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Thy providence is kind and large,
Both man and beast thy bounty share;
The whole creation is thy charge,

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But saints are thy peculiar care.

From the provisions of thy house
We shall be fed with sweet repast;
There mercy like a river flows,
And brings salvation to our taste.

Life, like a fountain rich and free,
Springs from the presence of the Lord;
And in thy light our souls shall see
The glories promis'd in thy word.


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,
Out of the mire and clay;
Upon a rock he set my feet,

And he did guide my way.

To me he taught a psalm of praise,
Which I must shew abroad;
And sing new songs of thanks always
Unto the Lord our God.


HAPPY the man, whose tender care

Relieves the poor distress'd:
When he's by trouble compass'd round,
The Lord shall give him rest.

If he in languishing estate
Oppress'd with sickness lie;
The Lord will easy make his bed,
And inward strength supply.

Let therefore Israel's Lord and God
From age to age be bless'd;

And all the people's glad applause
With loud Amens express'd.


As pants the hart for cooling streams,
When heated in the chase;
So longs my soul, O God, for thee
And thy refreshing grace.

For thee my God, the living God,
My thirsty soul doth pine;
O when shall I behold thy face,
Thou Majesty divine!

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
Those happy days present,

When I with troops of pious friends
Thy temple did frequent.



GOD is our refuge in distress,
A present help when dangers press;
In him undaunted we'll confide;
Tho' earth were from her centre toss'd,
And mountains in the ocean lost,

Torn piece-meal by the roaring tide.
A gentler stream with gladness still
The city of our Lord shall fill,

The royal seat of God most high:
God dwells in Sion, whose fair towers,
Shall mock th' assaults of earthly pow'rs,
While his almighty aid is nigh.

In tumults when the heathen rag'd,
And kingdoms war against us wag'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,
On earth what desolation brought;

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,
O Lord, I do thee humbly pray;
And then my mouth shall testify
Thy praise and wond'rous works alway

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,
O Lord, thou never dost reject;
This sacrifice indeed is best,

And that thou chiefly dost expect,

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