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Thy providence is kind and large,
But saints are thy peculiar care.
From the provisions of thy house
Life, like a fountain rich and free,
I WAITED long, and sought the Lord,
And patiently did bear;
At length he did to me accord
My voice and cry to hear.
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He brought me from the dreadful pit,
And he did guide my way.
To me he taught a psalm of praise,
HAPPY the man, whose tender care
Relieves the poor distress'd:
If he in languishing estate
Let therefore Israel's Lord and God
And all the people's glad applause
As pants the hart for cooling streams,
For thee my God, the living God,
Tears are my constant food, while thus
Insulting foes upbraid,
"Deluded wretch, where's now thy God? And where's his promis'd aid?"
I sigh whene'er my musing thoughts
When I with troops of pious friends
GOD is our refuge in distress,
Torn piece-meal by the roaring tide.
The royal seat of God most high:
In tumults when the heathen rag'd,
He thunder'd and dispers'd their pow'rs; The Lord of Hosts conducts our arms, Our tow'r of refuge in alarms,
Our father's guardian God and ours.
Come see the wonders he hath wrought,
How he has calm'd the jarring world: He broke the warlike spear and bow; With them their thund'ring chariots too, Into devouring flames were hurl'd.
TOUCH thou my lips, my tongue untie,
And as for outward sacrifice,
I would have offer'd many one; But thou esteem'st them of no price, And therein pleasure takest none.
The heavy heart, the mind opprest,
And that thou chiefly dost expect,