PSALM 145. v 14, 17, &c. Third Part. (C. M.) Mercy to Sufferers; or, God hearing Prayer.
I
Let every tongue thy goodness speak,
Thou sovereign Lord of all;
Thy strengthening hands uphold the weak,
And raise the poor that fall.
II
When sorrow bows the spirit down,
Or virtue lies distrest
Beneath some proud oppressor's frown,
Thou giv'st the mourners rest.
III
The Lord supports our tottering days,
And guides our giddy youth;
Holy and just are all his ways,
And all his words are truth.
IV
He knows the pains his servants feel,
He hears his children cry,
And their best wishes to fulfil
His grace is ever nigh.
V
His mercy never shall remove
From men of heart sincere;
He saves the souls whose humble love
Is join'd with holy fear.
VI
His stubborn foes his sword shall slay,
And pierce their hearts with pain;
But none that serve the Lord shall say,
‘They sought his aid in vain.’
VII
My lips shall dwell upon his praise,
And spread his fame abroad;
Let all the sons of Adam raise
The honours of their God.
The various transpositions that I have made in several parts of this
psalm, were necessary to divide it into proper lengths for public worship,
and to reduce the verses of a like sense together.
