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To Thee, the Judge inthron'd on high,
Shall injur'd Innocence apply:
O let my pray'r by Thee be heard,
From undissembling lips prefer'd;
O let my Doom from Thee proceed,
And gracious mark the upright deed.

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When night's dark shades were round me pour'd,
Thy thoughts my spirit have explor'd;
Say, to thy all-discerning eyes
If aught of guilt within me rise,
If offer'd violence and wrong
Have urg'd to Sin my thoughtless tongue.

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Taught by thy Word my stedfast mind

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Father of All! my soul defend;
On Thee my stedfast hopes depend.
" Thou, mightiest Lord, and none beside,
" Thou art my God, " my heart has cried:

2.

In vain, with grateful zeal, I burn
Thy boundless goodness to return;
In vain would gifts by Me bestow'd
Augment the treasures of my God.

3.

Yet shall my love on All descend,
Whose Souls to thy Decrees attend,
My heart's desire to each incline,
Whose saintlike Virtue marks him Thine.

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Who shall tow'rd thy chosen feat
Turn in glad approach his feet?
Who shall at thine Altars bend?
Who to Sion 's Hill ascend?
Who, great God, a welcome Guest,
On that hallow'd Mountain rest? —
He whose heart thy Love has warm'd,
He whose Will, to thine conform'd,
Bids his Life unsullied run;
He whose word and thought are one.

2.

He who ne'er with cruel aim
Seeks to wound an honest fame,
Nor with gloomy joy possess'd
Can a Brother's peace molest,
Or to Slander's tongue severe

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.

How long shall I, my God, in vain,
Prest by a weight of griefs, complain?
Say, shall I sink in deep despair,
For ever banish'd from thy care?

2.

Condemn'd thy absent beams to mourn
Still to divided counsels turn
My lab'ring thought, and hear the foe
Exulting triumph in my woe?

3.

Thy Suppliant's voice attentive weigh,
And bid, O bid, thy heav'nly ray
With healing influence o'er me rise,
Ere death's dark slumber close my eyes.

4.

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O Help me, Lord: For none I see,
Whose acts conform to thy Decree;
Nor truth nor faith my search can trace
Amid the sons of human race.

2.

New Plans of fraud each Mind has known,
And speaks a language not its own;
Their Lips have learn'd with specious Art
To veil the Purpose of the Heart:

3.

But God with vengeance arm'd shall rise,
The tongue of Flatt'ry to chastise,
And Justice to the lip of Pride
Its stroke with aim unerring guide.

4.

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On God my stedfast hopes rely:
Why urge ye then my soul to fly,
And swift on trembling wings convey'd
To seek the mountain's cov'ring shade?
See, prompt to ill, th' insidious foe
Now couch'd in secret bend the bow,
Now to the string adjust the dart,
That thirsts to wound the guiltless heart:
While Justice mourns her Base o'erthrown,
Say who the injur'd cause shall own?

2.

Thou, Lord, that cause wilt still sustain;
Thou, thron'd amid thy heav'nly fane,
Shalt cast, regardful, from on high

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Warm'd to its inmost depth my breast
Thanks, not by words to be express'd,
Conceives, nor shall my grateful tongue
E'er leave thy wondrous acts unsung.

2.

Thee, Lord, I boast my bliss supreme,
Thy praise my song's exhaustless theme;
O higher than the highest, hail!
Thou, Thou hast bid my cause prevail.

3.

Lo! from the terror of thine eye
My foes with stumbling step shall fly,
Or, struck by thy resistless hand,
In heaps promiscuous strew the Land.

4.

1.

Immortal King! Thro' Earth's wide frame
How great thy honour, praise, and name!
Whose reign o'er distant worlds extends
Whose glory heav'n's vast height transcends

2.

From infants Thou canst strength upraise,
And form their lisping tongues to praise,
That struck with awe, each wrathful band
In mute astonishment may stand.

3.

When, rapt in thought, with watchful eye
I view the wonders of the sky,
Whose frame thy fingers o'er our head
In rich magnificence have spread, —

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O Save me, Lord, and to my foes
Do Thou (in Thee I trust) oppose
Thy pow'r, and let the arm divine,
Stretch'd in my cause, bespeak me thine:

2.

Lest, while I mourn thy absent aid,
The Lion fierce my soul invade,
Pleas'd, with my blood his thirst allay,
And rend the unresisting prey.

3.

My God, if truth their censure guide,
If guilt be in my facts descried,
If e'er from my dissembling heart
My Friend has found the hostile part, —

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