Psalms, carefully suited to the Christian worship in the United States of America ‎#69

69. God's care of the saints; or, Deliverance by prayer

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 ev'ry 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 heav'nly joy their faces shine,
A beam of mercy from the skies
Fills them with light and love 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

• 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: 1791
• Scripture:
  Psalm 34
• Notes: First part

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