The law that issues from thy mouth,
Shall raise my cheerful passions more
Than all the treasures of the south,
Or western hills of golden ore.
Ver. 73.
5 Thy hands have made my mortal frame;
Thy spirit form'd my soul within;
Teach me to know thy wondrous name,
And guard me safe from death and sin.
6 Then all that love and fear the Lord,
At my salvation shall rejoice;
For I have hoped in thy word,
And made thy grace my only choice.
430. C. M. Dr. Doddridge. Deliverance celebrated. Psalm cxvi. 8. OOK back, my soul, with grateful love,
LOOK my Gouwidge
Praise him for his unnumber'd gifts,
And praise him for his Son.
2 How oft has his indulgent hand,
My flowing eye-lids dried,
And rescu'd from impending death,
When I in danger cried!
3 When on the bed of death I lay,
With sickness sore oppress'd,
How oft hath he assuag'd my grief,
And lull'd my eyes to rest!
4 Back from destruction's yawning pit,
At his command, I came;
He fed th' expiring lamp anew,
And rais'd its feeble flame.
5 My soul from everlasting death
Is, by his mercy, brought,
To tell in Zion's sacred gates
The wonders he hath wrought.
6 Still will I walk before his face
While he this life prolongs;
Till grace shall all its work complete,
And teach me heav'nly songs.
431. C. M. Dr. Watts.
Deliverance from great Distress.
Ps. xl. 1, 2, 3, 5, 17.
'I lie bow'd to hear my cry: WAITED patient for the Lord,
He saw me resting on his word,
And brought salvation nigh.
2 He raised me from a horrid pit,
Where mourning long I lay,
And from my bonds releas'd my feet,
Deep bonds of miry clay.
3 Firm on a rock he made me stand,
And taught my cheerful tongue
To praise the wonders of his hand,
In a new thankful song.
4 I'll spread his works of grace abroad,
The saints with joy shall hear,
And sinners learn to make my God
Their only hope and fear.
5 When I'm afflicted, poor, and low,
And light and peace depart,
My God beholds my heavy woe,
And bears me on his heart.
432. C. M. Dr. Watts.
Strength from Heaven. Isa. xl. 27-31.
THENCE do our mournful thoughts arise!
And where's our courage fled?
Has restless sin and raging hell
Struck all our comforts dead?
2 Have we forgot th' almighty name,
That form'd the earth and sea?
And can an all-creating arm
Grow weary, or decay?
3 Treasures of everlasting might
In our Jehovah dwell:
He gives the conquest to the weak,
And treads their foes to hell.
4 Mere mortal pow'r shall fade and die,
And youthful vigour cease;
But we that wait upon the Lord,
Shall feel our strength increase.
5 The saints shall mount on eagle's wings,
And taste the promis'd bliss,
Till their unwearied feet arrive
Where perfect pleasure is.
433. L. M. Dr. Watts.
The Christian's Improvement of Christ's Death.
LORD, didst thou send thy Son to die,
For such a guilty wretch as I?
And shall thy mercy not impart
The Spirit-to renew my heart?
2 Lord, hast thou wash'd my garments clean,
In Jesu's blood, from shame and sin?
Shall I not strive with all iny pow'r,
That sin pollute my soul no more?
3 Shall I not bear my Father's rod,
The kind correction of my God?
When Christ, on the accursed tree,
Sustain'd a heavier curse for me!
4 Why should I dread my dying day,
Since Christ hath took my curse away;
And taught me with my latest breath,
To triumph o'er thy terrors, death?
50! rather let me wish and cry,
When shall my soul get loose and fly
To upper worlds? When shall I see
The Sou of God, who died for me?'
6 I shall behold his glories there:
And pay him my eternal share
Of praise, and gratitude, and love,
Among ten thousand saints above.
434. C. M. Dr. Watts.
Hope of Heaven our Support under Trials on Earth.
WHEN I can read my title clear
To mansions in the skies,
I bid farewell to every fear,
And wipe my weeping eyes.
2 Should earth against my soul engage,
And hellish darts be hurl'd,
Then I can smile at Satan's rage,
And face a frowning world.
3 Let cares like a wild deluge come,
And storms of sorrow fall,
May I but safely reach my home,
My God, my heav'n, my all!
4 There shall I bathe my weary soul
In seas of heav'nly rest:
And not a wave of trouble roll
Across my peaceful breast.
435. S. M. Dr. Watts.
Forgiveness of Sins upon Confession.
Pealm xxxii.
BLESSED souls are they
Whose sius are cover'd o'er!
Divinely blest, to whom the Lord
Imputes their guilt no more.
2 They mourn their follies past,
And keep their hearts with care;
Their lips and lives without deceit,
Shall prove their faith sincere.
3 While I conceal'd my guilt,
I felt the fest'ring wound;
Till I confess'd my sins to thee,
And ready pardon found.
4 Let sinuers seek the Lord,
Let saints keep near the throne;
Our help, in times of deep distress,
Is found in God alone.
436. C. M. Dr. Watts. Psalm xxxii.
HAPPY the man to whom his God
more imputes his sin;
But wash'd in the Redeemer's blood,
Hath made his garments clean!
2 Happy beyond expression he
Whose debts are thus discharg'd;
And from the guilty bondage free,
He feels his soul enlarg'd.
3 His spirit hates deceit and lies,
His words are all sincere;
He guards his heart, he guards his eyes,
To keep his conscience clear.
4 While I my inward guilt supprest,
No quiet could I find
Thy wrath lay burning in my breast,
And rack'd my tortur'd mind.
$ Then I confess'd my troubl'd thoughts, My secret sins reveal'd;
Thy pard'ning grace forgave my faults
Thy grace my pardon seal'd.
6 This shall invite thy saints to pray:
When, like a raging flood,
Temptations rise, our strength and stay
Is a forgiving God.
437. S. M. Dr. Watts.
Adoption. 1 John iii. 1. Gal. iv. 6.
BThe Father hath bestow'd
EHOLD what wondrous grace
On sinners of a mortal race,
To call them sons of God!
2 'Tis no surprising thing
That we should be unknown;
The Jewish world knew not their King, God's everlasting Son.
3 Nor doth it yet appear
How great we must be made,
But when we see our Saviour here,
We shall be like our head.
4 A hope so much divine
May trials well endure,
May purge our souls from sense and sin,
As Christ the Lord is pure.
5 If in my Father's love
I share a filial part;
Send down thy Spirit like a dove,
To rest upon my heart.
6 We would no longer lie
Like slaves beneath the throne;
Our faith shall Abba, Father, cry,
And thou the kindred own.
438. L. M. Dr. Watts.
Nearness to God the Felicity of Christians.
RE those the happy persons here,
Who dwell the nearest to their God? Has God invited sinners near,
And Jesus bought them with his blood? 2 Go then, my soul, address the Son,
To lead thee near his Father's face;
Gaze on his glories yet unknown,
And taste the blessings of his grace.
3 Vain, vexing world, and flesh and sense,
Retire, while I approach my God;
Nor let my sins divide me thence,
Nor creatures tempt my thoughts abroad. 4 While to thy arms, my God, I press, No mortal hope, nor joy, nor fear, Shall call my soul from thy embrace, 'Tis heav'n to dwell for ever there.
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