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Against all those that strive with me

Hymnal: PDTC1767 #XXXV (1767) Tune Title: [Against all those that strive with me] Lyrics: 1 Against all those that strive with me, Assert my Right, and set me free! Be thou, O LORD! my sure Protection, And bring my Foes to thy Subjection. Put on thy Buckler and thy Shield; Stand up, O GOD, in my Defence; Bring forth thy Spear, and to my Soul, Say, "I am still thy Confidence." 2 Let them with sudden Shame be brought, Who have my Soul's Destruction sought; Let them who Mischief have devised, Be with Confusion soon surprised: Then shall they fly, dispers'd like Chaff Before the furious driving Wind; And from GOD's Minister of Wrath They, no where, shall a Refuge find. 3 But when, his dreadful Rage to shun, Thro' dark and slipp'ry Paths they run, The Angel of the LORD pursuing, Shall urge them on to speedy Ruin; Since unprovok'd by any Wrong, They laid for me their treach'rous Snare, And, for my harmless Soul, a Pit, Did without any Cause prepare. 4 Let them in Mischiefs be surpris'd, Which for my Soul they had devis'd; Their feet in their own Snares betrayed, So shall their Treach'ry be repayed; Whilst my glad Soul shall GOS's great Name, For this his kind Deliv'rance bless; And by His saving Health secur'd, Her grateful Joy in Songs express. Part II 5 My Bones shall say, from Anguish free, "Oh LORD! who can compare with thee? "Thou hast reliev'd the poor distressed, "And all their heavy Wrongs redressed," "Who sett'st the poor and helpless Man False Witnesses, with forg'd Complaints, Against my Honour have combin'd; And to my Charge unjustly laid. Such Things as I had ne'er design'd. 6 For all the Good for them I wrought, My Life they have with Malice sought; My Soul to Danger still betraying, My Kindnesses with Wrong repaying. But as for me, when they were sick, In Sack-cloth I sincerely mourn'd; I pray'd and fasted, but my Pray'r Again to my own Breast return'd. 7 Not to my Friends or Brethren dear, Could I have shewn more tender Care; Or for a Mother more deplored, Whose Loss can never be restored. How diff'rent did their Conduct prove, To me in Times of deep Distress; When they in Crouds together met, And did their savage Joy express? 8 The Rabble too, in num'rous Throngs, Came round, insulting me with Wrongs; With Flatt'rers, busy Scoffers joined, Against my Peace of Mind combined: But, LORD, how long wilt thou look on? Do thou on my Behalf appear! And save my guiltless Soul, which they, Like Beasts, would into Pieces tear. Part III 9 So I, before the World will raise, To thee, my GOD, loud Songs of Praise; Thy Name in great Assemblies blessing, My Thanks with humble Joy expressing: LORD, suffer not my causeless Foes, Who me do most unjustly hate; With open Joy, or secret Signs, To triumph in my sad Estate. 10 In framing Lies they never cease With wicked Hearts averse to Peace; Against the Just they have combined, Who are to Quiet still inclined: Nor with these private Arts content, They vent their Spite aloud to all, And say, "At last we have our Wish, "With Pleasure we behold him fall." 11 But thou, O Lord, who dost survey, Both them and me, keep not away; But let thy Servant be defended, And in his Innocence befriended: LORD! as my Heart has upright been, Let me thy Justice ever find; Nor let my cruel Foes obtain The Triumphs which they have design'd. 12 Oh let them not exulting say, "At length he is become our Prey; "Our fondest Wishes are compleated, There - there he lies by us defeated." Let such as in my Hurt rejoic'd, With Shame confus'd, their Faces hide; Dishonour be their Lot, who have Themselves against me magnified. 13 Whilst constant Blessings shall attend, On those who my just Cause befriend; By them, O LORD, shalt thou be praised, To thee shall all their Songs be raised: So shall my Tongue thy Judgments sing, Inspir'd with a grateful Joy; And chearful Hymns in Praise of thee, My GOD! shall all my Days employ. Topics: Description of Hyprocisy; Prophecies Prophetical Curses against the Enemies and Persecutors of the Chruch Scripture: Psalm 35 Languages: English

As pants the Hart for cooling Streams

Hymnal: PDTC1767 #XLII (1767) Tune Title: [As pants the hart for cooling streams] Lyrics: 1 As pants the Hart for cooling Streams, When heated in the Chace; So longs my Soul, Oh GOD! for thee, And thy refreshing Grace: For thee my Soul doth pine, Thou Majesty divine! Oh when shall I behold thy Face, And drink of thy refreshing Grace? 2 Tears are my constant Food, while thus Insulting Foes upbraid, "Deluded Wretch, where's now thy GOD, "And where his promis'd Aid?" My Thoughts, with Grief, present The Days I did frequent Thy sacred House, my Vows to pay, 3 Why restless, why cast down, my Soul? Trust GOD, he will employ His Aid for thee, and change these Sighs To thankful Hymns of Joy. My Soul, tho' much distrest, Thy Name, Oh GOD, hath blest; Rememb'ring thee, and Sion still, From Jordan's Bank, and Hermon's Hill. 4 One Trouble calls another on, And bursting o'er my Head, Fall spouting down, till round my Soul, A roaring Sea is spread;' Like Wares together roll'd, Whose Rage is uncontroul'd, My growing Sorrows gather round, And still my Soul with Fear confound. 5 But when thy Presence, Lord of Life! (As I have thee implor'd,) Dispells at once this threat'ning Storm, And hath a Calm restor'd; My Soul shall bless thy Name, Thy Goodness I'll proclaim; To Thee I'll midnight Anthems raise, And daily strive to sing thy Praise. 6 God of my Strength! how long shall I Like one forgotten, mourn? Forlorn, forsaken, and expos'd To my Oppressor's Scorn; While thus my Foes upbraid, "Where's now thy promis'd Aid?" "Thy empty Boastings are in vain, Thy GOD will not relieve thy Pain." 11 Why restless, why cast down, my Soul? Trust GOD, and he'll employ His Aid for thee, and change these Sighs, To thankful Hymns of Joy: If thou wilt yet depend, On GOD, thy only Friend; The Praise of him thou yet shalt sing, Who is thy Health's eternal Spring. Topics: Prayers When deprived ot the Opportunitys of attending in God's House Scripture: Psalm 42 Languages: English

At length, by certain proofs, 'tis plain

Hymnal: PDTC1767 #LXXIII (1767) Tune Title: [At length, by certain proffs, 'tis plain] Lyrics: 1 At length, by certain Proofs, 'tis plain That GOD will to his Saints be kind; That all whose Hearts are pure and clean, Shall his protecting Favour find. 'Till this sustaining Truth I knew, My stagg'ring Feet had almost fail'd; I griev'd, the Sinner's Wealth to view, And envy'd when the Fools prevail'd. 2 They to the Grave in Peace descend, And, whilst they live, are hale and strong; No Plague of Troubles them offend, Which oft to other Men belong. With Pride, as with a Chain, they're held, And Rapine seems their Robe of State; Their Eyes stand out, with Fatness swell'd; They grow, beyond their Wishes, great. 3 With Hearts corrupt and lofty Talk, Oppressive Methods they defend; Their Tongue thro' all the Earth does walk, Their Blasphemies to Heav'n ascend, And yet admiring Crouds are found, Who servile Visits duly make; Because with Plenty they abound, Of which their flatt'ring Slaves partake. 4 Their fond Opinion these pursue, 'Till they, with them, profanely cry "How should the LORD our Actions view? "Can He perceive, who dwells so high"? Behold the Wicked, these are they, Who openly their sins profess; And yet their Wealth's encreas'd each Day, And all their Actions meet Success. 5 "Then have I cleans'd my Heart, said I, "And wash'd my Hands from Guilt in vain, "If all the Day oppress'd I lie, "And ev'ry Morning suffer Pain." Thus did I once to speak intend, But if such Things I rashly say, Thy Children, LORD, I must offend, And basely should their Cause betray. Part II 6 To fathom this my Thoughts I bent; But found the Case too hard for me, 'Till to the House of GOD I went, Then I their End did plainly see. How high soe'er advanc'd, they all On slipp'ry Places loosely stand; Thence into Ruin headlong fall, Cast down by thy avenging Hand. 7 How dreadful and how quick their Fate! Despis'd by thee, when they're destroy'd; As waking Men, with Scorn do treat The Fancies that their Dreams employ'd. Thus was my Heart with Grief oppress'd, My Reins were rack'd with restless Pains; So stupid was I, like a Beast, Who no reflecting Thought retains. 8 Yet still thy Presence me supply'd, And thy Right-Hand Assistance gave; Thou first shalt with thy Counsel guide And then to Glory me receive. Whom then in Heaven, but thee alone, Have I, whose Favour I require? Throughout the spacious Earth, there's none That I besides thee can desire. 9 My trembling Flesh, and aching Heart, May often fail to succour me; But GOD shall inward Strength impart, And my eternal Portion be. For they that far from thee remove, Shall into sudden Ruin fall, If after other GODS they rove, Thy Vengeance shall destroy them all. 10 But as for me, 'tis good and just, That I should still to GOD repair; In him I always put my Trust, And will His wond'rous Works declare. Topics: Description of Vanity of earthly Goods and Benefits; Prayers Of the Church Particularly of Believers when offended at the Prosperity of the Wicked; Prophecies Predictions of God's Judgment upon the Ungodly and Wicked Scripture: Psalm 73 Languages: English

Bless GOD, my Soul, thou, LORD, alone

Hymnal: PDTC1767 #CIV (1767) Tune Title: [Bless God, my Soul, thou Lord, alone] Lyrics: 1 Bless GOD, my Soul; thou, LORD, alone Possessest Empire without Bounds; With Honour thou art crown'd, thy Throne Eternal Majesty surrounds: With Light thou dost thyself enrobe, And Glory for a Garment take; Heav'n's Curtains stretch'd beyond the Globe, Thy Canopy of State to make. 2 GOD builds on liquid Air, and forms His Palace Chambers in the Skies; The Clouds his Chariots are, and Storms The swift-wing'd Steeds with which he flies: As bright as Flame, as swift as Wind, His Ministers Heaven's Palace fill; To have their sundry Tasks assign'd; All proud to serve their Sov'reign's Will. 3 Earth on her Centre fix'd, he set, Her Face with Waters overspread; Nor proudest Mountains dar'd as yet, To lift above the Waves their Head: But when thy awful Face appear'd, Th'insulting Waves dispers'd; they fled, When once thy Thunder's Voice they heard, And by their Haste confess'd their Dread. 4 Thence up by secret Tracks they creep, And gushing from the Mountain's side; Through Valleys travel to the Deep, Appointed to receive their Tide; There hast thou fix'd the Ocean's Bounds, The threat'ning Surges to repel; That they no more o'erpass their Mounds, Nor to a second Deluge swell. Part II 5 Yet thence in smaller Parties drawn, The Sea recovers her lost Hills; And starting Springs from ev'ry Lawn, Surprise the Vales with plenteous Rills: The Fields, tame Beasts are thither led, Weary with Labour, faint with Drought; And Asses on wild Mountains bred, Have Sense to find these Currents out. 6 There shady Trees from scorching Beams, Yield shelter to the feather'd Throng; They drink, and to the bounteous Stream, Return the Tribute of their Song: His Rains from Heav'n parch'd Jills recruit, That soon transmit the liquid Store; Till Earth is burthen'd with her Fruit, And Nature's Lap can hold no more. 7 Grass, for our Cattle to devour, He makes the Growth of ev'ry Field; Herbs, for Man's Use of various Pow'r, That either Food or Physick yield: With cluster'd Grapes he crowns the Vine, To chear Man's Heart, opprest with Cares; Give Oil that makes his Face to shine, And Corn that wasted Strength repairs. Part III 8 The Trees of God, without the Care, Or Art of Man, with Sap are fed; The Mountain Cedar looks as fair, As those in Royal Gardens bred: Safe in the lofty Cedar's Arms, The Wand'rers of the Air may rest; The hospitable Pine from Harms Protects the Stork, her pious Guest. 9 Wild Goats the craggy Rock ascend, Its tow'ring Heights their Fortress make; Whose Cells in labyrinths extend, Where feebler Creatures Refuge take: The Moon's inconstant Aspect shows Th'appointed Seasons of the Year; Th'instructed Sun his Duty knows, His Hours to rise and disappear. 10 Darkness he makes the Earth to shroud, When Forest Beasts securely stray; Young Lions roar their Wants aloud, To Providence, that sends them Prey: They range all Night, on Slaughter bent, 'Till summon'd by the rising Morn; To skulk in Dens, with one Consent, The conscious Ravagers return. 11 Forth to the Tillage of the Soil, The Husbandman securely goes; Commencing with the Sun his Toil, With him returns to his Repose: How various, LORD, thy Works are found, For which thy Wisdom we adore! The Earth is with thy Treasure crown'd, 'Till Nature's Hand can grasp no more. Part IV 12 But still, the vast unfathom'd Main, Of Wonders, a new Scene supplies; Whose Depths Inhabitants contain, Of ev'ry Form and ev'ry Size: Full-freighted Ships from ev'ry Port, There cut their unmolested Way; Leviathan, whom there to Sport Thou mad'st, his Compass there to play. 13 These various Troops of Sea and Land, In Sense of common Want agree; All wait on thy dispensing Hand, And have their daily Alms from thee: They gather what thy Stores disperse, Without their Trouble to provide: Thou op'st thy Hand, the Universe, The craving World is all supply'd. 14 Thou for a Moment hid'st thy Face, The num'rous Ranks of Creatures mourn; Thou tak'st their Breath, all Nature's Race, Forthwith to Mother Earth return: Again thou send'st thy Spirit forth, T'inspire the Mass with vital Seed; Nature's restor'd, and Parent Earth, Smiles on her new created Breed. 15 Thus through successive Ages stands, Firm fix'd thy providential Care; Pleas'd with the Work of thy own Hands, Thou dost the Wastes of Time repair: One Look of thine, one wrathful Look, Earth's panting Breast with Terror fills, One Touch from Thee, with Clouds of Smoke, In Darkness shrouds the proudest Hills. 16 In praising GOD, while he prolongs My Breath, I will that Breath employ; And join Devotion to my Songs, Sincere, as in Him is my Joy: While Sinners from Earth's Face are hurl'd, My Soul, praise thou his holy Name, 'Till with my Song, the list'ning World Join Concert, and his Praise proclaim. Topics: Songs of Praise to God the Creation and Providence Scripture: Psalm 104 Languages: English

Bless GOD, ye Servants that attend

Hymnal: PDTC1767 #CXXXIV (1767) Tune Title: [Bless God, ye Servants that attend] Lyrics: 1 Bless GOD, ye Servants that attend Upon the LORD's most solemn State; That in his Temple, Night by Night, With holy Fear and Rev'rence wait. 2 Within his House lift up hour Hands, And ever bless his holy Name; From Sion bless thy Israel, LORD, Ev'n thou, who Heav'n and Earth didst frame. Topics: Prayers Of the Church for her Ministers Scripture: Psalm 124 Languages: English

Bless'd is he, who fears the LORD

Hymnal: PDTC1767 #CXII (1767) Tune Title: [Bless'd is he, who fears the Lord] Lyrics: 1 Bless'd is he, who fears the LORD, And does his Laws obye, Great his Seed shall be on Earth, His Race shall not decay. Crown'd with Wealth his House shall be, To Mercy still inclin'd; Though in Trouble, he shall shine, The Blessing of Mankind. 2 Ort he lendeth to the Poor, His Words are always just; And his Glory shall survive, Though he should sleep in Dust. Him ill Tidings shall not move, Whose Heart on GOD relies; But in Safety see the Fall Of all his Enemies. 3 To the Needy he bestows, And doth their Wants supply; Thus his Righteousness shall last, His Horn be rais'd on high. This the Wicked shall behold, And gnash their Teeth in Pain; Whilst their Hopes but fruitless prove, And all their Wishes vain. Topics: Description of Blessings promised to the Pious and Charitable; Description of Confidence of Believers at all Times; Description of Happiness of Man; Prophecies Predictions of God's Judgment upon the Ungodly and Wicked Scripture: Psalm 112 Languages: English

Blest is the Man, to whom the GOD of Heaven

Hymnal: PDTC1767 #XXXII (1767) Tune Title: [Blest is the man, to whom the God of Heaven] Lyrics: 1 Blest is the Man, to whom the GOD of Heaven, All his Transgressions freely hath forgiven: Whose Guilt is cover'd, and shall not appear; At GOD's Tribunal to condemn him there. Thrice bless'd is he, who as he has transgressed, With contrite Heart hath all his Crimes confessed; To whom the LORD will not impute his Sin, And whose pure Soul from all Deceit is clean. 2 Whilst I concael'd my Sin, my heart was grieved, My Bones consuming could not be relieved; All Day, did I with Anguish roar; But no Complaints assuag'd my fretting Sore. Heavy, O LORD! thy Hand on me remain'd, And I was quite of vital Moisture drained; Like parched Lands, with Summer's Drought opprest, And equally by Day and Night distress'd. 3 But I no sooner had my Guilt disclosed, Than thy Forgiveness kindly interposed; I shew'd the Wound that tortur'd me within, And Mercy's healing Balm was poured in. Thus with Success Repentance shall be crowned, Whilst in the Flood the thoughtless Wretch is drowned: To those who seek, and would thy Pardon find, Thou art, O LORD! in mercy still inclin'd. Part II 4 Thy Mercies never fail, when I'm distressed, By thee, my haughty Foes are all suppressed: Thou art my Refuge, safe I will rejoice, And thee, my Saviour, praise with Heart and Voice. If then my safe Instructions you confide in, The sacred paths of Truth you will abide in; Your Progress I securely will direct, And with my watchful Eye your Ways protect. 5 Be ye like Men who Reason have attained, And not like those whose Fury must be reined; Behave not like th' ungovern'd Horse or Mule, But yield yourselves to Wisdom's sacred Rule, Sorrows on Sorrows ever multiplied, Are heap'd on those who have the LORD defied; While plenteous Mercy shall the Just surround, Who have in him their only Refuge found. 6 Then let the Saints be glad in GOD their Saviour; Rejoice, ye Righteous, in th' Almighty's Favour: Ye upright ones, your chearful Voices raise, In grateful Raptures sing JEHOVAH's Praise. Topics: Description of Fear and Service of the Lord; Description of Happiness of Man; Thanksgivings Forgivness of Sins Scripture: Psalm 32 Languages: English

Deliver me, O LORD, my GOD

Hymnal: PDTC1767 #LIX (1767) Tune Title: [Deliver me, O Lord, my God] Lyrics: 1 Deliver me, O LORD. my GOD, From all my cruel spiteful Foes; In my Defence exert thy Pow'r, To quell their Rage who me oppose: Preserve me from a wicked Race, Who make a Trade of doing Ill; Protect me from remorseless Men, Who daily seek my Blood to spill. 2 They lie in wait, and mighty Pow'rs Against my harmless Life combine, Implacable; yet LORD, Thou know'st, 'Tis done for no Offence of mine. In Haste they run about, and watch, IN Snares my guiltless Life to take; Look down, O LORD, on my Distress, And to my speedy Help awake! 3 Thou LORD of Hosts, and Israel's GOD, Their Heathen Rage at once suppress; Relentless Vengeance take on those, Who still most stubbornly transgress. At Evening, to beset my House, Like hungry growling Dogs they meet, While others thro' the City range, And lawless ransack ev'ry Street. 4 Their Throats envenom'd Slander breathe; Their Tongues are keen like sharpen'd Swords; "Who hears, (say they) or hearing, dares "Reprove or check our lawless Words?" But from thy awful Throne O LORD, Thou shalt their baffled Plots deride, And soon to Scorn and Shame expose, Their so much boasted heathen Pride. 5 On thee I wait; 'tis on thy Strength, For timely Succour I depend: 'Tis thou, O GOD, art my Defence, For thou alone canst me defend. Thy Mercy, LORD, which has so oft, From threat'ning Dangers set me free, Shall crown my Wishes, and at last Subdue my haughty Foes to me. Part II 6 Destroy them not, O LORD, at once, Restrain a while thy vengeful Blow; Lest we ungratefully, too soon Forget their sudden Overthrow. Disperse them thro' the Nations round, O GOD, by thy avenging Pow'r! Do thou bring down their haughty Pride, For thou art still our Shield and Tow'r. 7 Now in the Height of all their Hopes, Their growing Arrogance chastise, Whose Tongues have sinn'd without Restraint, And join'd to bitter Curses Lies: Nor shalt thou, whilst their Race endures, Thy righteous Anger, LORD, suppress, That distant Lands, by their just Doom, May Israel's powerful GOD confess. 8 At Evening let them still persist, Like hungry growling Dogs to meet; Still wander all the City round, And lawless traverse every Street: Then, as for Malice now they do, For pinching Hunger let them stray, And yell their vain Complaints aloud, Defeated of their wish'd-for Prey. 9 Whilst early I thy Mercy sing, And thy amazing Pow'r confess: For Thou hast been my sure Defence, My only Refuge in Distress. To thee, with never ceasing Praise, O GOD, my Strength! I'll loudly sing: Thou art my GOD, my Rock, from whence My Health, my Life, ny Safety spring. Topics: Prayers When surrounded by Enemies; Prophecies Prophetical Curses against the Enemies and Persecutors of the Chruch Scripture: Psalm 59 Languages: English

For ever bless'd be GOD, the LORD

Hymnal: PDTC1767 #CXLIV (1767) Tune Title: [For ever bless'd be God, the Lord] Lyrics: 1 For ever bless'd be GOD, the LORD, Who does his needful Aid impart, At once both Strength and Skill afford To wield my Arms with warlike Art; He is my Fort, my Tow'r and shield, And makes fierce Nations to me yield. 2 LORD, what's in Man that thou should'st love, Of him such tender Care to take? What in his Offspring could thee move, Such great Account of him to make? Man's Thoughts are vain, his Life doth fade, And passeth like a flying Shade. 3 In solemn State, O GOD, descend, Whilst Heav'n it's lofty Head inclines; The smoking Hills in sunder rend, Of thy Approach the awful Signs, With Lightnings fierce thy foes defeat, With Arrows make their Fall compleat. 4 Do thou, O LORD, from Heav'n engage Thy boundless Pow'r my Foes to quell; And snatch me from the stormy Rage Of threat'ning Waves that proudly swell; From Foes, whose Speeches all are vain, Whose right Hand Wickedness maintain. 5 So I to thee, O King of Kings, In new-made Hymns my Voice shall raise, And Instruments of various Strings Shall help me thus to sing thy Praise, "GOD does to Kings his Succour send, "His Servant David he'll defend." 6 Fight thou against my foreign Foes, Who utter Speeches false and vain; Who, though in solemn Leagues they close, Their sworn Engagements ne'er maintain; Our Sons shall then like Fruit-Trees grow, Our Daughters like fair Pillars show. 7 Our Garners fill'd with various Store, Shall us and ours with Plenty feed; Our Sheep, encreasing more and more, Shall Thousands and Ten thousands breed; Strong shall our lab'ring Oxen grow, Whilst we no War or Slav'ry know. 8 Our Wealth shall never feel Decay, No Sorrow in our Streets be found; Our Days in Peace shall glide away, Whilst we in ev'ry Good abound; Thrice happy is that Peoples Case, Whose various Blessing thus abound: Who GOD's true Worship still embrace. Topics: Description of Happiness of Man; Description of Misery and Vanity of human Life; Prayers When percecuted; Thanksgivings For Victories Scripture: Psalm 144 Languages: English

From distant Times thou hast remained

Hymnal: PDTC1767 #XC (1767) Tune Title: [From distant Times thou hast remained] Lyrics: 1 From distant Times thou hast remained, O LORD, our sure abiding Place; And by thy mighty Arm sustained, From Age to Age, thy chosen Race. Before the lofty Hills appeared, Or e'er thy Pow'r the Earth did frame, Thou wert as LORD supreme revered; And thou art evermore the same. 2 Frail Man, at thy fierce Indignation, Is turn'd to Dust, of which he's made; And when thou wouldst renew his Station, Thy Will is instantly obey'd. A Thousand Years to thee not seeming, Longer than as a fleeting Day, Or Midnight Watch, to Men when dreaming, Whose Hours in Silence waste away. 3 Thou sweep'st us off by thy great Power, We vanish hence like airy Dreams; At first we grow like some fair Flower That feels the Sun's refreshing Beams: But howsoever fresh and blooming, Its Beauty in the Morning shows, 'Tis soon cut down, and Flames consuming, Destroy it e'er the Ev'ning close. 4 We by thine Anger are distressed, And at thy Wrath we are dismay'd; Our Crimes, whene'er we have transgressed, Are all before thy Presence laid. Thy dreadful Indignation lasting, Our drooping Days in Grief we spend; Our Years in pining Sorrow wasting, Break off like Tales that quickly end. 5 Our Term in Sev'nty Years is ended, An Age which very few survive; But if that Term should be extended, And we at Eighty should arrive; Yet then our boasted Vigour failing, We waste away in Grief and Pain, The Hand of Death is soon prevailing, And we no longer may remain. Part II 6 But who, O LORD, thy sore Displeasure Does with a due Regard revere? And yet thou dost thine Anger measure, As more or less we learn to fear. LORD! let us be by thee respected, And teach us our short Date to mind; That, by true Wisdom still directed, Our Hearts may be to GOD inclin'd. 7 Turn thee, O GOD, to us distressed, And to thy Servants gracious be; Let us with Mercy soon be blessed, And make us still rejoice in thee. Since thou hast us with Sorrows vexed, LORD, wipe away our former Tears; And let us be no more perplexed, But comfort us with happier Years. 8 Let this thy wond'rous Work displayed, To all thy Servants, LORD< be shown; And, down to distant Times conveyed, O let thy glorious Pow'r be known! Be thy bright Rays to us inclined, And kindly give our Work Success; The glorious Work we have designed, Do thou, O LORD, vouchsafe to bless. Topics: Description of Misery and Vanity of human Life Scripture: Psalm 90 Languages: English