3 Thy love his life shall guard; thy hand Give to his lot the chosen land,
Nor leave him in the dreadful day, To everlasting foes a prey.
4 When languid with disease and pain, Thou, Lord, his Spirit wilt sustain ; Raise with thine arm his sinking head, And watch with tend'rest care his bed.
1 FROM Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand, Where Afric's sunny fountains Roll down their golden sand; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain,— They call us to deliver
Their land from error's chain.
2 Shall we, whose souls are lighted With wisdom from on high, Shall we to men benighted The lamp of light deny ? Salvation! O salvation!
The joyful sound proclaim, Till each remotest nation
Has learn'd Messiah's name.
3 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, And you, ye waters, roll, Till, like a sea of glory,
It spreads from pole to pole; Till o'er our ransom'd nature The Lamb for sinners slain, Redeemer, King, Creator, In bliss returns to reign.
1 FROM all that dwell below the skies Let the Creator's praise arise; Let the Redeemer's name be sung Through every land, by every tongue.
2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord; Eternal truth attends thy word;
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, Till suns shall rise and set no more.
I GOD of my life, to Thee I call, Afflicted at thy feet I fall;
When the great water-floods prevail, Leave not my trembling heart to fail.
2 Friend of the friendless and the faint! Where shall I lodge my deep complaint? Where but with Thee, whose open door Invites the helpless and the poor?
3 Did ever mourner plead with Thee, And Thou refuse that mourner's plea ? Does not the word still fix'd remain, That none shall seek thy face in vain ?
4 Fair is the lot that's cast for me; I have an Advocate with Thee; They, whom the world caresses most, Have no such privilege to boast.
5 Poor though I am, despis'd, forgot, Yet God, my God, forgets me not; And he is safe, and must succeed, For whom the Lord vouchsafes to plead.
From the Versions of Addison, Merrick, and
1 THE spacious firmament on high, With all the blue ethereal sky, The spangled heavens, a shining frame, Their great Original proclaim : Th' unwearied sun from day to day Does his Creator's pow'r display, And publishes to every land The work of an Almighty hand.
2 Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up her wondrous tale, And nightly to the list'ning earth Proclaims the story of her birth : While all the stars that round her burn, And all the planets in their turn, Confirm the tidings as they roll, And spread the truth from pole to pole,
3 What tho' in secret silence all Move round this dark terrestrial ball! What tho' no real voice nor sound Amid their radiant orbs be found! In reason's ear they all rejoice, And utter forth a glorious voice, For ever singing, as they shine, The hand that made us is divine.
1 THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, And feed me with a shepherd's care, His presence shall my wants supply, And guard me with a watchful eye.
2 When in the sultry plain I faint, Or on the thirsty mountain pant, To fertile vales and dewy meads, My weary, wandering steps he leads.
3 Tho' in a bare and rugged way, Thro' devious, lonely hills I stray, His bounty shall my pains beguile, The barren wilderness shall smile.
4 Tho' in the vale of death I tread, With gloomy horrors overspread, My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, For Thou, O Lord, art with me still.
« PreviousContinue » |