2 Let not thy face be hid from me,
Nor frown my soul away;
God of my life! I fly to thee,
In a distressing day.
3 Should friends and kindred, near and dear,
Leave me to want, or die,
My God would make my life his care,
And all my need supply.
mp 4 My fainting flesh had died with grief,
Had not my soul believed,
To see thy grace provide relief;-
Nor was my hope deceived.
mf 5 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints!
And keep your courage up;
He'll raise your spirit when it faints,
And far exceed your hope.
PSALM 27, Third Part, C. M.
God's Sanctuary, a Refuge.
RANT me within thy courts a place,
Among thy saints a seat;
For ever to behold thy face,
And worship at thy feet;
2 In thy pavilion to abide,
When storms of trouble blow,
And in thy tabernacle hide,
Secure from every foe.
aff 3 Then leave me not when griefs assail,
And earthly comforts flee;
When father, mother, kindred fail,
My God! remember me.
4 Wait on the Lord, with courage wait,
My soul! disdain to fear;
The righteous Judge is at the gate,
And thy redemption near.
PSALM 27, 7s.
God, the Orphan's Hope.
THEN my cries ascend to thee,
Hear, Jehovah! from afar;
Let thy tender mercies be
Still propitious to my prayer.
When thou badest me seek thy face,
Quickly did my heart reply,
Resting on thy word of grace,—
"Thee I'll seek, O Lord most high!"
aff 2 Should the world deceitful prove,
And no more its help I share,―
Though decayed a mother's love,
Though withdrawn a father's care,—
Then Jehovah's guardian eye
Shall my orphan state defend,
Shall a parent's place supply,-
He, my guardian, father, friend.
In darkness and temptation,
My light, my help is near:
Though hosts encamp around me,
Firm to the fight I stand;
What terror can confound me,
With God at my right hand?
2 Place on the Lord reliance,
My soul! with courage wait;
His truth be thine affiance,
When faint and desolate:
His might thy heart shall strengthen,
His love thy joy increase;
Mercy thy days shall lengthen,
The Lord will give thee peace.
Prayer and Deliverance from Temptation.
To thee, O Lord! I raise my cries,
My fervent prayer in mercy hear;
For ruin waits my trembling soul,
If thou refuse a gracious ear.
2 While suppliant toward thy holy hill,
I lift my feeble hands to pray,
Afford thy grace, nor drive me still
With impious hypocrites away.
3 For ever blesséd be the Lord,
Whose mercy hears my mournful voice!
My heart, that trusted in his word,
In his salvation shall rejoice.
4 Let every saint, in sore distress,
By faith approach his Saviour God;
Then grant, O Lord! thy pard'ning grace,
And feed thy church with heavenly food.
PSALM 28, C. M.
Deliverance from evil Companions.
THE giddy world, with flattering tongue,
Had charmed my soul astray;
And lured my heedless feet to death,
Along the flowery way.
2 For me they dug the secret pit,
And formed the hidden snare;
Thoughtless, I followed where they led,
Nor saw destruction near.
3 My heart, with agonizing prayer,
Besought the Lord to save;
Unseen, he seized my trembling hand,
And brought me from the grave.
mf 4 He broke the charm which drew my feet To darkness and the dead;
From lips profane, and tongue impure,
With trembling steps I fled.
mf 5 Homeward I flew to find my God,
And seek his face divine;
Restored to peace, to hope, to life,
To Zion's friends and mine.
6 My lips thy wondrous works shall sing,
My heart adore thy grace;
Thenceforth be love my sweet employ,
And all my pleasure praise.
PSALM 29, First Part, L. M.
Storm and Thunder.
IVE to the Lord, ye sons of fame!
Give to the Lord renown and power;
Ascribe due honors to his name,
And his eternal might adore.
2 The Lord proclaims his power aloud,
Over the ocean and the land;
His voice divides the watery cloud,
And lightnings blaze at his command.
3 He speaks,--and tempest, hail and wind,
Lay the wide forest bare around;
The fearful hart, and frighted hind,
Leap at the terror of the sound.
4 To Lebanon he turns his voice,
And lo! the stately cedars break;
The mountains tremble at the noise,
The valleys roar, the deserts quake.
5 The Lord sits sovereign on the flood;
The Thunderer reigns for ever king;
But makes his church his blest abode,
Where we his awful glories sing.
PSALM 29, Second Part, L. M.
The powerful God.
ETERNAL God, eternal King,
Ruler of heaven, and earth beneath!
From thee our hopes, our comforts spring;
In thee we live, and move, and breathe.
2 Thy word brought forth the flaming sun,
The changeful moon, the starry host;
In thine appointed course they run,
Till in the final ruin lost.
3 At thy command the storm is dumb:
And to the sea thy power hath said,-
"No further shalt thou dare to come,
And here shall thy proud waves be stayed."
4 Thy sway is known below, above,
And full of majesty thy voice;
And, as it speaks in wrath or love,
The nations tremble or rejoice.
5 The final, awful hour is near,
Time passes on with ceaseless tread,
When opening graves thy voice shall hear,
And render up the sleeping dead.
6 Oh! in that great decisive day,
May we be found in Christ, and stand,
While flaming worlds shall melt away,
Owned and approved at thy right hand.
PSALM 29, 11s.
Ascriptions of Glory to God.
f" 1 IVE glory to God in the highest; give praise, Ye noble! ye mighty! with joyful accord; All-wise are his counsels, all perfect his ways; In the beauty of holiness worship the Lord. 2 The voice of the Lord on the ocean is known, The God of eternity thunders abroad;
The voice of the Lord, from the depth of his throne,
Is terror and power;-all nature is awed.
3 At the voice of the Lord, the tall cedars are bowed,
And towers from their base into ruin are hurled;
The voice of the Lord, from the dark-bosomed
Dissevers the lightning in flames o'er the world. 4 The voice of the Lord, thro' the calm of the wood, Awakens its echoes, strikes light thro' its caves; The Lord sitteth King on the turbulent flood; The winds are his servants,-his servants the
5 The Lord is the strength of his people; the Lord
Gives health to his chosen, and peace evermore;
Then throng to his temple, his glory record;
But Oh! when he speaketh-in silence adore.
PSALM 30, First Part, L. M.
Divine Compassion acknowledged.
WILL extol thee, Lord! on high;
At thy command diseases fly;
Who, but a God, can speak, and save
From the dark borders of the grave?
2 Sing to the Lord, ye saints! and prove
How large his grace-how kind his love;
Let all your powers rejoice, and trace
The wondrous records of his grace.
3 His anger but a moment stays;
His love is life, and length of days;
Though grief and tears the night employ,
The morning star restores the joy.
PSALM 30, Second Part, L. M.
Divine Compassion acknowledged.
was my health; my day was bright; And I presumed 't would ne'er be night;
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