3 Sorrow and pain wear out my days;
I waste the night with cries,.
Counting the minutes as they pass,
Till the slow morning rise.
4 Shall I be still afflicted more?
Mine eyes consumed with grief?
How long, my God, how long, before
Thy hand afford relief?
5 He hears when dust and ashes speak,
He pities all our groans;
He saves us for our Saviour's sake,
And heals our broken bones.
6 The virtue of His sovereign word
Restores our fainting breath;
For silent graves praise not the Lord;
Our lips are sealed in death.
GOD'S CARE OF HIS PEOPLE.
1 MY trust is in my heavenly Friend,
My hope in Thee, my God;
Rise, and my helpless life defend
From those that seek my blood.
2 With insolence and fury they
My soul in pieces tear;
As hungry lions rend the prey,
When no deliverer 's near.
3 If I indulge in thoughts unjust,
And wish and seek their woe,
Then let them tread my life to dust
And lay mine honour low.
4 If there were malice hid in me,
I know Thy piercing eyes;
I should not dare appeal to Thee,
Nor ask my God to rise.
5 Arise, my God, lift up Thy hand,
Their pride and power control;
Awake to judgment, and command
Deliverance for my soul.
6 Let sinners and their wicked rage
Be humbled to the dust;
Shall not the God of truth engage,
To vindicate the just?
7 He knows the heart, He tries the reins,
He will defend th' upright;
His sharpest arrows He ordains
Against the sons of spite.
8 For me their malice dug a pit,
But there themselves are cast:
My God makes all their mischief light
On their own heads at last.
9 That cruel, persecuting race
Must feel His dreadful sword;
Awake, my soul, and praise the grace
And justice of the Lord.
CONDESCENSION OF GOD.
1 O LORD, our heavenly King,
Thy name is all divine;
Thy glories round the earth are spread,
And o'er the heavens they shine.
2 When to Thy works on high,
I raise my wondering eyes,
And see the moon, complete in light,
Adorn the darksome skies:
3 When I survey the stars
And all their shining forms,
Lord! what is man, that worthless thing,
Akin to dust and worms!
4 Lord! what is worthless man,
That Thou shouldst love him so!
Next to Thine angels is he placed,
And lord of all below.
5 How rich Thy bounties are!
How wondrous are Thy ways!
Of dust and worms, Thy power can frame
A monument of praise.
1 LORD, what was man, when made at first, Adam, the offspring of the dust,
That Thou shouldst set him and his race,
But just below an angel's place!
2 That Thou shouldst raise his nature so,
And make him lord of all below;
Make every beast and bird submit,
And lay the fishes at his feet!
3 But oh! what brighter glories wait
To crown the second Adam's state!
What honours shall Thy Son adorn,
Who condescended to be born!
4 See Him below His angels made,
See Him in dust among the dead,
To save a ruined world from sin:
Yet He shall reign with power divine.
5 The world to come, redeemed from all
The miseries that attend the fall,
New made and glorious, shall submit
At our exalted Saviour's feet.
THE HOSANNAH OF THE CHILDREN.
1 ALMIGHTY Ruler of the skies,
Through the wide earth Thy name is spread, And Thine eternal glories rise,
O'er all the heavens Thy hands have made. 2 To Thee the voices of the young
A monument of honour raise;
And babes with uninstructed tongue,
Declare the wonders of Thy praise.
3 Thy power assists their tender age
To bring proud rebels to the ground;
To still the bold blasphemer's rage,
And all their policy confound.
GOD THE REFUGE OF HIS PEOPLE.
1 WITH my whole heart I'll raise my song,
Thy wonders I'll proclaim;
Thou, the great Judge of right and wrong,
Wilt put my foes to shame.
2 I'll sing Thy majesty and grace ;
My God prepares His throne
To judge the world in righteousness,
And make His vengeance known.
3 Then shall the Lord a refuge prove
For all the poor oppressed;
To save the people of His love,
And give the weary rest.
4 The men, who know Thy name, will trust
In Thine abundant grace:
And Thou wilt ne'er forsake the just,
Who humbly seek Thy face.
5 Sing praises to the righteous Lord,
Who dwells on Zion's hill;
Who executes His threatening word,
And doth His grace fulfil.
THE WISDOM AND EQUITY OF PROVIDENCE."
1 WHEN the great Judge, supreme and just,
Shall once inquire for blood,
The humble souls, who mourn in dust,
Shall find a faithful God.
2 He from the dreadful gates of death
Doth His own children raise:
In Zion's gates with cheerful breath,
They sing their Father's praise.
3 His foes shall fall with heedless feet
Into the pit they made;
And sinners perish in the net,
Which their own hands have spread.
4 Thus by Thy judgments, mighty God,
Are Thy deep counsels known;
When men of mischief are destroyed,
The snare must be their own.
5 The wicked shall sink down to hell;
Thy wrath devour the lands
That dare forget Thee, or rebel
Against Thy known commands.
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