While sharp reproaches wound my ears, 7 My cup is mingled with my woes, grows 8 Sense can afford no real joy To souls that feel thy frown; 9 My looks like wither'd leaves appear; 10 But thou for ever art the same, Ages to come shall know thy name, 11 Thou wilt arise and show thy face; 12 He hears his saints, he knows their cry; And by mysterious ways Redeems the pris'ners doom'd to die, 1LET Zion and her sons rejoice: Behold the promis'd hour! Her God hath heard her mourning voice, And comes t'exalt his pow'r. 2 Her dust and ruins, that remain, Are precious in our eyes; Those ruins shall be built again, He hears the dying pris'ners' groan, 5 He frees the souls condemn'd to death; And when his saints complain, It shan't be said, "That praying breath This shall be known when we are dead, That ages yet unborn may read, PSALM 102. Third Part. L. M. The saints die, but Christ and the church live. IT is the Lord our Saviour's hand Τ Weakens our strength amid the race: Disease and death, at his command, Arrest us and cut short our days. 2 Spare us, O Lord, aloud we pray, Nor let our sun go down at noon : Thy years are one eternal day; And must thy children die so soon? 3 Yet in the midst of death and grief, This thought our sorrow shall assuage; "Our Father and our Saviour live: "Christ is the same thro' ev'ry age." 4 'Twas he, this earth's foundation laid; Heav'n is the building of his hand : This earth grows old, these heav'ns shall fade, And all be chang'd at his command. 5 The starry curtains of the sky, Like garments, shall be laid aside; But still thy throne stands firm and high; Thy church for ever must abide. r 6 Before thy face thy church shall live, PSALM 103. First Part. S. M. And aid my tongue to bless his name, 2 O bless the Lord, my soul! 4 He crowns thy life with love, When ransom❜d from the grave; 5 He fills the poor with good, 6 His wondrous works and ways But sent the world his truth and grace, By his beloved Son. PSALM 103. Second Part. S. M. Mercy in the midst of judgment. 1 MY soul, repeat his praise, Whose anger is so slow to rise, 2 God will not always chide: And when his strokes are felt, His strokes are fewer than our crimes, And lighter than our guilt. 3 High as the heav'ns are rais'd Above the ground we tread; So far the riches of his grace Our highest thoughts exceed. 4 His pow'r subdues our sins: And his forgiving love, Far as the east is from the west, Doth all our guilt remove. 5 The pity of the Lord, To those that fear his name, Is such, as tender parents feel : He knows our feeble frame. 6 He knows we are but dust, Scatter'd with ev'ry breath; His anger, like a rising wind, Can send us swift to death. 7 Our days are as the grass, Or like the morning flow'r : If one sharp blast sweep o'er the field, 8 But thy compassions, Lord, And children's children ever find 1 THE 2 Ye angels, great in might, And swift to do his will; 3 Let the bright hosts who wait 4 While all his wondrous works PSALM 104. First Part. L. M: The glory of God in creation and providence: Y soul, thy great Creator praise; When cloth'd in his celestial rays, He in full majesty appears, MY And, like a robe, his glory wears. 2 The heav'ns are for his curtains spread, And swift, as thought, their armies moye |