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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!
My soul, redeem'd from sin and hell,
Shall thy salvation sing.
6 My tongue shall all the day proclaim
My Saviour and my God;
His death hath brought my foes to shame
He sav'd me by his blood.
7 Awake, awake, my tuneful pow'rs,
With this delightful song:
I'll entertain the darkest hours,
Nor think the season long.
PSALM 71. Third Part.
The aged christian's prayer and song.
OD of my childhood, and my youth,
*G The guide of all my days,
I have declar'd thy heav'nly truth,
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?
3 Let me thy pow'r and truth proclaim
To the surviving age;
And leave a savour of thy name,
'When I shall quit the stage.
4 The land of silence and of death
Attends my next remove:
O may these poor remains of breath
Teach the wide world thy love!
Thy righteousness is deep and high;
Unsearchable thy deeds:
Thy glory spreads beyond the sky,
And all my praise exceeds.
6 Oft have I heard thy threat'nings roar,
And oft endur'd the grief;
But when thy hand has prest me sore,
Thy grace was my relief.
7 By long experience have I known
Thy sov'reign pow'r to save :
At thy command, I venture down
Securely to the grave.
8 When I lie buried deep in dust,
My flesh shall be thy care:
These with'ring limbs with thee I trust,
To raise them strong and fair.
PSALM 72. First Part. L. M.
The kingdom of Christ.
GREAT God, whose universal sway
The known and unknown worlds obey, Now give the kingdom to thy Son, Extend his pow'r, exalt his throne. 2 Thy sceptre well becomes his hands, All heav'n submits to his commands; His justice shall avenge the poor, And pride and rage prevail no more. 3 With pow'r he vindicates the just, And treads th' oppressor in the dust; His worship and his fear shall last, 'Till hours, and years, and time be past. 4 As rain on meadows newly mown, So shall he send his influence down: His grace on fainting souls distils, 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.
The saints shall flourish in his days,
Drest in the robes of joy and praise :
Peace, like a river, from his throne,
Shall flow to nations yet unknown.
PSALM 72. Second Part. L. M.
The kingdom of Christ among the Gentiles.
JESUS shall reign where'er the sun
Does his successive journies run;
His kingdom stretch from shore to shore,
'Till moons shall wax and wane no more.
For him shall endless pray'r be made,
And praises circle round his head :
His name, like sweet perfume, shall rise
With ev'ry morning sacrifice.
3 People and realms of ev'ry tongue
Dwell on his love with sweetest song;
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on his name.
4 Blessings abound where'er he reigns,
The pris'ner leaps to lose his chains;
The weary find eternal rest,
And all the sons of want are blest.
5 Where he displays his healing pow'r,
Death and the curse are known no more:
In him the tribes of Adam boast
More blessings, than their father lost.
6 Let ev'ry creature rise and bring,
Peculiar honours to our King:
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the loud Amen.
PSALM 72. Third Part. C. M.
The glory of Christ.
1 THE mem'ry of Christ's glorious name
Thro' endless years shall run ;`
His spotless fame shall shine as bright
And lasting as the sun.
2 In him the nations of the world
Shall be completely blest;
And his imputed righteousness
By ev'ry tongue confess'd.
3 Then bless'd be God, the mighty Lord,
The God whom Israel fears;
Who only wond'rous in his works,
Beyond compare appears.
4 Let earth be with his glory fill'd ;
For ever bless his name;
Whilst to his praise, the list'ning world
Their glad assent proclaim.
PSALM 73. First Part.
First Part. S. M.
The mystery of Providence unfolded.
URE there's a righteous God,
Nor is religion vain :
Tho' men of vice may boast aloud,
And men of grace complain.
2 I saw the wicked rise,
And felt my heart repine;
While haughty fools with scornful eyes,
In robes of honour shine.
3 Pamper'd with wanton ease,
Their flesh looks full and fair;
Their wealth rolls in like flowing seas,
And grows without their care.
4 Free from the plagues and pains, That pious souls endure ;
Thro' all their life oppression reigns,
And racks the humble poor.
5 Their impious tongues blaspheme
The everlasting God:
Their malice blasts the good man's name,
And spreads their lies abroad.
6 But I with flowing tears
Indulg'd my doubts to rise;
"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.
8 Thy word with light and pow'r
Did my mistake amend;
I view'd the sinners' life before,
But here I learn'd their end.
9 On what a slipp'ry steep
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;
I call my God my portion now,
And all my pow'rs are thine.
PSALM 73. Second Part. C. M.
God our portion here and hereafter.
OD, my supporter, and my hope,
My help for ever near ;
Thine arm of mercy held me up,
When sinking in despair.
2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet, 'Thro' this dark wilderness;