Psalm LXV

Before thy throne, O God of grace

Author: Anne Steele (1760)
Published in 1 hymnal

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I. Before thy throne, O God of grace,
Thy Sion would her vows perform;
Her ardent vows in deep distress—
O be her grateful praise as warm.

II. O thou who hear'st our humble cry,
Our God, our refuge and our stay;
To thee, shall mourning sinners fly,
To thee, shall ev'ry nation pray.

III. Tho' sin prevails with dreadful sway,
And hope almost expiring lies,
Thy grace shall purge our sins away,
And bid our dying hopes arise.

IV. Happy the man approv'd by thee,
Near to his God, thy chosen care;
Thy constant goodness he shall see,
The bounties of thy table share.

V. Whene'er thy injur'd people's cries
Ascend before thy awful throne,
All dreadful bright thy terrors rise,
And make thy grace and justice known.

VI. Thou art the confidence and stay
Of the wide earth's remotest ends;
And those who try the dang'rous sea,
On thee their hope, their all depends.

VII. Thy awful word, with potent found
Firm bade the solid mountains stand;
Thy pow'r encircles nature round;
All nature rests upon thy hand.

VIII. That word which stills the raging seas,
When the loud waves tempestuous roar,
Commands the warring world to peace;
And noise and tumult are no more.

IX. Thy dreadful signs display'd abroad,
Fill trembling nations with surprize;
The trembling nations own the God,
And lift their supplicating eyes.

X. The rising morn, the closing day,
Repeat thy praise with grateful voice;
Each in their turns thy pow'r display,
And laden with thy gifts rejoice.

XI. Earth's wide-extended varying scenes,
All smiling round thy bounty show;
From seas or clouds, full magazines,
Thy rich diffusive blessings flow.

XII. Now earth receives the precious seed,
Which thy indulgent hand prepares;
And nourishes the future bread,
And answers all the sower's cares.

XIII. Thy sweet refreshing show'rs attend,
And thro' the ridges gently flow,
Soft on the springing corn descend;
And thy kind blessing makes it grow.

XIV. Thy goodness crowns the circling year,
Thy paths drop fatness all around;
Ev'n barren wilds thy praise declare,
And echoing hills return the sound.

XV. Here spreading flocks adorn the plain,
There plenty ev'ry charm displays;
Thy bounty cloaths each lovely scene,
And joyful nature shouts thy praise.

Source: Poems on Subjects Chiefly Devotional, Vol. 2 #181

Author: Anne Steele

Anne Steele was the daughter of Particular Baptist preacher and timber merchant William Steele. She spent her entire life in Broughton, Hampshire, near the southern coast of England, and devoted much of her time to writing. Some accounts of her life portray her as a lonely, melancholy invalid, but a revival of research in the last decade indicates that she had been more active and social than what was previously thought. She was theologically conversant with Dissenting ministers and "found herself at the centre of a literary circle that included family members from various generations, as well as local literati." She chose a life of singleness to focus on her craft. Before Christmas in 1742, she declined a marriage proposal from contemporar… Go to person page >

Text Information

First Line: Before thy throne, O God of grace
Title: Psalm LXV
Author: Anne Steele (1760)
Language: English
Publication Date: 1760
Copyright: This text in in the public domain in the United States because it was published before 1923.


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Poems on Subjects Chiefly Devotional, Vol. 2 #181

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