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PSALM 52. Second Part. L. M.
The experience of the Lord's people in his house. 1 WORD in season, spoke with pow'r,
I've often heard within these walls; But none surpassing, what this hour
Attends the precious gospel calls. 2 When Christ unveils his lovely face, And
grace is largely giv'n; A glory shines, which makes this place
The house of God, the gate of heav'n. 3 Here, in thy courts, let me be seen,
Growing in faith, and hope, and love;
And rip’ning for the world above. 4 Here will I view thy glory, Lord,
And songs for all thy goodness raise :
The heay'ns and earth this truth con
Yet this, the atheist fool denies,
And dares his impious thoughts express. 2 The Lord, from his celestial tow'r,
Look'd down, the sons of men to view;
If any truth and justice knew.
All, in their hearts, were atheists grown:
4 O wretched state ! how fall'n are nien!
How guilty, helpless, lost, and dead !
Their hope is gone, their peace is fled. . 5 To such, the Lord his gospel sends ;
For these, a Saviour he appoints ;
Deliverance from persecution.
Who thus devour her saints ?
And pities her complaints ? 2 They shall be seiz'd with sad surprise :
For God's avenging arm
To do his children harm.
Of armies in array :
They fall an easy prey.
Her captives to restore !
PSALM 51. P. M.
Prayer for deliverance from enemies. 1 M.
Y God, preserve my soul ;
O make my spirit whole :
And bring thy great salvation near.
2 Those that against me rise Are aliens from the skies:
They hate thy church and kingdom, Lord ! They mock thy fearful name : They glory in their shame,
Nor heed the wonders of thy word.
The men, that still my soul sustain:
And snatch them from eternal pain,
To praise thy name with those I love :
PSALM 55. First Part. C. M.
Support for the afflicted and tempted soul.
Behold my flowing tears :
And triumph in my fears. .
My soul with guilt they load ;
To shake my hope in God. 3 With inward pain my heart-strings sound,
I groan with ev'ry breath : Horror and fear beset me round,
Among the shades of death. 4 O! were I like a feather'd dove; Soon would I stretch my wings;
And fly, and make a long remove
From all these restless things. 5 Let me to some wild desert go,
And find a peaceful home ; Where storms of malice never blow,
Temptations never come.
To 'scape the rage of hell !
I'll spend my daily breath.
When morning brings the light:
And pay my vows at night.
eternal God !
And no sad changes feel ;
Nor learn to do thy will.
Will lean upon the Lord : I'll cast my burdens on his arm,
And rest upon his word. 6 His arm shall well sustain
The children of his love ;
The ground on which their safety stands,
No earthly pow'r can move.
Deliverance from oppression. 1 THOU whose justice reigns on high,
And makes th’ oppressor cease ; Behold! how envious sinners try
To vex and break my peace. 2 The sons of violence and lies
Join to devour me, Lord; But as my hourly dangers rise,
My refuge is thy word.
I have repos'd my trust;
The offspring of the dust.
Charge me with unknown faults : Mischief doth all their counsels fill,
And malice all their thoughts.
Must their devices stand ?
God's care of his people.
Their groans affect his ears : Thou hast a book for my complaints,
A bottle for my tears.
The wicked fear and flee;'