LI.-PART II. TOUCH Thou my lips, my tongue untie, Thy praise and wond'rous works alway. And as for outward sacrifice, I would have offer'd many one; The heavy heart, the mind opprest, And this Thou chiefly dost expect. Lord, unto Sion turn Thy face, Pour out Thy mercies on Thy hill, And on Jerusalem Thy grace, Build up her walls and love her still. PSALM LXI. WHEN Overwhelm'd with grief Oh lead me to the rock That's high above my head, P Within Thy presence, Lord, Oh give me then the lot Of those that fear Thy name; If endless life be their reward, May I possess the same. PSALM LXVIII. LET God arise, and all His foes Praise ye Jehovah's name, whose throne That calls the weary wand'rers home. PSALM LXXI. My God, my everlasting hope, Still hath my life new wonders seen Behold! my days which yet remain, up, Reject me not when strength declines, Then in the hist❜ry of my age, PSALM XC. O GOD, our help in ages past, Before the hills in order stood, A thousand ages in Thy sight, Short as the watch that ends the night So teach us to compute our days, That safely we, through wisdom's ways, PSALM XCIX, THE Lord Jehovah reigns, In Zion is His throne, His honours are divine: His truth shall make His wonders known, For there His glories shine. How holy is His name! How awful is His praise! Justice, and truth, and wisdom join In all His works of grace. Exalt the Lord our God, PSALM CIII. My soul repeat His praise, High as the heav'ns are rais'd The pity of the Lord To them that fear His name ; All Thy compassions, Lord, PSALM CIV.—PART II. How sundry, O Lord, are all Thy works found! With wisdom full great they are indeed wrought; So that the whole world of Thy praise doth sound; And as for Thy riches, they pass all men's thought. All things on Thee wait, Thou dost them relieve, And Thou in due time full well dost them feed; And when it doth please Thee the same for to give, They gather full gladly those things which they need. Thou open'st Thy hand, and they find such grace That they with good things are filled we see; But sore they are troubled if Thou hide Thy face, For if Thou their breath take, vile dust then they be. |