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PSALM 16. Third Part. L.M.
The hope and heaven of believers. (cont.)
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Hath joys substanial and sincere;
When shall I wake and find me there?
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O glorious hour O blest abode!
I shall be near and like my God!
And flesh and sin no more control
The sacred pleasures of the soul.
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My flesh shall slumber in the ground,
'Till the last trumpet's joyful sound;
Then burst the chains with sweet surprise.
And in my Saviour's image rise.
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PSALM 18. First Part. L.M.
Deliverance from despair.
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THEE will I love, O Lord, my strength,
My rock, my tower, my high defence:
Thy mighty arm shall be my trust:
For I have found salvation thence.
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Death, and the terrors of the grave,
Spread over me their dismal shade;
While floods of high temptations rose,
And made my sinking soul afraid.
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I saw the opening gates of hell
With endless pains and sorrows there,
Which none but they that feel, can tell;
While I was hurry'd to despair.
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In my distress I call'd my God,
When I could scarce believe him mine:
He bow'd his ear to my complaints;
Then did his grace appear divine.
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With speed he flew to my relief,
As on a cherub's wing he rode:
Awful and bright as lightning shone
The face of my deliv'rer, God.
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Temptations fled at his rebuke,
Dispell'd by his almighty breath;
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PSALM 18. First Part. L.M.
Deliverance from despair. (cont.)
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He sent salvation from on high,
And drew me from the depths of death.
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Great were my fears, my foes were great,
Much was their strength, and more their rage;
But Christ, my Lord, is conqu'ror still,
In all the wars that devils wage.
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My song for ever shall record
That terrible, that joyful hour;
And give the glory to the Lord
Due to his mercy and his pow'r.
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PSALM 18. Second Part. L.M.
Christian Sincerity.
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LORD, thou hast form'd my soul sincere,
Hast made thy truth and love appear:
Before mine eyes I set thy laws,
And thou has own'd my righteous cause.
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Since I have learn'd thy holy ways,
I've walk'd upright before thy face:
And if my feet from thee depart.
It grieves my soul, it wounds my heart.
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What sore temptations broke my rest!
What wars and strugglings in my breast!
But, thro' thy grace that reigns within,
I guard against my darling sin.
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The sin that close besets me still.
That works and strives against my will:
When shall thy Spirit's sov 'reign pow'r
Destroy it, that it rise no more?
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With an impartial hand, the Lord
Deals out to mortals their reward:
The kind and faithful soul shall find
A God all faithful and most kind.
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The just and pure shall ever say,
Thou art more pure, more just than they:
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