Psalms 38-40
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1 A MIDST Thy wrath remember love; Restore Thy servant, Lord: Nor let a Father's chastening prove Like an avenger's sword.
2 All my desire to Thee is known, Thine eye counts every tear; And every sigh and every groan Is noticed by Thine ear.
3 Thou art my God, my only hope: My God will hear my cry; My God will bear ray spirit up When Satan bids me die.
4 My God, forgive my follies past, And be for ever nigh; O Lord of my salvation haste, Before Thy servant die! Isaac Watts, 1719
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1 BEHOLD, O Lord, my days are made A handbreadth at the most; Ere yet 'tis noon my flower must fade, And I give up the ghost.
2 Then teach me, Lord, to know mine end, And know that I am frail; To heaven let all my thoughts ascend, And let not earth prevail.
3 What is there here that I should wait, My hope's in Thee alone; When wilt Thou open glory's gate And call me to Thy throne?
4 A stranger in this land am I, A sojourner with Thee; Oh be not silent at my cry, But show Thyself to me.
5 Though I'm exiled from glory's land, Yet not from glory's King; My God is ever near at hand, And therefore I will sing. Charles H. Spurgeon, 1866
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1 I WAITED patient for the Lord, He bow'd to hear my cry; He saw me resting on His word, And brought salvation nigh.
2 He raised me from a horrid pit, Where mourning long I lay, And from my bonds released my feet, Deep bonds of miry clay.
3 Firm on a rock He made me stand, And taught my cheerful tongue To praise the wonders of His hand In a new thankful song.
4 How many are Thy thoughts of love! Thy mercies, Lord, how great! We have not words nor hours enough, Their numbers to repeat.
5 When I'm afflicted, poor, and low, And light and peace depart, My God beholds my heavy woe, And bears me on His heart. Isaac Watts, 1719.
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