PSALM 36. O LORD, thy mercy my sure hope, Thy justice, like the hills, remains, Since of thy goodness all partake, O let thy people favour gain, To upright hearts thy truth display, With thee the springs of life remain, Thy presence is eternal day. PSALM 41. BLEST is the man whose feeling heart To whom the supplicating eye Is never rais'd in vain. Whose breast expands with gen'rous warmth, A stranger's woes to feel; And bleeds in pity o'er the wounds, Who spreads his kind supporting arms And brings unask'd relief. To him protection will be shewn, Descend on those who thus fulfil The perfect law of love. PSALM 41. How blest the man whose bosom glows With pity to another's woes, Who bows to poverty his ear, And wipes the helpless orphan's tear; In ev'ry woe, in ev'ry want, To him the Lord will mercy grant. Thou, Lord, his spirit wilt sustain, When languid with disease and pain; Thou wilt support his sinking head, And tend with gracious care his bed; Thy love shall bless his soul, thy hand Conduct him to the promis'd land. Let us, O Lord, thy mercy know, PSALM 41. HAPPY the man whose tender care The Lord his life, with blessings crown'd, In safety shall prolong; That seek to do him wrong. If he in languishing estate, Securely he who mercy shews PSALM 42. As pants the hart for cooling streams, For thee, my God, the living God, Grant me the favour of thy grace, Shall speak aloud thy righteousness, |