
Who on his succor trust.
Experience will decide
Who in his truth confide.
Have nothing else to fear;
He'll make your wants his care.
Thy praise shall dwell upon my tongue; My soul shall glory in thy grace,
While saints rejoice to hear the song.
2 Come, magnify the Lord with me;
Come, let us all exalt his name;
Has not exposed my hope to shame. 3 I told him all my secret grief;
My secret groaning reached his ears; He gave my inward pains relief,
And calmed the tumult of my fears. 4 To him the poor lift up their eyes ;
Their faces feel the heavenly shine; A beam of mercy from the skies
Fills them with light and joy divine. 5 His holy angels pitch their tents
Around the men that serve the Lord : O, fear and love him, all his saints;
Taste of his grace, and trust his word.
WATTS. The Saints' Trial and Safety. Ps. 125. 1 UNSHAKEN as the sacred hill,
And firm as mountains be,
That leans, O Lord, on thee.
Old Salem's happy ground,
That every saint surround.
And lead them safely on
Where Christ their Lord is gone.
Watts. God's Control over the material and spiritual Worlds. 1 INFINITE Power, eternal Lord,
How sovereign is thy hand!
And moves at thy command.
Keeps his appointed way,
The circle of the day;
Perform thine awful will,
Thy great designs fulfil ; -
Nor thy commands obey,
Draw my best thoughts away. 5 Great God, create my soul anew;
Conform my heart to thine;
And take the mould divine.
CowPER. Grace and Providence. 1 ALMIGHTY King! whose wondrous hand
Supports the weight of sea and land;