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1.

Thy Mercy, Lord, amidst my woes,
To my desiring eyes disclose;
Propitious to thy servant's heart
Thy wonted clemency impart:

2.

Let me, my hope on Thee reclin'd,
Beneath thy wings a refuge sind,
Till thy prevailing beams dispel
The clouds of grief that o'er me dwell.

3.

To Thee, the God who reigns on high,
To Thee with suppliant voice I cry,
Assur'd that Thou, indulgent still,
My plaint shalt hear, my pray'r fulfil,

4.

1.

O Reach me, Lord, thy aiding pow'r,
While hostile troops my strength devour;
My strength devour, and day by day
With fiercest threats my heart dismay:
Yet Trust in Thee my spirit chears,
And checks my sighs, and wipes my tears.

2.

Thy promise, Lord, to notes of praise
In each distress my song shall raise;
Thy word my breast with joy shall swell,
And all my anxious cares dispel:
God in my cause his arm will rear;
And Man, shall Man excite my fear?

3.

1.

O Hear my voice, All-potent Sire,
Nor distant from the pray'r retire,
Whose accents to thine ear impart
The anguish of my heaving heart.

2.

A Croud, whose thoughts from Thee have stray'd,
With falsehood arm'd, my peace invade,
And, leagu'd in sin, reproaching foes
With settled hate my steps inclose.

3.

Oppression's shouts around me roar,
Death's blackest horrors whelm me o'er,
And griefs and fears, that shun controul,
Shake to its inmost depth my soul.

4.

1.

Thy Name my stedfast heart avows;
Do Thou my injur'd cause espouse,
And be thy Strength my aid:
My plaints, eternal Monarch, hear,
And let them by thy pitying ear
With full regard be weigh'd.

2.

For Nations from thy fear estrang'd,
With Tyrants fierce, against me rang'd,
My guiltless soul pursue:
But 'midst my helpers Heav'n's high Lord
Shall stand, and faithful to his word

1.

Behold the Fool, whose heart denies
The God who form'd the Earth and Skies:
While, fearless, sin's worst paths he treads,
Mark how the dire example spreads.

2.

Of Man's whole race not one we find
To Virtue's Heav'n-taught rules inclin'd,
Who 'midst infectious times has stood
Unstain'd, and obstinately good.

3.

Th' eternal Monarch from on high
Cast on the Sons of Earth his eye,
If haply some he yet might see
True to their God, from error free.

4.

1.

Why, Tyrant, boasts thy heart the pow'r
To work a Brother's woe;
While God his mercy bids each hour
In streams unmeasur'd flow?

2.

With joy thy tongue, to falsehood prone,
Its venom deals around;
Nor razor sharpen'd on the stone
Inflicts so deep a wound.

3.

Thy lips far readier Ill than Good
And Lies than Truth have sought;
Nor e'er has word that aim'd at blood

1.

O Lord, whose Mercies vast amount,
Nor words nor numbers can recount,
Let now thy clemency divine
Conspicuous in my pardon shine:

2.

O let the fulness of thy grace
Each error of my life efface,
Its influence to my soul convey,
And wash my ev'ry stain away.

3.

My conscious heart its guilt shall own;
My Deed to Thee, and Thee alone,
Obnoxious, nor the day nor night
Conceals from my abhorring sight.

4.

Right is thy sentence, holiest Lord,

1.

The Lord, th' Almighty Monarch, spake,
And bade the Earth the summons take,
Far as his eyes the realms survey
Of rising and declining day.

2.

Reveal'd from Sion 's sacred bound,
The Seat with matchless beauty crown'd,
Our God his course shall downward bend,
Nor silent to his Work descend.

3.

At his approach the fire shall blaze,
And kindled pour its streaming rays;
Devouring flames shall march before,
And mightiest tempests round him roar.

4.

1.

Ye Nations, hear: Ye Sons of Earth,
Of highest or obscurest birth,
Ye who from wealth's full board are fed,
And Ye who eat with toil your bread.

2.

My words with just attention weigh,
And listen to the hallow'd Lay;
While, touch'd with holy fire, my tongue
Forms to the harp the mystic song.

3.

My lips shall Wisdom's lessons yield,
My heart, with noblest science fill'd,
Shall prompt me with obedient ear
The Heav'n-descending truths to hear.

4.

1.

Great is our God: With warmest zeal
O let his name be blest,
Within the precincts of his Hill,
And City of his rest.

2.

Fair is that Hill; how wondrous fair!
Imperial Sion 's Seat:
There centers, Earth, thy Joy, and there
Its measure owns complete.

3.

Her Walls, while there his lov'd recess
The Northern Heav'n surveys,
With safety God vouchsases to bless,