While sharp reproaches wound my ears, Nor give my spirit rést. And tears are my repast ; Unpleasant to my taste. 8 Sense can afford no real joy To souls that feel thy frown ; Thy hand hath cast me down. "And life's declining light That vanish into night. O my eternal God ! And spread thy works abroad. Nor will my Lord delay That long expected day. 12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry; And by mysterious ways And fills their tongues with praise. Prayer heard, and the church revived. | : Behold the promis'd hour ! Her God hath heard her mourning voice, And comes t'exalt his pow'r. 2 Her dust and ruins, that remain, Are precious in our eyes ; Those ruins shall be built again, And all that dust shall rise. And stand in glory there : And kings attend with fear. With pity in his eyes ; And sees their sighs arise. 5 He frees the souls condemn'd to death ; And when his saints complain, “ Was ever spent in vain.” 6 This shall be known when we are dead, And left on long record ; PSALM 102. Third Part. L. M. T is the Lord our Saviour's hand TIT Weakens our strength amid the race: Disease and death, at his command, Arrest us and cut short our days. 2 Spare us, O Lord, aloud we pray, Nor let our sun go down at noon : And must thy children die so soon? 3 Yet in the midst of death and grief, This thought our sorrow shall assuage : “Our Father and our Saviour live : « Christ is the same thro' ev'ry age. 4 'Twas he, this earth's foundation laid; Heay'n is the building of his hand : This earth grows old, these heav'ns shall fade, And all be chang'd at his command. 5 The starry curtains of the sky, Like garments, shall be laid aside; Thy church for ever must abide. And on thy throne thy children reign: PSALM 103. First Part. S. M. Praise for spiritual and temporal mercies, BLESS the Lord, my soul! Let all within me join : And aid my tongue to bless his name, Whose favours are divine. 2 O bless the Lord, my soul ! Nor let his mercies lie And without praises die. 'Tis he relieves thy pain ; And makes thee young again. 4 He crowns thy life with love, When ransom'd from the grave; He, that redeem'd my soul from hell, Hath soy’reign pow'r to save. He gives the suff'rers rest; And justice for th’ opprest. He made by Moses known; But sent the world his truth and grace, By his beloved Son. Mercy in the midst of judgment. Y ' Whose mercies are so great ; Whose anger is so slow to rise, So ready to abate. And when his strokes are felt, His strokes are fewer than our crimes, And lighter than our guilt. Above the ground we tread ; grace And his forgiving love, Doth all our guilt remove. To those that fear his name, Is such, as tender parents feel : He knows our feeble frame. 6 He knows we are but dust, Scatter'd with ev'ry breath; His anger, like a rising wind, Can send us swift to death. Or like the morning flow'r : It withers in an hour. Te endless years endure : T ye And children's children ever find Thy words of promise sure. PSALM 103. Third Part. S. M. Bless the Lord his angels, and all his works. I THE Lord the sov'reign King, Hath fix'd his throne on high : And all beneath the sky. And swift to do his will ; ye hear, fulfil. The orders of their King, Join in the praise they sing. Thro' his vast kingdom show Shalt sing his praises too. PSALM 104. First Part. L. M: The glory of God in creation and providence. 1 MY Y soul, thy great Creator praise ; When cloth'd in his celestial rays, He in fuil majesty appears, And, like a robe, his glory wears. 2 The heav'ns are for his curtains spread, Th’ unfathom'd deep he makes his bed : On winged storms across the skies. 3 Angels, whom his own breath inspires, His ministers, are flaming fires ; |