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PSALM 93. L.M.
The eternal and sovereign God. (cont.)
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And everlasting holiness
Becomes the dwellings of thy grace.
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PSALM 94. First Part. C.M.
Instructive afflictions.
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O GOD, to whom revenge belongs,
Proclaim thy wrath aloud;
Let sov'reign pow'r redress our wrongs,
Let justice smite the proud.
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They say, "The Lord nor sees nor hears:"
When will the fools be wise?
Can he be deaf, who form'd their ears?
Or blind, who made their eyes?
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He knows their impious thoughts are vain,
And they shall feel his pow'r:
His wrath shall pierce their souls with pain
In some surprising hour.
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But if thy saints deserve rebuke,
Thou hast a gentler rod;
Thy providences and thy book
Shall make them know their God.
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Blest is the man, thy hands chastise,
And to his duty draw:
Thy chast'nings make thy children wise,
When they forget thy law.
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But God will ne'er cast off his saints,
Nor his own promise break;
He pardons his inheritance
For their Redeemer's sake.
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PSALM 94. Second Part. C.M.
God our support and comfort.
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WHO will arise and plead my right
Against my num'rous foes;
While earth and hell their force unite,
And all my hopes oppose?
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PSALM 94. Second Part. C.M.
God our support and comfort. (cont.)
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Had not the Lord, my rock, my help,
Sustain'd my fainting head,
My life had now in silence dwelt;
My soul among the dead.
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"Alas! my sliding feet!" I cried,
Thy promise was my prop:
Thy grace stood constant by my side,
Thy spirit bore me up.
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While multitudes of mournful thoughts
Within my bosom roll;
Thy boundless love forgives my faults,
Thy comforts cheer my soul.
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Pow'rs of iniquity may rise,
And frame pernicious laws;
But God, my refuge, rules the skies;
He will defend my cause.
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Let malice vent her rage aloud,
Let bold blasphemers scoff:
The Lord our God shall judge the proud,
And cut the sinners off.
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PSALM 95. First Part. C.M.
A psalm before prayer.
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SING to the Lord Jehovah's name,
And in his strength rejoice:
When his salvation is our theme,
Exalted be our voice.
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With thanks approach his awful sight,
And psalms of honour sing:
The Lord's a God of boundless might,
The whole creation's King.
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Let princes hear, let angels know,
How mean their natures seem,
Those gods on high, and gods below,
When once compar'd with him.
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