While sharp reproaches wound my ears, 7 My cup is mingled with my woes, 8 Sense can afford no real joy To souls that feel thy frown; 9 My looks like wither'd leaves appear; Grows faint, as ev'ning shadows arè, 10 But thou for ever art the same, Ages to come shall know thy name, Beyond the appointed hour of grace, 12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry; And by mysterious ways Redeems the pris'ners doom'd to die, LET Zion and her sons rejoice: Her God hath heard her mourning voice, 2 Her dust and ruins, that remain, Are precious in our eyes; Those ruins shall be built again, 3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem, He hears the dying pris'ners' groan, 5 He frees the souls condemn'd to death; And when his saints complain, It shan't be said, "That praying breath "Was ever spent in vain.' 6 This shall be known when we are dead, And left on long record; That ages yet unborn may read, PSALM 102. Third Part. L. M. The saints die, but Christ and the church live. T is the Lord our Saviour's hand 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 : Thy years are one eternal day; 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; Heav'n is the building of his hand : This earth grows old, these heav'ns shall fade, 6 Before thy face thy church shall live, 1 PSALM 103. First Part S. M. And aid my tongue to bless his name, 2 O bless the Lord, my soul ! When ransom'd from the grave; 5 He fills the poor with good, His wondrous works and ways But sent the world his truth and grace, By his beloved Son. 1 PSALM 103. Second Part. S. M. M Y soul, repeat his praise, Whose anger is so slow to rise, 2 God will not always chide : And when his strokes are felt, His strokes are fewer than our crimes, And lighter than our guilt. 3 High as the heav'ns are rais'd Above the ground we tread; So far the riches of his grace Our highest thoughts exceed.. Far as the east is from the west, His He knows our feeble frame. 6. He knows we are but dust, Scatter'd with ev'ry breath; anger, like a rising wind, Can send us swift to death. 7 Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flow'r : If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, 8 But thy compassions, Lord, And children's children ever find 1 THE PSALM 103. Third Part. S. M. 2 Ye angels, great in might, And swift to do his will; 3 Let the bright hosts who wait 4 While all his wondrous works 1 PSALM 104. First Part. L. M The glory of God in creation and providence. Y soul, thy great Creator praise; When cloth'd in his celestial rays, He in full majesty appears, MY And, like a robe, his glory wears. 2 The heav'ns are for his curtains spread, Th' unfathom'd deep he makes his bed: Clouds are his chariots, when he flies On winged storms across the skies. 3 Angels, whom his own breath inspires, His ministers, are flaming fires; And swift, as thought, their armies moye |