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2 The sparrow for her young
With pleasure seeks a nest,
To find their wonted rest :
Their constant service there!
Thro’ this dark vale of tears;
'Till each in heav'n appears. O glorious seat, when God our King Shall thither bring our willing feet ! 5 To spend one sacred day,
Where God and saints abide,
Than thousand days beside :
Our light and our defence ;
We draw our blessings thence:
His hand no good withholds
Thrice happy he, O God of hosts,
Waiting for an answer to prayer.
Thou hast our
And brought his wand'ring captives home. 2 Thou hast begun to set us free,
And made thy fiercest wrath abate :
And thy salvation be complete.
And let thy saints in thee rejoice :
Salvation by Christ.
The souls, that fear and trust the Lord;
Since Christ the Lord came down from heav'n: By his obedience so complete,
Justice is pleas’d, and peace is giv’n.
Religion dwell on earth again ;
4 His righteousness is gone before,
To give us free access to God :
PSALM 86. First Part. C. M.
A general song of praise to God. 1
There's none hath pow'r divine ;
Nor are their works like thine.
Their off'rings round thy throne :
For thou art God alone.
Teach me thy heav'nly ways;
In God my Father's praise.
Shall those sweet wonders tell;
PSALM 86. Second Part. L. M. Mourning over unbelirf, and pleading for the evidence of an
interest in Christ.
Display thy pow'r, unveil thy face;
Is not thy reign, a reign of grace ?
Bought with a price, I'm not my own;
And sought relief before thy throne. 3 But now I grope, as in the night,
I can't believe, and dare not trust;'
My path is hedg'd, I see no light,
My hopes are prostrate in the dust. 4 With fears that all experience past
Hath been delusive, false and vain,
I never shall the prize obtain.
And see the blood of sprinkling flow;
A legal spirit bids me go.
I fain would give myself away ;
And check a near approach to thee. 70! if already I've believ'd,
If Christ and I indeed be one :
Or, let the work be now begun.
And let me know that I am thine ;
And on my soul benignant shine. 9 Now, let thy Spirit from above,
Bear witness to my troubled heart;
And filial confidence impart.
That God is faithful to his saints;
PSALM 87. L. M.
The christian church. 1 OD in his earthly temple lays Foundations for his heav'nly praise ;
He likes the tents of Jacob well;
But still in Zion loves to dwell. 2 His mercy visits ev'ry house,
That pays its night and morning vows;
Where churches meet to praise and pray 3 What glories were describ'd of old !
What wonders are of Zion told !
Thy fame shall Tyre and Egypt know. 4 Egypt and Tyre, the Greek and Jew,
Shall there begin their lives anew :
The Hill, where living waters spring. 5 When God makes up his last account
Of natives in his holy mount,
Life the only accepted time. 1
HILE life prolongs its precious light,
; But soon, ah soon ! th' approaching night
Shall blot out ev'ry hope of heav'n. 2 While God invites, how bless'd the day !
How sweet the gospel's charming sound ! “Come sinners, haste, O! haste away,
“While yet a.pard’ning God he's found. 3 “ In that lone land of deep despair,
“ No Sabbath's heav'nly light shall rise ;