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PSALM 71. Second Part. C.M.
Christ is our strength and righteousness. (cont.)
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I'll plead thy perfect righteousness,
And mention none but thine.
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How will my lips rejoice to tell
The victories of my King!
My soul, redeem'd from sin and hell,
Shall thy salvation sing.
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My tongue shall all the day proclaim
My Saviour and my God;
His death hath brought my foes to shame;
He sav'd me bv his blood.
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Awake, awake, my tuneful pow'rs,
With this delightful song:
I'll entertain the darkest hours,
Nor think the season long.
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PSALM 71. Third Part. C.M.
The aged christian's prayer and song.
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GOD of my childhood, and my youth,
The guide of all my days,
I have declared thy heav'nly truth,
And told thy wond'rous ways.
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Wilt thou forsake my hoary hairs,
And leave my fainting heart?
Who shall sustain my sinking years
If God, my strength, depart?
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Let me thy pow'r and truth proclaim
To the surviving age;
And leave a savour of thy name,
When I shall quit the stage.
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The land of silence and of death
Attends my next remove:
O may these poor remains of breath
Teach the wide world thy love!
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Thy righteousness is deep and high:
Unsearchable thy deeds:
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PSALM 71. Third Part. C.M.
The aged christian's prayer and song. (cont.)
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Thy glory spreads beyond the sky,
And all my praise exceeds.
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Oft have I heard thy threat'nings roar,
And oft endur'd the grief;
But when thy hand has prest me sore,
Thy grace was my relief.
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By long experience have I known
Thy sov'reign pow'r to save:
At thy command, I venture down
Securely to the grave.
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When I lie buried deep in dust,
My flesh shall be thy care:
These with'ring limbs with thee I trust,
To raise them strong and fair.
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PSALM 72. First Part. L.M.
The kingdom of Christ.
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GREAT God, whose universal sway
The known and unknown worlds obey,
Now give the kingdom to thy Son,
Extend his pow'r, exalt his throne.
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Thy sceptre well becomes his hands,
All heav'n submits to his commands;
His justice shall avenge the poor,
And pride and rage prevail no more.
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With pow'r he vindicates the just,
And treads th' oppressor in the dust;
His worship and his fear shall last,
'Till hours, and years, and time be past.
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As rain on meadows newly mown,
So shall he send his influence down:
His grace on fainting souls distils,
Like hcav'nly dew on thirsty hills.
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The heathen lands, that lie beneath
The shades of overspreading death,
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