Part 26 (1/2)

3 Within thy churches, Lord, I long to find my place, Thy power and glory to behold, And feel thy quickening grace.

4 For life without thy love No relish can afford; No joy can be compar'd to this, To serve and please the Lord.

5 To thee I'll lift my hands, And praise thee while I live; Not the rich dainties of a feast Such food or pleasure give.

6 In wakeful hours at night I call my G.o.d to mind; I think how wise thy counsels are, And all thy dealings kind.

7 Since thou hast been my help, To thee my spirit flies, And on thy watchful providence My cheerful hope relies.

8 The shadow of thy wings My soul in safety keeps; I follow where my Father leads, And he supports my steps.

Psalm 65:1. 1-5. First Part. L. M.

Public prayer and praise.

1 The praise of Sion waits for thee, My G.o.d; and praise becomes thy house; There shall thy saints thy glory see, And there perform their public vows.

2 O thou, whose mercy bends the skies To save when humble sinners pray, All lands to thee shall lift their eyes And islands of the northern sea.

3 Against my will my sins prevail, But grace shall purge away their stain; The blood of Christ will never fail To wash my garments white again.

4 Blest is the man whom thou shalt choose, And give him kind access to thee, Give him a place within thy house, To taste thy love divinely free.

PAUSE.

5 Let Babel fear when Sion prays; Babel, prepare for long distress When Sion's G.o.d himself arrays In terror, and in righteousness.

6 With dreadful glory G.o.d fulfils What his afflicted saints request; And with almighty wrath reveals His love to give his churches rest.

7 Then shall the flocking nations run To Sion's hill, and own their Lord; The rising and the setting sun Shall see their Saviour's name ador'd.

Psalm 65:2. 5-13. Second Part. L. M.

Divine providence in air, earth, and sea; or, The G.o.d of nature and grace.

1 The G.o.d of our salvation hears The groans of Sion mix'd with tears; Yet when he comes with kind designs, Thro' all the way his terror s.h.i.+nes.

2 On him the race of man depends, Far as the earth's remotest ends, Where the Creator's Name is known By nature's feeble light alone.

3 Sailors, that travel o'er the flood, Address their frighted souls to G.o.d; When tempests rage and billows roar At dreadful distance from the sh.o.r.e.

4 He bids the noisy tempest cease; He calms the raging crowd to peace, When a tumultuous nation raves Wild as the winds, and loud as waves.

5 Whole kingdoms shaken by the storm He settles in a peaceful form; Mountains establish'd by his hand, Firm on their old foundations stand.

6 Behold his ensigns sweep the sky, New comets blaze and lightnings fly, The heathen lands, with swift surprise, From the bright horrors turn their eyes.

7 At his command the morning-ray Smiles in the east, and leads the day; He guides the sun's declining wheels Over the tops of western hills.

8 Seasons and times obey his voice; The evening and the morn rejoice To see the earth made soft with showers, Laden with fruit and drest in flowers.