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I'll plead thy perfect righteousness,
And mention none but thine. 5 How will my lips rejoice to tell
The vict'ries of my King !
Shall thy salvation sing.
My Saviour and my God;
He sav'd me by his blood.
With this delightful song :
The aged christian's prayer and song. * GOD of my childhood, and my youth,
The guide of all my days,
And told thy wond'rous ways. 2 Wilt thou forsake my hoary hairs,
And leave my fainting heart? Who shall sustain my sinking years
If God, my strength, depart ?
To the surviving age;
When I shall quit the stage.
Attends my next remove :
Teach the wide world thy love!
Unscarchable thy deeds :
Thy glory spreads beyond the sky,
And all my praise exceeds.
And oft endur'd the grief ;
Thy grace was my relief.
Thy sov'reign pow'r to save : At thy command, I venture down
Securely to the grave.
My flesh shall be thy care :
The kingdom of Christ.
The known and unknown worlds obey, Now give the kingdom to thy Son,
Extend his pow'r, exalt his throne.
All heav'n submits to his commands;
And pride and rage prevail no more. 3 With pow'r he vindicates the just,
And treads th' oppressor in the dust;
'Till hours, and years, and time be past.
Like heav'nly dew on thirsty hills. 5 The heathen lands, that lie beneath
The shades of overspreading death;
Revive at his first dawning light,
And deserts blossom at the sight.
Drest in the robes of joy and praise :
PSALM 72. Second Part. L. M.
The kingdom of Christ among the Gentiles. 1
Does his successive journies run;
'Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 2 For him shall endless pray’r be made,
And praises circle round his head :
With ev'ry morning sacrifice.
Dwell on his love with sweetest song;
Their early blessings on his name.
The pris'ner leaps to lose his chains ;
And all the sons of want are blest.
Death and the curse are known no more :
Peculiar honours to our King:
PSALM 72. Third Part. C. M.
The glory of Christ.
Thro’ endless years shall run ;
And lasting as the sun.
Shall be completely blest;
By ev'ry tongue confess’d.
The God whom Israel fears;
Beyond compare appears.
For ever bless his name ;
The mystery of Providence unfolded.
Nor is religion vain :
And men of grace complain.
And felt my heart repine ;
In robes of honour shine.
Their flesh looks full and fair;
And grows without their care.
Thro' all their life oppression reigns,
And racks the humble poor.
The everlasting God:
And spreads their lies abroad. 6 But I with flowing tears
Indulg'd my doubts to rise ; is Is there a God that sees or hears
“ The things below the skies?” 7 The tumults of my thought
Held me in hard suspense; 'Till to thy house my feet were brought,
To learn thy justice thence.
Did my mistake amend;
But here I learn'd their end.
The thoughtless wretches go ; And, O that dreadful fiery deep,
That waits their fall below! 10 Lord, at thy feet I bow,
My thoughts no more repine ;
And all my pow'rs are thine.
God our portion here and hereafter.
My help for ever near ;
When sinking in despair. 2 Thy. counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet,
"Ihro this dark wilderness;