All whose transgressions are forgiv❜n,
And cover'd with atoning blood.
2 To whom the Lord no sin imputes,
Whose heart is free from guile within,
Whose works attest his faith sincere;
True evidence of pardon'd sin.
3 By day and night, with guilt cast down,
In deep despondency opprest;
My failing strength with grief consum'd, My tortur'd conscience knew no rest. 4 I said "I will confess my sins;
Before the Lord my guilt I'll own:"
Swift as the word could reach his ear
He sent his pardoning mercy down.
5 This act of thy unbounded grace,
Memorial of thy saving power,
Shall teach thy saints to call on thee,
Thou refuge in affliction's hour.
6 When billows swell, when tempests rage,
When the great water floods prevail;
Thy children still preserv'd by thee
Shall never find thy mercy fail.
7 My hiding place secure in thee,
No terrors shall my soul annoy;
Songs of deliverance thou shalt raise,
Encompassing my soul with joy.
PSALM XXXIII. 1–9.
1 Rejoice, ye righteous, in the Lord,
Your songs triumphant raise;
For well the righteous it becomes
To celebrate his praise.
2 With sweetest melody of song
Jehovah's praise proclaim;
Let music all her pow'rs combine,
Jehovah's praise the theme.
3 For faithful is Jehovah's word;
His works with truth abound;
He justice loves, and all the earth
Is with his goodness crown'd.
4 By his almighty word at first
The heavenly arch was rear'd;
And all the beauteous hosts of light
At his command appear'd.
5 Wide oceans rise at his command;
At his command subside;
In the great deep their bounds he lays,
And curbs their swelling tide,
6 Then fear the Lord, O stand in 'awe;
Praise him while ages last:
He spake the world in order rose;
He spake and it stood fast.
7 Rejoice, ye righteous, in the Lord,
Your songs triumphant raise,
For well the righteous it becomes
To celebrate his praise.
1 Through all the changing scenes of life,
In trouble and in joy,
The praises of my God shall still
My heart and tongue employ.
2 Of his deliv'rance I will boast,
Till all who are distrest,
From my example comfort take,
And charm their griefs to rest.
30 magnify the Lord with me,
With me exalt his name;
When in distress to him I call'd,
He to my rescue came.
1 The hosts of God encamp around
The dwellings of the just;
Deliv'rance he affords to all
Who on his succour trust.
20 make but trial of his love,
Experience will decide
How blest they are, and only they,
Who in his truth confide.
3 Fear him ye saints, and you shall then
Have nothing else to fear;
Make you his service your delight,
Your wants shall be his care.
4 Though hungry lions want their prey,
The Lord will food provide
For such as put their trust in him,
And see their need supplied,
PSALM XXXVI.
PART I. 5-8.
10 Lord, thy mercy my sure hope
Above the heavenly orb ascends;
Thy sacred truth's unmeasur'd scope
Beyond the spreading sky extends.
2 Thy justice like the hills remains;
Unfathom'd depths thy judgments are;
Thy providence the world sustains;
The whole creation is thy care.
3 Since of thy goodness all partake,
With what assurance should the just
Thy shelt'ring wings their refuge make,
And saints to thy protection trust.
4 Such guests shall to thy courts be led,
To banquet on thy love's repast,
And drink, as from a fountain's head,
Of joys that shall forever last.
1 Fount of Life! alone in thee
Life's perpetual fountain dwells;
In thy light we light shall see,
Light that every shade dispels.
2 O'er the men that know thy name
Let thy loving kindness flow;
Own thy people's humble claim,
And thy righteousness bestow.
PSALM XXXVII. 34-37. (c. M.)
1 Wait on the Lord, ye sons of men,
Nor fear when tyrants frown,
Ye shall confess their pride was vain,
When justice casts them down.
2 The haughty sinner I have seen
Not fearing man nor God,
Like a tall bay-tree, fair and green,
Spreading his arms abroad.
3 But lo! he vanish'd from the ground,
Destroy'd by hands unseen;
Nor root, nor branch, nor leaf was found
Where all that pride had been.
4 But mark the man of righteousness,
His several steps attend;
True pleasure runs through all his way And peaceful is his end.
1 Lord let me know my end,
My days how brief their date,
That I may timely comprehend
How frail my best estate.
2 My life is but a span,
Mine age as nought with thee; Man, in his highest honor, man Is dust and vanity.
3 A shadow, e'en in health, Disquieted with pride;
Or rack'd with care he heaps up wealth, Which unknown heirs divide.
4 What seek I now, O Lord?
My hope is in thy name;
Blot out my sins from thy record,
Nor give me up to shame.
PART II. 11-13.
1 At thy rebuke the bloom
Of man's vain beauty flies;
And grief shall, like a moth, consume
All that delights our eyes.
2 Have pity on my fears;
Hearken to my request;
Turn not in silence from my tears,
But give the mourner rest.
3 A stranger, Lord, with thee
I walk on pilgrimage,
Where all my fathers once, like me,
Sojourned from age to age.
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