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2 I've seen thy glory and thy pow'r,
Thro' all thy temples shine :
That vision so divine.
Can my best passions move;
As thy forgiving love.
I'll bless my God and king ;
The love of God better than life.
Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest ;
Stand all engag'd to make me blest.
Thou art my Father and my God;
Thy son, thy servant, bought with blood. 3 With early feet I love t appear
Among thy saints, and seek thy face ;
And felt the pow'r of sov’reign grace.
Nor all the joys our senses know,
Or raise my cheerful passions so. 5 My life itself, without thy love,
No taste of pleasure could afford;
6 Amidst the wakeful hours of night,
When busy cares afflict my head ;
And adds refreshment to my bed.
Y God, permit my tongue
This joy, to call thee mine ;
To taste thy love divine.
Thy mercy does implore ;
for water more.
I long to find my place ;
And feel thy quick’ning grace.
To thee my spirit flies;
My cheerful hope relies.
My soul in safety keeps ;
PSALM 64. L. M.
, Nor let my drooping spirit faint :
When foes in secret spread the snare,
salvation be thy care.
From vile temptations and from sin;
heart. -3 Thy justice and thy pow'r display,
And scatter far thy foes away ;
And saints, triumphant, bless the Lord. 4 Then shall thy Church exalt her voice,
And all that love thy name rejoice :
A prayer hearing God.
There shall our vows be paid :
All flesh shall seek thine aid, 2 Lord, our iniquities prevail,
But pard'ning grace is thine ;
To'conquer ev'ry sin.
To bring them near thy face ;
To feast upon thy grace.
Thy truth and terror shine ;
Fulfil thy kind design.
The Lord is good and just ;
Born leh The
And distant islands fly to thee,
And make thy name their trust.
When signs in heav'n appear ;
The providence of God in air, earth, and sea. 1 TTS by thy strength the mountains stand,
God of eternal pow'r;
And tempests cease to roar.
Successive comforts bring;
Thy flow'rs adorn the spring. 3 Seasons and times, and months, and hours,
Heay'n, earth, and air are thine;
The author is divine.
Borne by the winds around,
The furrows of the ground.
And ranks of corn appear;
The providence of God in the seasons.
OW pleasing is thy voice,
O Lord, our heav'nly King,
The rains return, the ice distils,
Establish'd by thine arm:
The tumult, and the storm.
Thy hand arrays in smiles;
Rejoicing o'er the hills.
Thou call'st the flocks abroad;
The footsteps of our God.
On ev'ry side, behold!
Their loads of richest gold.
His arrows blazing fires ;
And smiles in starry choirs.
The earth with summer warms;