We'll to his House repair;
We'll think upon his wond'rous grace,
And seek deliv'rance there.
God's Judgment of the World.
1 THRON'D on a cloud our God shall come, Bright flames prepare his way;
Thunder and darkness, fire and storm,
Lead on the dreadful day.
2 Heaven from above his call shall hear,
Attending angels come;
And earth and hell shall know and fear
His justice, and their doom.
3"But gather all my saints," he cries,
"That sought their peace with God
"By the Redeemer's sacrifice,
"And found it in his blood.
4 "Their faith and works, brought forth to "Shall make the world confess [light, "The gift of my reward is right: "And heaven shall sing my grace."
1 SHOW pity, Lord! O Lord, forgive;
Let a repenting rebel live!
Are not thy mercies large and free?
May not a sinner trust in thee?
2 My crimes, though great, do not surpass
The power and glory of thy grace:
O wash my soul from every sin,
And make my guilty conscience clean!
3 My lips with shame my sins confess,
Against thy law, against thy grace :
Lord, should thy judgment grow severe,
I am condemn'd; but thou art clear.
4 Yet save a trembling sinner, Lord,
Whose hope, still hov'ring round thy word,
Would light on some sweet promise there,
Some sure support against despair!
PSALM 51. ᏢᎪᎡᎢ 2.
Confession of Sin.
1 LORD, I am vile, conceiv'd in sin,
And born unholy and unclean,
Sprung from the man whose guilty fall
Corrupts his race and taints us all.
2 Soon as we draw our infant breath,
The seeds of sin grow up for death;
Thy law demands a perfect heart,
But we're defil'd in every part.
3 Jesus, our Lord, thy blood alone
Hath power sufficient to atone ;
Thy blood can make us white as snow; No blood of beasts could cleanse us so. 4 While guilt disturbs and breaks my peace, Nor flesh nor soul hath rest or ease, Lord, let me hear thy pard'ning voice, And bid my sorrowing heart rejoice!
PSALM 51. part 3.
Rejoicing in the hope of pardon.
10 THOU that hear'st when sinners cry,
Though all my crimes before thee lie,
Behold them not with angry look,
But blot their mem'ry from thy book!
2 My soul lies humbled in the dust,
And owns thy dreadful sentence just:
Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye,
And save the soul condemn'd to die!
3 Then will I teach the world thy ways;
Sinners shall learn thy sov'reign grace:
I'll lead them to my Saviour's blood,
And they shall praise a pard'ning God.
4 O may thy love inspire my tongue!
Salvation shall be all my song;
And all my powers shall join to bless
The Lord, my strength and righteousness.
Longing for the Presence of God.
1 O HAD I, my Saviour, the wings of a dove, How soon would I soar to thy presence above! How soon would I flee where the weary have rest,
And hide all my cares in thy shelt'ring breast! 2 Ah, there the wild tempest for ever shall cease, No billow shall ruffle that haven of peace; Temptation and trouble alike shall depart, All tears from the eyes, & all sin from the heart.
3 Soon, soon may this Eden of promise be mine! Rise, bright Sun of Glory, no more to decline! Thy light, yet unrisen, the wilderness cheers : O what will it be when the fulness appears!
1 O GOD, my heart is fix'd, 'tis bent, Its thankful tribute to present;
And with my heart, my voice I'll raise,
To thee, my God, in songs of praise.
2 Awake, my glory, harp and lute,
No longer let your strings be mute;
And I, my tuneful part to take,
Will with the early dawn awake.
3 Thy praises, Lord, I will resound,
To all the list'ning nations round;
Thy mercy highest heaven transcends;
Thy truth beyond the clouds extends.
4 Be thou, O God, exalted high;
And, as thy glory fills the sky,
So let it be on earth display'd,
Till thou art here as there obey'd!
PSALM 61.
God a Refuge in trouble.
1 'WHEN, overwhelm'd with grief,
My heart within me dies,
Helpless, and far from all relief,
To heaven I lift mine eyes.
O, lead me to the Rock
That's high above my head,
And make the covert of thy wings
My shelter and my shade!
Within thy presence, Lord,
For ever I'll abide;
Thou art the tower of my defence,
The refuge where I hide.
PSALM 63.
The House of God.
1 O LORD, within thy sacred gates,
Where I so oft have sought for thee,
Again my longing spirit waits,
The fulness of delight to see!
2 In blessing thee with thankful songs,
My happy life shall glide away:
The praise that to thy name belongs
Daily with lifted hands I'll pay.
3 Abundant sweetness, while I sing
Thy love, my favour'd soul o'erflows;
Secure in thee, my God, my King,
Of glory that no period knows.
4 More dear than life itself, thy love
My heart and tongue shall still employ;
Thy love to sing, thy grace to prove,
Be this my glory, peace, and joy.
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