59b | Doctor Watts's imitation of the Psalms of David, to which is added a collection of hymns; the whole applied to the state of the Christian Church in general (3rd ed.)#60 | 61a |
1 Lord, I will bless you all my days,
Thy praise shall dwell upon my tongue;
My soul shall glory in thy grace,
While saints rejoice to hear the song.
2 Come, magnify the Lord with me,
Let every heart exalt his name;
I sought th' eternal God, and he
Has not expos'd my hope to shame.
3 I told him all my secret grief,
My secret groaning reach'd his ears;
He gave my inward pains relief,
And calm'd the tumult of my fears.
4 To him the poor lift their eyes,
With heavenly joy their faces shine,
A beam of mercy from the skies
Fills them with light and joy divine.
5 His holy angels pitch their tents
Around the men that serve the Lord;
Oh fear and love him, all his saints,
Taste of his grace, and trust his word.
6 The wild young lions, pinch'd with pain
And hunger, roar through all the wood;
But none shall seek the Lord in vain,
Nor want supplies of real good.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Lord, I will bless thee all my days |
Title: | God's Care of the Saints; or, Deliverance by Prayer |
Meter: | Long Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1786 |
Scripture: | |
Topic: | Afflictions: removed by prayer; Angels: guardian; Care of God over his Saints(14 more...) |
Notes: | First Part |