v.12-15 L. M.Grace above riches; or, The happy nation.
Thou art my portion, O my God;Soon as I know thy way,My heart makes haste t' obey thy word,And suffers no delay.
When pain and anguish seize me, Lord,All my support is from thy word:My soul dissolves for heaviness;Uphold me with thy strength'ning grace.
Give thanks to God, invoke his name,And tell the world his grace;Sound through the earth his deeds of fame,That all may seek his face.
My soul, thy great Creator praise:When clothed in his celestial rays,He in full majesty appears,And, like a robe, his glory wears.
v.8-18 L. M.God's gentle chastisement; or, His tender mercy to his people.
v.23-28 L. M.Man's mortality, and Christ's eternity.
v.1-13,20,21 C. M.A prayer of the afflicted.
The Lord on high proclaimsHis Godhead from his throne:"Mercy and justice are the namesBy which I will be known.
Jehovah speaks! let Isr'el hear;Let all the earth rejoice and fear,While God's eternal Son proclaimsHis sovereign honors and his names.
Thus far the Lord has led me on,Thus far his power prolongs my days;And every evening shall make knownSome fresh memorial of his grace.
[Who is this fair one in distress,That travels from the wilderness?And pressed with sorrows and with sins,On her beloved Lord she leans.
Awake, our souls; away, our fears,Let every trembling thought begone;Awake, and run the heav'nly race,And put a cheerful courage on.
Happy the heart where graces reign,Where love inspires the breast;Love is the brightest of the train,And strengthens all the rest.
Jesus, thy blessings are not few,Nor is thy gospel weak;Thy grace can melt the stubborn Jew,And bow th' aspiring Greek.
Whence do our mournful thoughts arise?And where's our courage fled?Have restless sin and raging hellStruck all our comforts dead?
O for an overcoming faithTo cheer my dying hours;To triumph o'er the monster Death,And all his frightful powers!
Great God! thy glories shall employMy holy fear, my humble joy;My lips in songs of honor bringTheir tribute to th' eternal King.
How shall I praise th' eternal God,That infinite Unknown?Who can ascend his high abode,Or venture near his throne?
Dear Lord! behold our sore distress;Our sins attempt to reign;Stretch out thine arm of conquering grace,And let thy foes be slain.
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