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With humble faith I wait
To see Thy face again :
“He sought the Lord in vain.”
God is my strength, nor will I fear
What all my foes can do.
O grant me an abode
The temples of my God.
And see Thy beauty still ; Shall hear Thy messages of love,
And there inquire Thy will. 4 When troubles rise, and storms appear,
There may His children hide; God has a strong pavilion, where
He makes my soul abide. 5 Now shall my head be lifted high
Above my foes around, And songs of joy and victory
Within Thy temple sound.
PSALM XXVII. 7.6. MONTGOMERY. 1 YOD is my strong salvation,
What foe have I to fear ? In darkness and temptation,
My light, my help is near :
Though hosts encamp around me,
Firm to the fight I stand : What terror can confound me,
With God at my right hand ? 2 Place on the Lord reliance 3
My soul, with courage wait :
When faint and desolate.
His love thy joy increase :
The Lord will give thee peace.
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ORD, my strength, to Thee I pray ;
Turn not Thou Thine ear away ;
2 On Thy long expected aid
See my hope for ever stay'd :
3 Grant me, Lord, Thy love to share ;
Feed me with a shepherd's care;
C. M, 1 E hosts of heaven, ye mighty ones,
Ascribe with one accord
To your Almighty Lord.
2 Give glory to His holy name,
And honour Him alone; In beauty meet of holiness
Approach His holy throne. 3 Jehovah's voice of majesty
Is on the waters wide ;
And on wild seas doth ride.
It bids the lightnings fall ;
And breaks the cedars tall. 5 Jehovah sits upon the floods,
And tempests rage in vain; Jehovah sits as Sovereign King,
And evermore shall reign.
The Lord will strength increase,
With everlasting peace.
SING, se sons of men, o sing
Praise to Heaven's eternal King :
Bow before His hallow'd shrine.
Hush'd to silence while He speaks,
3 Now the bursting clouds give way,
And the vivid lightnings play ;
4 God the swelling surge commands ;
Fix'd, His throne for ever stands :
37 PSALM XXX.
WILL extol Thee, Lord, on high ;
At Thy command diseases fly: Who but our God can speak and save From the dark borders of the grave ?
2 Sing to the Lord, ye saints of His,
And tell how large His goodness is ;
While you record His holiness. 3 His anger but a moment stays,
His love is life and length of days ;
Miest Saviour, I recline;
1 Y spirit on ,
For Thou art love divine. 2 In Thee I place my trust,
On Thee I calmly rest;
And count Thy choice the best. 3 Whate'er events betide,
Thy will they all perform:
Nor fear the coming storm,
4 Let good or ill befall,
It must be good for me, Secure of having Thee in all,
Of having all in Thee.
My God, my help, my trust; Thou hast preserv'd my face from shame,
Mine honour from the dust.
2 My times are in Thy hand, I cried,
Though I draw near the dust; Thou art the refuge where I hide,
The God in whom I trust.
3 O make Thy reconciled face
Upon Thy servant shine,
For I am wholly Thine.
Šow wondrous is Thy grace
And trust Thy promises !
I place my only trust; Save me from sorrow, guilt, and shame,
Thou ever good and justi
My spirit I resign;
For heavenly truth is Thine.