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PSALM 70. L.M.
A prayer of the church for the prescence of Christ.
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O THOU, whose hand the kingdom sways;
Whom earth, and hell, and heav'n obeys;
To help thy chosen sons appear,
And show thy pow'r and glory here!
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While stupid wretches, sunk in sleep,
Slide onward to the fiery deep,
To sense, and sin and madness giv'n,
Believe no hell, and wish no heav'n;
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While fools deride, while foes oppress,
And Zion mourns in deep distress;
Her friends withdraw, her foes grow bold;
Truth fails, and love is waxen coid.
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O haste, with ev'ry gift inspir'd,
With glory, truth, and grace attir'd,
Thou Star of heav'n's eternal morn;
Thou Sun, whom beams divine adorn!
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Assert the honour of thy name;
O'erwhelm thy foes with fear and shame;
Then, send thy Spirit from above,
And change their enmity to love.
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Saints shall be glad before thy face,
And grow in faith, in truth, and grace:
Thy church shall blossom in thy sight,
Yield fruits of peace and pure delight.
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O hither, then, thy footsteps bend;
Swift as a roe, from hills descend;
Mild as the sabbath's cheerful ray,
'Till life unfolds eternal day!
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PSALM 71. First Part. C.M.
The vengeance and compassion of God.
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MY God, my everlasting hope,
I live upon thy truth;
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PSALM 71. First Part. C.M.
The vengeance and compassion of God. (cont.)
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Thy hands have held my childhood up,
And strengthen'd all my youth.
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My flesh was fashion'd by thy pow'r,
With all these limbs of mine;
And, from my mother's painful hour,
I've been entirely thine.
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Still hath my life new wonders seen
Repeated ev'ry year;
Behold! my days that yet remain,
I trust them to thy care.
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Cast me not off when strength declines,
When hoary hairs arise;
And round me let thy glory shine,
Whene'er thy servant dies,
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Then in the hist'ry of my age,
When men review my days,
They'll read thy love in ev'ry page,
In ev'ry line thy praise.
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PSALM 71. Second Part. C.M.
Christ is our strength and righteousness.
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MY Saviour, my Almighty Friend,
When I begin thy praise,
Where will the growing numbers end,
The numbers of thy grace?
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Thou art my everlasting trust,
Thy goodness I adore!
And, since I knew thy graces first,
I speak thy glories more.
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My feet shall travel all the length
Of the celestial road;
And march with courage in thy strength,
To see my Father, God.
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When I am fill'd with sore distress
For some surprising sin,
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