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Those ruins shall be built again,
And all that dust shall rise.
And stand in glory there :
And kings attend with fear.
With pity in his eyes ;
And sees their sighs arise.
; And when his saints complain, It shan't be said, “ That praying breath
“ Was ever spent in vain.” 6 This shall be known when we are dead,
And left on long record ;
PSALM 102. Third Part. L. M.
The saints die, but Christ and the church live. 1 IT is the Lord our Saviour's hand
Weakens our strength amid the race: Disease and death, at his command,
Arrest us and cut short our days. 2 Spare us, O Lord, aloud we pray,
Nor let our sun go down at noon :
And must thy children die so soon? 3 Yet in the midst of death and grief,
This thought our sorrow shall assuage; “Our Father and our Saviour live :
“ Christ is the same thro' ev'ry age.” 4 'Twas he, this earth's foundation laid ;
Heay'n is the building of his hand :
This earth grows old, these heav'ns shall fade,
And all be chang'd at his command. 5 The starry curtains of the sky,
Like garments, shall be laid aside;
Thy church for ever must abide.
And on thy throne thy children reign :
PSALM 103. First Part. S. M.
Praise for spiritual and temporal mercies.
BLESS the Lord, my soul !
Let all within me join :
Whose favours are divine.
Nor let his mercies lie
And without praises die. 3 'Tis he forgives thy sins ;
'Tis he relieves thy pain; *Tis he that heals thy sicknesses,
And makes thee young again. 4 He crowns thy life with love,
When ransom'd from the grave ; He, that redeem'd my soul from hell,
Hath sov’reign pow'r to save. 5 He fills the poor with good,
He gives the suff'rers rest;
And justice for th’ opprest.
He made by Moses known;
But sent the world his truth and grace,
By his beloved Son.
Mercy in the midst of judgment.
Whose mercies are so great ; Whose anger is so slow to rise,
So ready to abate.
And when his strokes are felt,
And lighter than our guilt.
Above the ground we tread ;
of his grace
And his forgiving love,
Doth all our guilt remove.
To those that fear his name, Is such, as tender parents feel :
He knows our feeble frame. 6 He knows we are but dust,
Scatter'd with ev'ry breath ; His anger, like a rising wind,
Can send us swift to death.
Or like the morning flow'r:
It withers in an hour.
To endless years endure :
And children's children ever find
Thy words of promise sure.
PSALM 103. Third Part. S. M. Bless the Lord his angels, and all his works. HE Lord the soy'reign King,
Hath fix'd his throne on high : O'er all the heav'nly world he rules,
And all beneath the sky,
And swift to do his will ;
Whose pleasure ye fulfil.
The orders of their King,
Join in the praise they sing.
Thro' his vast kingdom show
Shalt sing his praises too.
PSALM 104. First Part. L. M:
The glory of God in creation and providence: i MY
Y soul, thy great Creator praise ;
When cloth'd in his celestial rays, He in full majesty appears,
And, like a robe, his glory wears. 2 The heav'ns are for his curtains spread,
Th' unfathom'd deep he makes his bed: Clouds are his chariots, when he flies
On winged storms across the skies. 3 Angels, whom his own breath inspires,
His ministers, are flaming fires ;
4 The world's foundations by his hand
Are pois'd, and shall for ever stand :
Lest it should drown the earth again.
Which high above the mountains stood,
Confin'd to its appointed bed.
And in their channels walk their rounds;
They spring from hills, and drench the plains. 7 He bids the chrystal fountains flow,
And cheer the vallies as they go;
And for the stream wild asses bray. 8 From pleasant trees which shade the brink,
The lark and linnet light to drink ;
On the parch'd earth enriching show'rs; The grove, the garden, and the field,
A thousand joyful blessings yield. 2 He makes the
herbs for man, of various pow'r,
The olive yields a shining juice: