6 The riches of Thy mercy, Lord! Since we for all we want or wish 1 THROUGH all the changing scenes of life, In trouble and in joy, The praises of my God shall still My heart and tongue employ. 2 Of His deliverance I will boast, Till all that are distressed From my example comfort take, When in distress to Him I called, 4 The hosts of God encamp around 5 Oh! make but trial of His love, How blest are they, and only they, 6 Fear Him, ye saints! and you will then Make you His service your delight, 42 1 AS pants the hart for cooling streams, When heated in the chase, So longs my soul, O God! for Thee, C. M. 1 2 For Thee, my God! the living God, 3 Why restless, why cast down, my soul? His aid for thee, and change these sighs 4 God of my strength! how long shall I, 5 Why restless, why cast down, my soul? MY Y heart its noblest theme has found! O Thou! with royal splendour crown'd, Messiah taught Thy power to know, How shall my mouth with praise o'erflow! 2 Hail! fairer than the sons of men! Grace on Thy lips and beauty reign; These speak Thee honoured from above, And blest with God's eternal love. 3 Hail, Thou whom nation's own their Lord! Gird on Thy thigh Thy glittering sword! By mercy, truth, and justice led, 1 Ride glorious on, Thy conquests spread! 46 YOD is the refuge of His saints GOD L.M. When storms of sharp distress invade : Ere we can offer our complaints, Behold Him present with His aid. 2 Let mountains from their seats be hurled Life, love, and joy still gliding through, 5 That sacred stream, Thy holy word, 6 Zion enjoys her Monarch's love, 1 2 3 THOU 47 U art gone up on high, And all the armies of the sky Thou art gone up on high, Art crowned with endless majesty, The Lord the Saviour reigns, B S.M. 4. 1 Princes, the shields of earth, 48 YREAT is the Lord our God, He makes His churches His abode, 2 The temples of His grace, 3 4 In Zion God is known A refuge in distress: How bright has His salvation shone Through all her palaces! In every new distress We'll to His house repair; We'll think upon His wondrous grace, 51 S.M. L.M. 1A is all the sacrifice I bring; The God of grace will ne'er despise 2 Behold! I fall before Thy face; No outward forms can make me clean; 3 Oh, wash my soul from every sin, 4 My soul lies humbled in the dust, 1 And all my powers shall join to bless 1 WE 61 HEN overwhelm'd with grief, Helpless, and far from all relief, 2 Oh! lead me to the rock That's high above my head: 3 Within Thy presence, For ever I'll abide; Lord! Thou art the tower of my defence, 4 Thou givest me the lot 0 Of those that fear Thy name; 63 GOD, Thou art my God alone! Early to Thee my soul shall cry; A pilgrim in a land unknown, S.M. L.M. A thirsty land, whose springs are dry. |