The God, who bade his mercy flow, 6 In dews unseen, in scanty show'rs, 8 Jesus, with vengeance arm'd, shall come To crush his foes, and seal their doom; The mystic Bable wheim in dust, Her pomp, her idols, pow'r and trust. And peace from realm to realm extend. 1 Love to the church. LOVE thy kingdom, Lord, The church our blest Redeemer sav'd Her walls before thee stand, These hands let useful skill forsake, 5 For her my tears shall fall; I prize her heav'nly ways; The brightest glories, earth can yield, PSALM 138. L. M. Restoring and preserving grace. 1 'ITH all my pow'rs of heart and tongue, I'll praise my Maker in my song: Angels shall hear the notes I raise, 2 Angels that make thy church their care, 3 I'll sing thy truth and mercy, Lord, Not all thy works and names below So much thy pow'r and glory show. 4 To God I cried when troubles rose; He heard me, and subdu'd my foes; He did my rising fears control, And strength diffus'd thro' all my soul. 7 Grace will complete what grace begins, PSALM 139. First Part. L. M. THOU, Lord, by strictest search hast 2 Thine eye my bed and path surveys, 3 Within thy circling pow'r I stand; Where, Lord, could I thy influ❜nce shun? Or whither from thy presence run"? 5 If up to heav'n I take my flight, 'Tis there thou dwell'st enthron'd in light; If down to hell's infernal plains, 'Tis there almighty vengeance reigns. 6 If I the morning wings could gain, And fly beyond the western main, Thy swifter hand would first arrive, And there arrest thy fugitive. 7 Or should I try to shun thy sight Beneath the sable wings of night; One glance from thee, one piercing ray, Would kindle darkness into day. 8 The veil of night is no disguise, No screen from thy all-searching eyes; Thro' midnight shades thou find'st thy way, As in the blazing noon of day. 9 "O may these thoughts possess my breast, "Where'er I rove, where'er I rest! "Nor let my weaker passions dare "Consent to sin; for God is there.” 1 PSALM 139. Second Part. C. M. Lord, 'tis thy work; I own, thy hand 2 Thy hand my heart and reins possest, 3 Thine eye with nicest care survey'd Till the whole scheme, thy thoughts had laid, Was copied by thine art. 4 Heav'n, earth, and sea, and fire, and wind, But I review myself, and find 5 Thine awful glories round me shine, PSALM 139. Third Part. C. M. The mercies of God innumerable. An evening Psalm. LORD, when I count thy mercies o'er, Not all the sands that spread the shore 2 My flesh with fear and wonder stands, And hourly blessings from thy hands 3 These on my heart by night I keep; O! may the hour that ends my sleep PSALM 139. Fourth Part. L. M. 'MY God, what inward grief I feel, When impious men transgress thy will! I mourn to hear their lips profane, Take thy tremendous name in vàin. 2 Does not my soul detest and hate The sons of malice and deceit ? Those that oppose thy laws and thee, I count them enemies to me. |