I make my holy hill his throne, 5 Be wise, ye rulers of the earth, Adore the King of heavenly birth, 6 With humble love address his throne; My are Y God, how many are my fears! Conspiring my eternal death, They break my present peace. 3 But thou, my glory and my strength, 4 I cried, and from his holy hill, 5 He shed soft slumbers on mine eyeɛ, I woke and wondered at the grace C. M. 6 What though the hosts of death and hell, 7 Arise, O Lord, fulfil thy grace, My God hath broke the serpent's teeth, 8 Salvation to the Lord belongs; LORD, how many are my foes, L. M. In this weak state of flesh and blood! My peace they daily discompose, 4 He raised my head to see the light, GOD of grace and righteousness, Thou hast enlarged me in distress, How long will scoffers love to lie, Ard dare reproach my Saviour's name? 3 Know that the Lord divides his saints From all the tribes of men beside; He hears and pities their complaints, For the dear sake of Christ that died. 4 When our obedient hands have done A thousand works of righteousness, We put our trust in God alone, And glory in his pardoning grace. 5 Let the unthinking many say, "Who will bestow some earthly good?" But, Lord, thy light and love we pray; Our souls desire this heavenly food. 6 Then shall my cheerful powers rejoice At grace divine, and love so great; Nor will I change my happy choice For all their wealth and boasted state. 4 SECOND PART. C. M. LORD, thou wilt hear me when I pray, I am for ever thine: I fear before thee all the day, 2 And while I rest my weary head 3 I pay this evening sacrifice; And when my work is done, Great God, my faith and hope relies Upon thy grace alone. 4 Thus with my thoughts composed to peace I'll give mine eyes to sleep; Thy hand in safety keeps my days, LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear To thee will I direct my prayer, 2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone 3 Thou art a God before whose sight 4 But to thy house will I resort, 5 0 may thy Spirit guide my feet 6 My watchful enemies combine 7 Lord, crush the serpent in the dust, While those that in thy mercy trust 8 The men that love and fear thy name Shall see their hopes fulfilled; The mighty God will compass them IN anger, Lord, do not chastise, Withdraw the dreadful storm; Nor let thine awful wrath arise C. M. 2 My soul's bowed down with heavy cares, 3 Sorrow and pain wear out my days; 4 Shall I be still afflicted more, My eyes consumed with grief? 5 He hears his mourning children speak, 6 The virtue of his sovereign word 6 SECOND PART. L. M. LORD, I can suffer thy rebukes, When thou with kindness dost chastise, But thy fierce wrath I cannot bear, 2 Pity my languishing estate, And ease the sorrows that I feel; The wounds thy heavy hand hath made, |