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PSALM 102. First Part. C.M.
A prayer for the afflicted. (cont.)
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While sharp reproaches wound my ears,
Nor give my spirit rest.
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My cup is mingled with my woes,
And tears are my repast;
My daily bread like ashes grows
Unpleasant to my taste.
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Sense can afford no real joy
To souls that feel thy frown;
Lord, 'twas thy hand advanc'd me high;
Thy hand hath cast me down.
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My looks like wither'd leaves appear;
And life's declining light
Grows faint, as evening shadows are,
That vanish into night.
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But thou for ever art the same,
O my eternal God!
Ages to come shall know thy name,
And spread thy works abroad.
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Thou wilt arise and show thy face;
Nor will my Lord delay
Beyond the appointed hour of grace,
That long expected day.
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He hears his saints, he knows their cry;
And by mysterious ways
Redeems the pris'ners doom'd to die,
And fills their tongues with praise.
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PSALM 102. Second Part. C.M.
Prayer heard, and the church revived.
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LET Zion and her sons rejoice:
Behold the promis'd hour!
Her God hath heard her mourning voice,
And comes t' exalt his pow'r.
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Her dust and ruins, that remain,
Are precious in our eyes;
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PSALM 102. Second Part. C.M.
Prayer heard, and the church revived. (cont.)
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Those ruins shall be built again,
And all that dust shall rise.
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The Lord will raise Jerusalem,
And stand in glory there:
Nations shall bow before his name,
And kings attend with fear.
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He sits a sov'reign on his throne,
With pity in his eyes;
He hears the dying pris'ners' groan,
And sees their sighs arise.
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He frees the souls condemn'd to death;
And when his saints complain,
It shan't be said, "That praying breath
"Was ever spent in vain."
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This shall be known when we are dead,
And left on long record;
That ages yet unborn may read,
And trust, and praise the Lord.
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PSALM 102. Third Part. L.M.
The saints die, but Christ and the church live.
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IT is the Lord our Saviour's hand
Weakens our strength amid the race:
Disease and death, at his command,
Arrest us and cut short our days.
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Spare us, O Lord, aloud we pray,
Nor let our sun go down at noon:
Thy years are one eternal day;
And must thy children die so soon?
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Yet in the midst of death and grief,
This thought our sorrow shall assuage;
"Our Father and our Saviour live:
"Christ is the same thro' ev'ry age."
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'Twas he, this earth's foundation laid;
Heav'n is the building of his hand:
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