The God of Israel will support
His children, lest they faint.
6 But if our slavish fear
Will choose the road to hell,
We must expect our portion there,
Where bolder sinners dwell.
WHEN God restored our captive state,
Joy was our song, and grace our
The grace beyond our hope so great,
That joy appeared a painted dream.
2 The scoffer owns thy hand, and pays
Unwilling honors to thy name;
While we, with pleasure, shout thy praise,
With cheerful notes thy love proclaim.
3 When we review our dismal fears,
'Twas hard to think they'd vanish so;
With God we left our flowing tears;
He makes our joys like rivers flow.
4 The man that in his furrowed field
His scattered seed with sadness leaves,
Will shout to see the harvest yield
A welcome load of joyful sheaves.
The Joy of the Convert.
HEN God revealed his gracious name,
And changed my mournful state,
My rapture seemed a pleasing dream,
The grace appeared so great.
2 The world beheld the glorious change,
And did thy hand confess;
My tongue broke out in unknown strains,
And sung surprising grace.
3 "Great is the work!" my neighbors cried,
And owned the power divine;
"Great is the work!" my heart replied,
"And be the glory thine."
4 The Lord can clear the darkest skies,
Can give us day for night;
Make drops of sacred sorrow rise
To rivers of delight.
5 Let those that sow in sadness wait
Till the fair harvest come;
They shall confess their sheaves are great,
And shout the blessings home.
6 Though seed lie buried long in dust,
It sha'n't deceive their hope;
The precious grain can ne'er be lost,
For grace insures the crop.
God succeed not, all the cost
And pains to build the house are lost;
If God the city will not keep,
The watchful guards as well may sleep.
2 What if you rise before the sun,
And work and toil when day is done;
Careful and sparing eat your bread,
To shun that poverty you dread ;-
3 'Tis all in vain, till God hath bless'd;
He can make rich, yet give us rest;
Children and friends are blessings too,
If God our sovereign make them so.
4 Happy the man to whom he sends
Obedient children, faithful friends;
How sweet our daily comforts prove,
When they are seasoned with his love!
F God to build the house deny,
The builders work in vain ;
And towns, without his wakeful eye,
A useless watch maintain.
2 Before the morning beams arise,
Your painful work renew;
And, till the stars ascend the skies,
Your tiresome toil pursue;
3 Short be your sleep, and coarse your fare,
In vain, till God has bless'd:
But if his smiles attend your care,
You shall have food and rest.
4 Nor children, relatives, nor friends,
Shall real blessings prove,
Nor all the earthly joys he sends,
If sent without his love.
1 H happy man whose soul is filled
With zeal and reverend awe;
His lips to God their honors yield,
His life adorns the law.
2 A careful Providence shall stand,
And ever guard thy head;
Shall on the labors of thy hand
Its kindly blessings shed.
3 Thy wife shall be a fruitful vine;
Thy children round thy board
Each like a plant of honor shine,
And learn to fear the Lord.
4 The Lord shall thy best hopes fulfill,
For months and years to come;
The Lord, who dwells on Zion's hill,
Shall send thee blessings home.
5 This is the man whose happy eyes
Shall see his house increase;
Shall see the sinking church arise,
Then leave the world in peace.
Persecutors Punished.
1 UHave I been nursed in tears;
P from my youth, may Israel say,
My griefs were constant as the day,
And tedious as the years.
2 Up from my youth I bore the rage
Of all the sons of strife;
Oft they assailed my riper age,
But not destroyed my life.
3 Their cruel plough had torn my flesh,
With furrows long and deep;
Hourly they vexed my wounds afresh,
Nor let my sorrows sleep.
4 The Lord grew angry on his throne,
And, with impartial eye,
Measured the mischiefs they had done,
And let his arrows fly.
5 How was their insolence surprised
To hear his thunders roll;
And all the foes of Zion seized
With horror to the soul!
6 Thus shall the men that hate the saints
Be blasted from the sky;
Their glory fades, their courage faints,
And all their projects die.
7 What though they flourish tall and fair,
They have no root beneath;
Their growth shall perish in despair.
And be despised in death.
8 So corn that on the house-top stands
No hope of harvest gives;
The reaper ne'er shall fill his hands,
Nor binder fold the sheaves.
9 It springs and withers on the place;
No traveller bestows
A word of blessing on the grass,
Nor minds it as he goes.
UT of the deeps of long distress,
The borders of despair,
I sent my cries to seek thy grace,
My groans to move thine ear.
2 Great God, should thy severer eye
And thine impartial hand
Mark and revenge iniquity,
No mortal flesh could stand.
3 But there are pardons with my God
For crimes of high degree;
Thy Son has bought them with his blood,
To draw us near to thee.
4 I wait for thy salvation, Lord,
With strong desires I wait;
My soul, invited by thy word,
Stands watching at thy gate.
5 Just as the guards that keep the night
Long for the morning skies,
Watch the first beams of breaking light,
And meet them with their eyes;—
6 So waits my soul to see thy grace;
And, more intent than they,
Meets the first openings of thy face,
And finds a brighter day.
7 Then in the Lord let Israel trust;
Let Israel seek his face;
The Lord is good as well as just,
And plenteous is his grace.
8 There's full redemption at his throne,
For sinners long enslaved;
The great Redeemer is his Son
And Israel shall be saved.
Frothee, my God, I raise my cries;
ROM deep distress and troubled thoughts,
If thou severely mark our faults,
No flesh can stand before thine eyes.
2 But thou hast built thy throne of grace,
Free to dispense thy pardons there;
That sinners may approach thy face,
And hope and love, as well as fear.
3 As the benighted pilgrims wait,
And long and wish for breaking day,
So waits my soul before thy gate;
When will my God his face display?
4 My trust is fixed upon thy word,
Nor shall I trust thy word in vain;
Let mourning souls address the Lord,
And find relief from all their pain.
5 Great is his love, and large his grace,
Through the redemption of his Son;
He turns our feet from sinful ways,
And pardons what our hands have done.
Humility and Submission.
S there ambition in my heart?
Search, gracious God, and see;
Or do I act a haughty part?
Lord, I appeal to thee.
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