Her friends withdraw, her foes grow bold; Truth fails, and love is waxen cold. 4 O haste, with ev'ry gift inspir'd, With glory, truth, and grace attir'd, Thou Star of heav'n's eternal morn; Thou Sun, whom beams divine adorn! 5 Assert the honour of thy name; O'erwhelm thy foes with fear and shame: Then, send thy Spirit from above, And change their enmity to love. 6 Saints shall be glad before thy face, And grow in faith, in truth, and grace: Thy church shall blossom in thy sight, Yield fruits of peace and pure delight. 7 O hither, then, thy footsteps bend; Swift as a roe, from hills descend; Mild as the sabbath's cheerful ray, Till life unfolds eternal day! PSALM 71. First Part. C. M. The aged saint's reflection and hope. "Y God, my everlasting hope, Thy hands have held my childhood up, 2 My flesh was fashion'd by thy pow'r, And, from my mother's painful hour, 3 Still hath my life new wonders seen Behold! my days that yet remain, 4 Cast me not off when strength declines, When hoary hairs arise; And round me let thy glory shine, 5 Then in the hist'ry of my age, PSALM 71. Second Part. 0. M. Christ is our strength and righteousness. MY Y Saviour, my Almighty Friend, Where will the growing numbers end, 2 Thou art my everlasting trust, And, since I knew thy graces first, 3 My feet shall travel all the length And march with courage in thy strength, 4 When I am fill'd with sore distress I'll plead thy perfect righteousness, 5 How will my lips rejoice to tell My soul, redeem'd from sin and hell, 6 My tongue shall all the day proclaim His death hath brought my foes to shame; He sav'd me by his blood. 7 Awake, awake, my tuneful pow'rs, With this delightful song: 1 I'll entertain the darkest hours, PSALM 71. Third Part. C. M. The aged Christian's prayer and song. OD of my childhood, and my youth, GThe guide of all my days, I have declar'd thy heav'nly truth, 2 Wilt thou forsake my hoary hairs, 3 Let me thy pow'r and truth proclaim And leave a savour of thy name, 4 The land of silence and of death Attends my next remove: may these poor remains of breath Teach the wide world thy love! 5 Thy righteousness is deep and high; Thy glory spreads beyond the sky, 6 Oft have I heard thy threat'nings roar, But when thy hand has prest me sore, 7 By long experience have I known 8 When I lie buried deep in dust, 1 These with'ring limbs with thee I trust, G PSALM 72. First Part. L. M. The kingdom of Christ. REAT God, whose universal sway The known and unknown worlds obey, Now give the kingdom to thy Son, Extend his pow'r, exalt his throne. 2 Thy sceptre well becomes his hands, All heav'n submits to his commands; His justice shall avenge the poor, And pride and rage prevail no more. 3 With pow'r he vindicates the just, And treads th' oppressor in the dust; His worship and his fear shall last, Till hours, and years, and time be past. 4 As rain on meadows newly mown, So shall he send his influ'nce down: His grace on fainting souls distils, Like heav'nly dew on thirsty hills. 5 The heathen lands, that lie beneath The shades of overspreading death, Revive at his first dawning light, And deserts blossom at the sight. 6 The saints shall flourish in his days, Drest in the robes of joy and praise: Peace, like a river, from his throne J' L. M. The kingdom of Christ among the Gentiles. 3 People and realms of ev'ry tongue And all the sons of want are blest. 5 Where he displays his healing pow'r, 6 Let ev'ry creature rise and bring T The glory of Christ. C. M. HE mem'ry of Christ's glorious name |