Deliverance from oppression and falsehood. O Thou whose justice reigns on high, And makes th’ oppressor cease, Behold how envious sinners try To vex and break my peace. The sons of violence and lies
v.12-15 L. M. Grace above riches; or, The happy nation. Happy the city where their sons, Like pillars round a palace set, And daughters, bright as polished stones, Give strength and beauty to the
Praise to God from all nations. O all ye nations, praise the Lord, Each with a diff’rent tongue; In every language learn his word, And let his name be sung. His mercy reigns through
With God is terrible majesty. Terrible God, that reign’st on high, How awful is thy thund’ring hand! Thy fiery bolts, how fierce they fly! Nor can all earth or hell withstand. This the old
The same; or, The martyrs glorified. Rev. 7:13ff. “These glorious minds, how bright they shine! Whence all their white array? How came they to the happy seats Of everlasting day?” From torturing pains to
Prayer for quickening grace. Ver. 25,37 My soul lies cleaving to the dust; Lord, give me life divine; From vain desires and every lust Turn off these eyes of mine. I need the influence
Melancholy assaulting, and hope prevailing. To God I cried with mournful voice, I sought his gracious ear, In the sad day when troubles rose, And filled the night with fear. Sad were my days,
A Psalm before prayer. Sing to the Lord Jehovah’s name, And in his strength rejoice; When his salvation is our theme, Exalted be our voice. With thanks approach his awful sight, And psalms of
v.7-9,13-18 C. M. The seasons of the year. With songs and honors sounding loud, Address the Lord on high; Over the heav’ns he spreads his cloud, And waters veil the sky. He sends his
Praise God, all his saints or, The saints judging the world. All ye that love the Lord, rejoice, And let your songs be new; Amidst the church with cheerful voice His later wonders show.
The description of Christ the beloved. SS 5:9-16. The wond’ring world inquires to know Why I should love my Jesus so: What are his charms,” say they, “above The objects of a mortal love?”
Rejoice, ye righteous, in the Lord, This work belongs to you; Sing of his name, his ways, his word, How holy, just, and true. His mercy and his righteousness Let heav’n and earth proclaim;
Imperfection of nature, and perfection of scripture. Ver. 96, paraphrased. Let all the heathen writers join To form one perfect book; Great God! if once compared with thine, How mean their writings look! Not
The Christian’s treasure. 1 Cor. 3:21. How vast the treasure we possess! How rich thy bounty, King of grace! This world is ours, and worlds to come; Earth is our lodge, and heav’n our
Warning to magistrates. Judges, who rule the world by laws, Will ye despise the righteous cause, When th’ injured poor before you stands? Dare ye condemn the righteous poor, And let rich sinners ‘scape
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