2 Let not thy face be hid from me, God of my life, I fly to thee 3 Should friends and kindred, near and dear, Leave me to want, or die; My God would make my life his care, 4 My fainting flesh had died with grief; Thy grace would soon provide relief; 5 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints, Prayer and praise, for deliverance from Enemies. Lest, like the sons of guilt become, With hopeless wretches to the tomb. 2 To thee my humble sighs arise; 3 Oh, save my soul from shame and sin; 4 While peace their flatt'ring lips proclaim, And love profess, and hope impart; They blast their neighbour's honest fame, 5 But, while they plant the secret snare, 6 Because their hearts thy works despise, Thy works of wisdom, grace, and pow'r; Thy hand, regardless of their cries, Shall sink them, that they rise no more. 7 Blest be the Lord, who heard my pray'r; My foes beset, of death afraid; And sought, and found his heav'nly aid. 9 O blest Redeemer, great and kind! Thy shield, thy saving strength, shall be 11 Zion exalt, her cause maintain; PSALM 29. L. M. Storm and Thunder. IVE to the Lord, ye sons of fame, G Give to the Lord renown and pow'r: Ascribe due honours to his name, 2 The Lord proclaims his pow'r aloud; His voice divides the wat'ry cloud, 4 To Lebanon he turns his voice, 'I PSALM 30. L. M. Sickness healed. WILL extol thee, Lord, on high, Who, but a God, can speak, and save 2 Sing to the Lord, ye saints of his, 3 His anger but a moment stays; "Pleasure and peace shall ne'er depart." 5 But I forgot thine arm was strong, Which made my mountain stand so long; Soon as thy face began to hide, My health was gone, my comforts died. 6 I cried aloud to thee, my God: "What can'st thou profit by my blood? "Deep in the dust can I declare · ་ "Thy truth, or sing thy glories there? 7 "Hear me, O God of grace," I said, "And bring me from among the dead:" Thy word rebuk'd the pains I felt; Thy pard'ning love remov'd my guilt. 8 My groans, and tears, and forms of woe, Are turn'd to joy and praises now; I throw my sackcloth on the ground, And ease and gladness gird me round. 9 My tongue, the glory of my frame, Shall ne'er be silent of thy name: Thy praise shall sound thro' earth and heav'n, For sickness heal'd and sins forgiv❜n. PSALM 31. First Part. C. M. Deliverance from death. 1 [NTO thy hand, O God of truth, Thou hast redeem'd my soul from death, 2 The passions of my hope and fear. While sorrow, pain, and sin conspir'd 3 "My times are in thy hand," I cry'd, 4 O make thy reconciled face And save me for thy mercy's sake! 5 "Twas in my haste my spirit said, 6 Thy goodness how divinely free! 7 O love the Lord, all ye his saints, He'll bend his ear to your complaints, |