354 C. M. J. Q. ADAMS. Ps. 6. 1 O HEAL me, Lord, for I am weak; 2 of thee no memory remains My very couch in tears I steep, 3 Depart from me, all who rejoice The Lord hath heard my moaning voice, Vexation shall be their reward, And sudden shame their lot. 285 355 C. M. TATE & BRADY. The Soul thirsting for God. Ps. 42. 1 AS pants the hart for cooling streams, So longs my soul, O God, for thee, 2 For thee, my God, the living God, 3 I sigh, whene'er my musing thoughts 4. When I advanced with songs of praise, 5 One trouble calls another on, Falls spouting down, till round my soul 6 But when thy presence, Lord of life, To thee I'll midnight anthems sing, 7 Why restless, why cast down, my soul? The Soul panting for God. Ps. 42. MONTGOMERY. 2 Why art thou cast down, my soul? God shall lift thy fallen head, 357 S. M. FURNESS. "As the Hart panteth after the Water-brooks, so panteth my Soul after thee, O God." Ps. 42. 1 HERE is a world of doubt, A sorrowful abode; O, how my heart and flesh crv out 2 As for the water-brooks The hart, expiring, pants, 3 I know thy joys, O earth, The sweetness of thy cup; 4 But, ah, how woes and fears That cup of mirth is mixed with tears, 5 What have I then below, Or what but thee on high? Thee, thee, O Father, would I know, 1 O FOR a closer walk with God, A light to shine upon the road 2 Where is the blessedness I knew COWPER. 3 What peaceful hours I once enjoyed! 4 Return, O holy Dove, return, I hate the sins that made thee mourn, 288 1 THE heavens invite mine eye; 2 My warmer spirits move, And make attempts to fly; WATTS. And all their sparkling balls; 4 Vain world, farewell to you; 360 L. M. WATTS. A Sight of God mortifies us to the World. 1 UP to the fields where angels lie, And living waters gently roll, Fain would my thoughts leap out and fly, But sin hangs heavy on my soul. 2 Had I a glance of thee, my God, Kingdoms and men would vanish soon,Vanish as though I saw them not, As a dim candle dies at noon. |