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Awake, my glory; harp and lute,
To all the listning nations round:
6 of 8. O God, my gracious God, to Thee My morning prayers shall offer'd be ;
For Thee my thirsty soul doth pant:
Where I refreshing waters want.
With lifted hands adore His Name :
While I with joy His praise proclaim.
And when I wake in dead of night: Because Thou still dost succour bring, Beneath the shadow of Thy wing
I rest with safety and delight.
L.M. O GOD! Thou art
God alone, Early to Thee my soul shall cry; A pilgrim in a land unknown,
A thirsty land whose springs are dry. Yet, through this rough and thorny maze
I follow hard on Thee, my God; Thine hand unseen upholds my ways,
I safely tread where Thou hast trod.
When I remember on my bed,
Thy guardian wings are round my head.
Dearer than all beside to me; For whom have I in heaven above,
Or what on earth, compared with Thee ? Praise with my
mind, my voice, For all Thy mercy My soul shall still in God rejoice,
My tongue shall bless Thee while I live.
I will give;
1, 2, 3. For Thee, O God, our constant praise
In Sion waits, Thy chosen seat; Our promised altars there we'll raise,
And all our zealous vows complete. O Thou, who to my
prayer Didst always bend Thy list’ning ear, To Thee shall all mankind repair,
And at Thy gracious throne appear.
Our sins, though numberless, in vain
To stop Thy flowing mercy try; Whilst Thou o'erlook'st the guilty stain,
And washest out the crimson dye.
9, 10, 11. 13.
L.M. LORD, from Thy unexhausted store
Thy rain relieves the thirsty ground; Makes lands, that barren were before,
With corn and useful fruits abound.
On rising ridges down it pours,
And ev'ry furrow'd valley fills ; Thou mak'st them soft with gentle showers,
In which a bless'd increase distils. Thy goodness does the circling year
With fresh returns of plenty crown; And, where Thy glorious paths appear,
Thy fruitful clouds drop fatness down. Large flocks with fleecy wool adorn
The cheerful downs; the valleys bring A plenteous crop of full-ear'd corn,
And seem for joy to shout and sing.
1, 2. 4, 5. 7.
To God their voices raise;
And spread His glorious praise.
Through all the earth the nations round
Shall Thee their God confess;
Of Thy great Name express.
And then with me you'll own,
Has wondrous judgments shown. He by His
power for ever rules; His eyes the world survey; Let no presumptuous man rebel
Against His sov'reign sway.
1, 2, 3,
S.M. To bless Thy chosen race,
mercy, Lord, incline;
On all Thy saints to shine.
And Thy salvation own.
To celebrate Thy fame;
To praise Thy glorious Name.
With joy and pious mirth,
Shalt govern aïl the earth.
1, 2, 3. 6. 9.
C.M. In Thee I put my stedfast trust,
Defend me, Lord, from shame;
For righteous is Thy Name.
To which I may resort;
Thou art my rock and fort.
My tender infant days;
To sing Thy constant praise.
When I with age decay,
My vigour fades away.
16. 19, 20. 24.
C.M. WHILE God vouchsafes me His support,
I'll in His strength go on;
And mention His alone.
How great and wondrous are
with Thee compare ?