1 UPWARD I lift mine eyes;
From God is all my aid;
The God that built the skies,
And earth and nature made:
God is the tower
To which I fly;
His grace is nigh
In every hour.
2 My feet shall never slide,
And fall in fatal snares,
Since God, my guard and guide,
Defends me from my fears.
Those wakeful eyes,
Which never sleep,
Shall Israel keep,
When dangers rise.
3 No burning heats by day,
Nor blasts of evening air,
Shall take my health away,
If God be with me there.
Thou art my sun,
And thou my shade,
To guard my head
By night or noon.
4 Hast thou not given thy word,
To save my soul from death;
And I can trust my Lord
To keep my mortal breath.
God's Love of the Saints. Ps. 34.
1 LORD, I will bless thee all my days;
Thy praise shall dwell upon my tongue;
My soul shall glory in thy grace,
While saints rejoice to hear the song.
2 Come, magnify the Lord with me;
Let every heart exalt his name:
I sought th' eternal God, and he
Has not exposed my hope to shame.
3 His holy angels pitch their tents
Around the men that serve the Lord:
O fear and love him, all his saints;
Taste of his grace, and trust his word.
God's merciful and constant Protection.
1 WHEN all thy mercies, O my God,
My rising soul surveys,
Transported with the view, I'm lost
In wonder, love, and praise.
2 Unnumbered comforts on my soul
Thy tender care bestowed,
Before my infant heart conceived
From whom those comforts flowed.
3 When in the slippery paths of youth
With heedless steps I ran,
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Thine arm, unseen, conveyed me safe,
And led me up to man.
4 When worn with sickness, oft hast thou
With health renewed my face;
And when in sin and sorrow sunk,
Revived my soul with grace.
5 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts
My daily thanks employ;
Nor is the least a cheerful heart,
That tastes those gifts with joy.
6 Through every period of my life,
Thy goodness I'll pursue;
And after death, in distant worlds,
The glorious theme renew.
God's Majesty and Grace.
1 LORD, we are blind, we mortals blind;
We can't behold thy bright abode:
Oh, 't is beyond a creature mind
To glance a thought half-way to God.
2 Infinite leagues beyond the sky,
The great Eternal reigns alone,
Where neither wings nor souls can fly,
Nor angels climb the topless throne.
3 The Lord of Glory builds his seat
Of gems incomparably bright,
And lays beneath his sacred feet
Substantial beams of gloomy night.
4 Yet, glorious Lord, thy gracious eyes Look through and cheer us from above; Beyond our praise thy grandeur flies; Yet we adore, and yet we love.
God the Trust of the Righteous. Ps. 125. 1 WHO make the Lord of hosts their tower, Shall like Mount Zion be, Immovable by mortal power, Built on eternity.
2 As round about Jerusalem
The guardian mountains stand, So shall the Lord encompass them Who hold by his right hand.
3 The rod of wickedness shall ne'er
Against the just prevail,
Lest innocence should find a snare,
And tempted virtue fail.
4 Do good, O Lord, do good to those
Who cleave to thee in heart,
Who on thy truth alone repose,
Nor from thy law depart.
God shining into the Heart.
1 PRAISE to the Lord of boundless might,
With uncreated glories bright!
His presence gilds the worlds above,
The unchanging source of light and love.
2 Our rising earth his eye beheld,
When in substantial darkness veiled;
Let there be light, Jehovah said;
And light o'er all its face was spread.
3 He sees the mind, when lost it lies
In shades of ignorance and vice,
And darts from heaven a vivid ray,
And changes midnight into day.
4 Shine, mighty God, with vigor shine.
On this benighted heart of mine;
And let thy glories stand revealed,
As in the Saviour's face beheld.
5 My soul, revived by heaven-born day, Thy radiant image shall display, While all my faculties unite
To praise the Lord, who gives me light.
God the sure Resort of the Righteous. Ps. 36. 1 O LORD, thy mercy, my sure hope, The highest orb of heaven transcends; Thy sacred truth's unmeasured scope Beyond the sparkling skies extends.
2 Thy justice like the hills remains;
Unfathomed depths thy judgments are;
Thy providence the world sustains;
The whole creation is thy care.
3 Since of thy goodness all partake,
With what assurance should the just
Thy sheltering wings their refuge make,
And saints to thy protection trust.
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