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2 See how in sighs I pass my days,

And waste in groans the weary night; My bed is watered with my tears,

My grief consumes and dims my sight. 3 Look how the powers of nature mourn!

How long, almighty God, how long? When shalĩ thine hour of grace return,

When shall I make thy grace my song? 4 I feel my flesh so near the grave,

My thoughts are tempted to despair; The grave can never praise the Lord,

For all is dust and silence there. 5 Depart, ye tempters, from my soul,

And all despairing thoughts, depart;
My God, who hears

my
humble

moan,
Will ease my flesh and cheer my heart.

SECOND VERSION. V. 1-3, 6, 7, 9,

C. M. Complaint and prayer in sickness. 1 IN anger, Lord, rebuke me not,

Withdraw the dreadful storm ;
Nor let thy fury grow so hot

Against a feeble worm.
2 My soul's bowed down with heavy cares,

My flesh with pain oppressed;
My couch is witness to my tears,

My tears forbid my rest.
3 Sorrow and pain wear out my days;

I waste the night with cries,
Counting the minutes as they pass,

Till the slow morning rise. 4 Shall I be still afflicted more?

Mine eyes consumed with grief?
How long, my God, how long before

Thy hand affords relief?
5 He hears when dust and ashes speak ;

He pities all our groans;
He saves us for his mercy's sake,

And heals our broken bones.

6 The virtue of his sovereign word

Restores our fainting breath;
For silent graves praise not the Lord,

Nor is he known in death.

6.

C. M

TIIIRD VERSION. v. 1–7.
1 IN mercy, not in wrath, rebuke

Thy feeble worm, my God!
My spirit dreads thine angry look,

And trembles at thy rod.
2 Have mercy, Lord, for I am weak;

Regard my heavy groans:
O let thy voice of comfort speak,

And heal my broken bones.
3 By day, my busy beating head

Is filled with anxious fears;
By night, upon my restless bed

I weep a flood of tears.
4 Thus I sit desolate and mourn,

Mine eyes grow dull with grief:
How long, my Lord, ere thou return,

And bring my soul relief!
5 O come, and show thy power to save,

And spare my fainting breath;
For who can praise thee in the grave,

Or sing thy name in death?

6.

FOURTH VERSION.

73.

V. 1, 2, 4, 5, 8, 9. 1 GENTLY, gently, lay thy rod On

my sinful head, oʻGod! Stay thy wrath, in mercy stay,

Lest I sink beneath its sway.
2 Heal

me,
for
my

flesh is weak;
Heal
me,

for thy grace I seek;
This my only plea I make, -

Heal me for thy mercy's sake.
3 Who within the silent grave

Shall proclaim thy power to save ?
Lord, my sinking soul reprieve;
Speak, and I shall rise and live.

C. M.

4 Lo! he comes—he heeds my plea!

Lo! he comes—the shadows fee!
Glory round me dawns once more;

Rise, my spirit, and adore. 7.

FIRST VERSION. v. 146.
God's care and vindication of his people.
1 MY trust is in my heavenly friend,

My hope in thee, my God;
Rise, and my helpless lise desend

From those that seek my blood.
2 With insolence and sury they

My soul in pieces tear,
As hungry lions rend the prey

When no deliverer's near.
3 If I have e'er provoked them first,

Or once abused my toe,
Then let him tread my life to dust,

And lay mine honor low.
4 If there were malice hid in me-

I know thy piercing eyes-
I should not dare appeal to thee,

Nor ask my God to rise.
5 Arise, my God, list up thy hand,

Their pride and power control;
Awake to judgment, and command

Deliverance for my soul. 7.

SECOND VERSION. V. 8-10.

God the righteous Judge of all.
1 THE Lord is Judge: before his throne

All nations shall his justice own:
O may my soul be found sincere,

And stand approved, with courage there!
2 The Lord, in righteousness arrayed,

Surveys the world his hands have made;
Pierces the heart, and tries the reins,

And judgment from on high ordains.
3 My God, my shield! around me place

The shelter of the Saviour's grace:
Then, when thine arm the just shall save,
My life shall triumph o'er the grave.

L.M

8.

FIRST VERSION. V. 1, 3, 4, 8.

S.M.
God's condescension to man.
1 O LORD, our heavenly King,

Thy name is all divine;
Thy glories round the earth are spread,

And o'er the heavens they shine.
2 When to thy works on high

I raise my wondering eyes,
And see the moon complete in light,

Adorn the darksome skies:-
3 When I survey the stars

And all their shining forms ;-
Lord, what is man, that worthless thing,

Ákin to dust and worms?
4 Lord, what is worthless man,

That thou should'st love him so?
Next to thine angels is he placed,

And lord of all below.
5 How rich thy bounties-are!

How wondrous are thy ways!
Of meanest things thy power can frame,

A monument of praise.
6 O Lord, our heavenly King,

Thy name is all divine;
Thy glories round the earth are spread,
And o’er the heavens they shine.
SECOND VERSION. V. 1–5, 9.

C. M
Christ's condescension, and glorification,
1 O LORD, our Lord, how wondrous great

Is thine exalted name!
The glories of thy heavenly state

Let men and babes proclaim.
2 When I behold thy works on high,

The moon that rules the night,
And stars that well adorn the sky,

Those moving worlds of light:-
3 Lord, what is man, or all his race,

Who dwells so far below,
That thou should'st visit him with grace,

And love his nature so?

8.

4 That thine eternal Son should bear

To take a mortal form,
Made lower than his angels are,

To save a dying worm!
5 Let him be crowned with majesty,

Who bowed his head to death;
And be his honors sounded high,

By all things that have breath.
6 Jesus, our Lord, how wondrous great

Is thine exalted name!
The glories of thy heavenly state,

Let the whole earth proclaim.
8.
THIRD VERSION. V. 1, 5–9.

L. M 1 O LORD, our Lord, in power divine,

How great is thy illustrious name!
Through all the earth thy glories shine,

Placed high above the heavenly frame. 2 Down from his throne thy Son descends,

A little time our form to wear:
Beneath th' angelic hosts he bends,

Our sufferings and our guilt to bear. 3 But, lo! thy power exalts him high,

In glorious dignity enthroned !
He bears our nature to the sky,

O’er all thy works the ruler crowned. 4 Jesus, the man, in glory sits,

Creation at his feet obeys:
To him each living tribe submits,

Natives of earth, or air, or seas. 5 Jesus, our Lord, in power divine,

How great is thy illustrious name!
Through all the earth thy glories shine,
Let the whole earth resound thy fame!
FOURTH VERSION. V. 1, 2.

L. M Children praising God. 1 ALMIGHTY Ruler of the skies,

Through the wide earth thy name is spread, And thine eternal glories rise,

O’er all the heavens thy hands have made.

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