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My life is but a span,
Mine age is nought with Thee; Man, in his highest honor, man
Is dust and vanity.
Why art thou cast down, my soul?
A shadow even in health,
Disquieted with pride; Or, rack'd with care, he heaps up wealth,
Which unknown heirs divide.
What seek I now, O Lord ?
My hope is in thy name ; Blot out my sins from thy record,
Nor give me up to shame.
Dumb at thy feet I lie,
For thou hast brought me low : Remove thy judgments, lest I die ;
I faint beneath thy blow.
At thy rebuke, the bloom
Of man's vain beauty flies, And grief shall, like a moth, consume
All that delights our eyes.
No. 2 HEARKEN, Lord, to my complaints, For my soul within me faints; Thee, far off, I call to mind, In the land I left behind, Where the streams of Jordan flow, Where the heights of Hermon glow. Tempest-tost, my failing bark Founders on the ocean dark; Deep to deep around me calls, With the rush of water-falls ; While I plunge to lower caves, Overwhelm'd by all thy waves. Once the morning's earliest light Brought thy mercy to my sight, And my wakeful song was heard Later than the evening bird ; Hast thou all my prayers forgot? Dost Thou scorn, or hear them not? Why, my soul, art thou perplex'd ? Why with faithless trouble vex'd ? Hope in God, whose saving name Thou shalt joyfully proclaim, When his countenance shall shine Through the clouds that darken thine.
Have pity on my fears,
Hearken to my request, Turn not in silence from my tears,
But give the mournier rest.
A stranger, Lord, with Thee,
I walk on pilgrimage, Where all my fathers, once like me,
Sojourn'd from age to age.
O spare me yet, I pray; · Awhile my strength restore, Ere I am summond hence away,
And seen on earth no more.
PSALM LXIII. (Continuation of Psalm XLII.)
No. 1. As the hart, with eager looks, Panteth for the water-brooks, So my soul, athirst for Thee, Pants the living God to see : When, 0 when, with filial fear, Lord, shall I to Thee draw near?
Tears my food by night, by day Grief consumes my strength away: While his craft the Tempter plies, “Where is now thy God ?” he cries; This would sink me to despair, But I pour my soul in prayer.
JUDGE me, Lord, in righteousness; Plead for me in my distress; Good and merciful Thou art, Bind this bleeding broken heart; Cast me not despairing hence, Be thy love my confidence. Send thy light and truth to guide Me, too prone to turn aside, On thy holy hill to rest, In thy tabernacles blest; There, to God, my chiefest joy, Praise shall all my powers employ.
For in happier times, I went
Why, my soul, art thou dismay'd ?
No. 1. God is our refuge and defence,
In trouble our unfailing aid; Secure in his omnipotence,
What foe can make our soul afraid ?
Yea, though the earth's foundations rock,
And mountains down the gulf be hurl'd, His people smile amid the shock,
They look beyond this transient world.
King over all the earth;
In songs of sacred mirth.
His banner shall advance,
Be his inheritance.
And trumpets' tuneful voice :
Sing praises, and rejoice.
To every creature's King;
All tongues, all kindred sing.
There is a river pure and bright,
Whose streams make glad the heavenly plains; Where, in eternity of light,
The city of our God remains.
Built by the word of his command,
With his unclouded presence blest, Firm as his throne the bulwarks stand;
There is our home, our hope, our rest.
Thither let fervent faith aspire,
Our treasure and our heart be there; O for a seraph's wing of fire!
No.-on the mightier wings of prayer,
God sits upon his holy throne,
God o'er the heathen reigns ; His truth through all the world is known,
That truth his throne sustains.
Kings in the dust adore ;
Sing praises evermore.
We reach at once that last retreat,
And, ranged among the ransom'd throng, Fall with the Elders at his feet,
Whose name alone inspires their song.
Ah, soon, how soon! our spirits droop;
Unwont the air of Heaven to breathe : Yet God in very deed will stoop, And dwell Himself with men beneath.
Come to thy living temples, then,
As in the ancient times appear ; Let earth be paradise again,
And man, O God, thine image here.
What desolations He will make;
He utters forth his voice ;-'t is felt;
PSALM XLVIII. JEHOVAH is great, and great be his praise ;
In the city of God He is King;
On the mount of his holiness sing.
Is Zion's impregnable hill;
God reigns in her palaces still.
Grew pale with amazement and dread; Fear seized them like pangs of a premature birth;
They came, they beheld her, and fled. Thou breakest the ships from the sea-circled climes,
When the storm of thy jealousy lowers; As our fathers have told of thy deeds, in their times,
So, Lord, have we witness'd in ours. In the midst of thy temple, O God, hath our mind
Remember'd thy mercy of old;
Thy power may all nations behold.
The mountain of Zion rejoice,
-Wilt make her the throne of thy choice. Go, walk about Zion, and measure the length,
Her walls and her bulwarks mark well; Contemplate her palaces, glorious in strength, | Her towers and their pinnacles tell.
Again He maketh wars to cease,
He breaks the bow, unpoints the spear,
Silence, O Earıh! thy Maker own;
Then say to your children :-Our stronghold is tried;
This God is our God to the end ;
His arm shall for ever defend.
PSALM LI HAVE mercy on me, O my God,
In loving-kindness hear my prayer: Withdraw the terror of thy rod;
Lord, in thy tender mercy, spare.
O that it were as it hath been,
When, praying in the holy place, Thy power and glory 1 have seen,
And mark'd the footsteps of thy grace. Yet through this rough and thorny maze,
I follow hard on thee, my God;' Thine hand unseen upholds my ways,
I safely tread where Thou hast trod.
When I remember on my bed,
Thy guardian wings are round my head. Better than life itself thy love,
Dearer than all beside to me;
Or what on earth, compared with Thee! Praise with my heart, my mind, my voice,
For all thy mercy I will give; My soul shall still in God rejoice,
My tongue shall bless Thee while I live.
Offences rise where'er I look;
But I confess their guilt to Thee : Blot my transgressions from thy book,
Cleanse me from mine iniquity.
Whither from vengeance can I run ?
Just are thy judgments, Lord, and right; For all the evil I have done,
I did it only in thy sight. Shapen in frailty, born in sin,
From error how shall I depart ? Lo, thou requirest truth within ;
Lord, write thy truth upon my heart.
Me through the blood of sprinkling make
Pure from defilement, white as snow; Heal me for my Redeemer's sake;
Then joy and gladness I shall know.
A perfect heart in me create,
Renew my soul in innocence; Cast not the suppliant from thy gate,
Nor take thine holy spirit hence.
Thy consolations, as of old,
Now to my troubled mind restore ; By thy free Spirit's might uphold
And guide my steps, to fall no more.
PSALM LXIX. God, be merciful to me, For my spirit trusts in Thee, And to Thee her refuge springs; Be the shadow of thy wings Round the trembling sinner cast, Till the storm is overpast. From the water-floods that roll Deep and deeper round my soul, Me, thine arm almighty take, For thy loving kindness' sake; If thy truth from me depart, Thy rebuke would break my heart. Foes increase, they close me round, Friend nor comforter is found; Sore temptations now assail, Hope, and strength, and courage fail: Turn not from thy servant's grief, Hasten, Lord, to my relief. Poor and sorrowful am I; Set me, O my God! on high : Wonders Thou for me hast wrought ; Nigh to death my soul is brought; Save me, Lord, in mercy save, Lest I sink below the grave.
Then sinners will I teach thy ways,
And rebels to thy sceptre bring; -Open my lips, O God, in praise,
So shall my mouth thy goodness sing. Not streaming blood, nor purging fire,
Thy righteous anger can appease ; Burnt-offerings thou dost not require,
Or gladly I would render these. The broken heart in sacrifice
Alone may thine acceptance meet; My heart, O God, do not despise,
Broken and contrite, at thy feet.
Early to Thee my soul shall cry,
A thirsty land whose springs are dry.
PSALM LXX. HASTEN, Lord, to my release,
Haste to help me, O my God! Foes, like armed bands, increase ;
Turn them back the way they trod. Dark temptations round me press,
Evil thoughts my soul assail ; Doubts and fears, in my distress, Rise, till flesh and spirit fail.
Kings shall fall down before Him,
And gold and incense bring; All nations shall adore Him,
His praise all people sing : For He shall have dominion
O'er river, sea, and shore, Far as the eagle's pinion
Or dove's light wing can soar.
Though I have long outlived my peers,
And stand amid the world alone (A stranger, left by former years),
I know my God, by Him am known. Cast me not off in mine old age,
Forsake me not in my last hour;
The lion ravens to devour.
Sin and the world still spread their snares; Stand by me now, or they will prove
Too crafty yet for my grey hairs. Me, through what troubles hast Thou brought!
Me, with what corisolations crown'd! Now be thy last deliverance wrought;
My soul in peace with Thee be found !
For Him shall prayer unceasing,
And daily vows, ascend;
A kingdom without end:
A seed in weakness gown,
And shake like Lebanon.
O'er every foe victorious,
He on his throne shall rest, From age to age more glorious,
All-blessing and all-blest : The tide of time shall never
His covenant remove; His name shall stand for ever;
That name to us is-Love.
PSALM LXXI. Hail to the Lord's anointed !
Great David's greater Son; Hail, in the time appointed,
His reign on earth begun! He comes to break oppression,
To let the captive free;
And rule in equity.
To those who suffer wrong;
And bid the weak be strong: To give them songs for sighing,
Their darkness turn to light, Whose souls, condemn'd and dying,
Were precious in his sight. By such shall He be feared
While sun and moon endure.--Beloved, obey'd, revered :
For He shall judge the poor,
PSALM LXXIII. TRULY the Lord is good to those,
The pure in heart, who love his name ; But as for me, temptation rose,
And well-nigh cast me down to shame.
For I was envious at their state,
When I beheld the wicked rise, And flourish in their pride elate,
No fear of death before their eyes.
Not troubled they, as others are,
Nor plagued, with all their vain pretence; Pride like a chain of gold they wear, And clothe themselves with violence.
Swoln are their eyes with wine and lust,
For more than heart can wish have they; In fraud and tyranny they trust
To make the multitude their prey.
The days of old, in vision,
Bring vanish'd bliss to view; The years of lost fruition
Their joys in pangs renew : Remember'd songs of gladness,
Through night's lone silence brought, Strike notes of deeper sadness,
And stir desponding thought.
Their mouth assails the heavens ; their tongue
Walks arrogantly through the earth ; Pleasure's full cups to them are wrung ;
They reel in revelry and mirth.
" Who is the Lord, that we should fear,
Lest He our dark devices know? Who the Most High, that He should hear,
Or heed, the words of men below?"
Thus cry the mockers, flush'd with health,
Exulting while their joys increase ; These are the ungodly-men, whose wealth
Flows like a river, ne'er to cease.
And have I cleansed my heart in vain,
And wash'd in innocence my hands? All day afflicted, I complain,
All night I mourn in straitening bands.
Too painful this for me to view,
Till to thy temple, Lord, I went, And then their fearful end I knew,
How suddenly their light is spent.
Hath God cast off for ever?
Can time his truth impair? His tender mercy, never
Shall I presume to share ! Hath He his loving kindness
Shut up in endless wrath? -No; this is mine own blindness,
That cannot see his path. I call to recollection
The years of his right hand; And, strong in his protection,
Again through faith I stand. Thy deeds, O Lord, are wonder;
Holy are all thy ways; The secret place of thunder
Shall utter forth thy praise. Thee, with the tribes assembled,
O God, the billows saw; They saw Thee, and they trembled,
Turn'd, and stood still, with awe; The clouds shot hail—they lighten'd;
The earth reeld to and fro; Thy fiery pillar brightend
The gulf of gloom below. Thy way is in great waters,
Thy footsteps are not known; Let Adam's sons and daughters
Confide in Thee alone;
Thy chosen flock of yore;
And thy redeem'd pass o'er.
A pleasant vine did plant and train ; Above the hills, o'er all the land,
It sought the sun, and drank the rain.
Whom have I, Lord, in heaven but Thee?
On earth shall none divide my heart; Then fail my flesh, my spirit flee,
Thou mine eternal portion art.
Its boughs like goodly cedars spread,
Forth to the river went the root; Perennial verdure crown'd its head,
It bore, in every season, fruit.
That vine is desolate and torn,
Its scions in the dust are laid ; Rank o'er the ruin springs the thom,
The wild boar wallows in the shade.
In time of tribulation,
Hear, Lord, my feeble cries;
To Thee my spirit flies :
Scarce can my voice complain; Mine eyes, with tears kept waking,
Süll watch and weep in vain.
Lord God of Hosts, thine ear incline,
Change into songs thy people's fears; Return, and visit this thy vine, Revive thy work amidst the years.