While sharp reproaches wound my ears,
Nor give my spirit rest.

7 My cup is mingled with my woes,
And tears are my repast;
My daily bread like ashes

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Unpleasant to my taste.

8 Sense can afford no real joy

To souls that feel thy frown;
Lord, 'twas thy hand advanc'd me high;
Thy hand hath cast me down.

9 My looks like wither'd leaves appear;
And life's declining light
Grows faint, as ev'ning shadows arè,
That vanish into night.

10 But thou for ever art the same,
O my eternal God!

Ages to come shall know thy name,
And spread thy works abroad.

11 Thou wilt arise and show thy face;
Nor will my Lord delay
Beyond the appointed hour of grace,
That long expected day.

12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry; And by mysterious ways

Redeems the pris'ners doom'd to die,
And fills their tongues with praise.
PSALM 102. Second Part. C. M.
Prayer heard, and the church revived.

1LET Zion and her sons rejoice:

Behold the promis'd hour!

Her God hath heard her mourning voice, And comes t'exalt his pow'r.

2 Her dust and ruins, that remain, Are precious in our eyes;

Those ruins shall be built again,
And all that dust shall rise.
3 The Lord will raise Jerusalem,
And stand in glory there :
Nations shall bow before his name,
And kings attend with fear.
4 He sits a sov❜reign on his throne,
With pity in his eyes;

He hears the dying pris'ners' groan,
And sees their sighs arise.

5 He frees the souls condemn'd to death; And when his saints complain,

It shan't be said, "That praying breath
"Was ever spent in vain.'

This shall be known when we are dead,
And left on long record;

That ages yet unborn may read,
And trust, and praise the Lord.

PSALM 102. Third Part.

L. M.

The saints die, but Christ and the church live. IT is the Lord our Saviour's hand Τ

Weakens our strength amid the race: Disease and death, at his command, Arrest us and cut short our days. 2 Spare us, O Lord, aloud we pray, Nor let our sun go down at noon : Thy years are one eternal day; And must thy children die so soon? 3 Yet in the midst of death and grief, This thought our sorrow shall assuage; "Our Father and our Saviour live: "Christ is the same thro' ev'ry age."

4 'Twas he, this earth's foundation laid; Heav'n is the building of his hand :

This earth grows old, these heav'ns shall fade, And all be chang'd at his command. 5 The starry curtains of the sky, Like garments, shall be laid aside; But still thy throne stands firm and high; Thy church for ever must abide.

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6 Before thy face thy church shall live,
And on thy throne thy children reign:
This dying world shall they survive,
And the dead saints be rais'd again.

PSALM 103. First Part. S. M.
Praise for spiritual and temporal mercies.
BLESS the Lord, my soul!
Let all within me join:

And aid my tongue to bless his name,
Whose favours are divine.

2 O bless the Lord, my soul!
Nor let his mercies lie
Forgotten in unthankfulness,
And without praises die.
3 'Tis he forgives thy sins;
'Tis he relieves thy pain;
Tis he that heals thy sicknesses,
And makes thee young again.

4 He crowns thy life with love,

When ransom❜d from the grave;
He, that redeem'd my soul from hell,
Hath sov'reign pow'r to save.

5 He fills the poor with good,
He gives the suff'rers rest;
The Lord hath judgments for the proud,
And justice for th' opprest.

6 His wondrous works and ways
He made by Moses known;

But sent the world his truth and grace,

By his beloved Son.

PSALM 103.

Second Part. S. M.

Mercy in the midst of judgment.

1 MY soul, repeat his praise,
Μ Whose mercies are so great;

Whose anger is so slow to rise,
So ready to abate.

2 God will not always chide: And when his strokes are felt, His strokes are fewer than our crimes, And lighter than our guilt. 3 High as the heav'ns are rais'd Above the ground we tread; So far the riches of his grace

Our highest thoughts exceed. 4 His pow'r subdues our sins: And his forgiving love,

Far as the east is from the west, Doth all our guilt remove. 5 The pity of the Lord,

To those that fear his name, Is such, as tender parents feel :

He knows our feeble frame. 6 He knows we are but dust, Scatter'd with ev'ry breath; His anger, like a rising wind,

Can send us swift to death. 7 Our days are as the grass,

Or like the morning flow'r :

If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field,
It withers in an hour.

8 But thy compassions, Lord,
To endless years endure :

And children's children ever find
Thy words of promise sure.
PSALM 103. Third Part. S. M.
Bless the Lord his angels, and all his works.
HE Lord the sov'reign King,
Hath fix'd his throne on high:
O'er all the heav'nly world he rules,
And all beneath the sky,

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2 Ye angels, great in might,

And swift to do his will;
Bless ye the Lord, whose voice ye hear,
Whose pleasure ye fulfil.

3 Let the bright hosts who wait
The orders of their King,
And guard his churches when they pray,
Join in the praise they sing.

4 While all his wondrous works
Thro' his vast kingdom show
Their Maker's glory; thou, my soul,
Shalt sing his praises too.

PSALM 104. First Part. L. M: The glory of God in creation and providence: Y soul, thy great Creator praise; When cloth'd in his celestial rays, He in full majesty appears,

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And, like a robe, his glory wears.

2 The heav'ns are for his curtains spread,
Th' unfathom'd deep he makes his bed:
Clouds are his chariots, when he flies
On winged storms across the skies.
3 Angels, whom his own breath inspires,
His ministers, are flaming fires;

And swift, as thought, their armies moye
To bear his vengeance, or his love.