v.22,3,6,17-20 L. M. The prosperity of sinners cursed. Lord, what a thoughtless wretch was I, To mourn, and murmur, and repine, To see the wicked placed on high, In pride and robes of honor
The love of Christ to the church, in his language to her, And provisions for her. SS 7:5-13. Now in the galleries of his grace Appears the King, and thus he says, “How fair
Original and actual sin confessed. Lord, I am vile, conceived in sin; And born unholy and unclean; Sprung from the man whose guilty fall Corrupts the race, and taints us all. Soon as we
v.14,15 C. M. Death and the resurrection. Ye sons of pride, that hate the just And trample on the poor, When death has brought you down to dust, Your pomp shall rise no more.
Providences of God recorded. Let children hear the mighty deeds Which God performed of old, Which in our younger years we saw, And which our fathers told. He bids us make his glories known,
Afflicted saints happy, and prosperous sinners cursed. Now I’m convinced the Lord is kind To men of heart sincere; Yet once my foolish thoughts repined, And bordered on despair. I grieved to see the
Why should I join with those in Play, In whom I’ve no delight, Who curse and swear, but never pray, Who call ill Names, and fight. I hate to hear a wanton Song, Their
Religion vain without love. 1 Cor. 13:1-3. Had I the tongues of Greeks and Jews, And nobler speech, that angels use, If love be absent, I am found, Like tinkling brass, an empty sound.
The rich sinner dying. Psa. 49:6,9; Eccl. 8:8; Job 3:14,15. In vain the wealthy mortals toil, And heap their shining dust in vain, Look down and scorn the humble poor, And boast their lofty
Pleading with submission. O thou whose grace and justice reign Enthroned above the skies, To thee our hearts would tell their pain, To thee we lift our eyes. As servants watch their master’s hand,
v.19,9,20-22 L. M. Praise for temporal blessings; or, Common and special mercies. We bless the Lord, the just, the good, Who fills our hearts with joy and food: Who pours his blessings from the
The wonderful formation of man. ‘Twas from thy hand, my God, I came, A work of such a curious frame In me thy fearful wonders shine, And each proclaims thy skill divine. Thine eyes
v.14-16,22-24 C. M. Christ our strength and righteousness. My Savior, my almighty Friend, When I begin thy praise, Where will the growing numbers end, The numbers of thy grace? Thou art my everlasting trust,
Secret devotion and spiritual-mindedness. Ver. 147,55 To thee, before the dawning light My gracious God, I pray; I meditate thy name by night, And keep thy law by day. Ver. 81 My spirit faints
God holy, just, and sovereign. Job 9:2-10. How should the sons of Adam’s race Be pure before their God? If he contend in righteousness, We fall beneath his rod. To vindicate my words and