Laden with spoils from earth and hell, The conqueror comes with God to dwell. 7 Raised from the dead in royal state, opens heaven's eternal gate, To give his saints a blest abode,
Near their Redeemer and their God.
FIRST PART.
my soul to God,
My trust is in his name,
Let not the foes that seek my blood,
Still triumph in my shame
2 Sin and the powers of hell
Would tempt me to despair;
Lord, make me know thy covenant well,
That I may 'scape the snare.
3 From the first dawning light
Till evening shades arise,
For thy salvation, Lord, I wait,
With ever-longing eyes.
4 Remember all thy grace,
And lead me in thy truth: Forgive the sins of riper days, And follies of my youth.
5 The Lord is just and kind,
The meek shall learn his ways,
And every humble sinner find
The methods of his grace.
6 For his own goodness' sake,
He saves my soul from shame;
He pardons, though my guilt be great,
Through my Redeemer's name.
WHERE shall the man be found
That fears to offend his God,
That loves the gospel's joyful sound,
And trembles at the rod?
2 The Lord shall make him know
The secrets of his heart,
The wonders of his covenant show,
And all his love impart.
3 The dealings of his power
Are truth and mercy still,
With such as keep his covenant sure,
And love to do his will.
4 Their souls shall dwell at ease
Before their Maker's face,
Their seed shall taste the promises
In their extensive grace.
MINE eyes and my desire
Are ever to the Lord,
I love to plead his promised grace,
And rest upon his word.
2 Turn, turn thee to my soul,
Bring thy salvation near;
When will thy hand release my feet
Out of the deadly snare?
3 When shall the sovereign grace
Of my forgiving God,
Restore me from those dangerous ways
My wandering feet have trod?
4 With every morning light
My sorrow new begins;
Look on my anguish and my pain,
And pardon all my sins.
5 0! keep my soul from death
Nor put my hope to shame
For I have placed my only trust
In my Redeemer's name.
6 With humble faith I wait
To see thy face again;
Of Israel it shall ne'er be said,
He sought the Lord in vain.
JUDGE me, O Lord, and prove my ways, try my reins, and try my heart;
My faith upon thy promise stays,
Nor from thy law my feet depart.
2 I hate to walk, I hate to sit
With men of vanity and lies;
The scoffer and the hypocrite
Are the abhorrence of mine eyes.
3 Amongst thy saints will I
appear,
Arrayed in robes of innocence;
But when I stand before thy bar,
The blood of Christ is my defence.
4 I love thy habitation, Lord,
The temple where thine honours dwell,
There shall I hear thy holy word,
And there thy works of wonder tell.
5 Let not my soul be joined at last
With men of treachery and blood,
Since I my days on earth have passed
Among the saints, and near my God.
HE Lord of glory is my light,
And my salvation too;
God is my strength; nor will I fear
What all my foes can do.
2 One privilege my heart desires;
O! grant me mine abode
Among the churches of thy saints,
The temples of my God."
3 There shall I offer my requests,
And see thy beauty still,
Shall hear thy messages of love,
And there inquire thy will.
4 When troubles rise and storms appear,
There may his children hide;
God is a strong pavilion, where
He makes my soul abide.
5 Now shall my head be lifted high
Above my foes around,
And songs of joy and victory
Within thy temple sound.
OON as I heard
"Ye children, seek my grace,"
My heart replied, without delay,
I'll seek my Father's face."
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 will make my life his care,
And all my need supply.
4 My fainting flesh had died with grief,
Had not my soul believed,
To see thy grace provide relief;
Nor was my hope deceived.
5 Wait on the Lord, ye trembling saints,
And keep your courage up;
He'll raise your spirit while it faints,
And far exceed your hope.
O 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 mournful hands to pray,
Afford thy grace, nor drive me still
With impious hypocrites away.
3 To sons of falsehood, that despise
The works and wonders of thy reign,
Thy justice gives the due reward,
And sinks their souls to endless pain.
4 For ever blessed be the Lord,
Whose mercy hears my mournful voice!
My heart, that trusted in his word,
In his salvation shall rejoice.
5 Let every saint, in sore distress,
By faith approach his Saviour, God;
Then grant, O Lord, thy pardoning grace,
And feed thy church with heavenly food.
IVE to the Lord, ye sons of fame,
Give to the Lord renown and power;
Ascribe due honours to his name,
And his eternal might adore.
2 The Lord proclaims his power aloud
Through every ocean, every 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.
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