Merrick's Psalter. a Selection of the Psalms of David, from the Version of J. Merrick, to Which Is Appended a Collection of Hymns

Merrick's Psalter. a Selection of the Psalms of David, from the Version of J. Merrick, to Which Is Appended a Collection of Hymns

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1815 edition. Excerpt: ...from my foes withheld? O, let thy mercy to my heart ItsJife-sustaiiiing pow'r impart; So shall my soul with sacred awe, And just observance, hear thy law. Fidelity of God displayed in the stability of his Works. Fix'd in the heav'ns, eternal Lord, On firmest basis rests thy word; Thy truth, unconscious of decay, Sees wasting ages roll away: Pois'd on its centre by thy hand Earth long has stood, and long shall stand; For earth, and heav'n, and seas, each hour Subservient own thy sov'reign pow'r. How had I perish'd, 'midst my woes, But that within my bosom rose The joys, which thine injunctions yield, And each invading grief dispell'd! O never, never, shall my heart, Forgetful, from thy law depart, Which, instant, kindliest succour gave, And wrought my rescue from the grave. Behold me, Lord, behold me thine; Thine ear to my request incline, And save a soul, whose wakeful thought With fervent zeal thy truths has sought., S, ._ The Word, a Light to our Paths. Thy law, from Sinai's mount reveal'd, A lantern to my feet shall yield; A light, whose beams shall o'er me dwell, And night's encircling shades dispel. Thy precepts (thus my tongue has sworn, Nor aught my purpose, Lord, shall turn;) Thy precepts, just, and wise, and true, My steps, unwearied, shall pursue. My lips their willing olfriiigs pay: Accept them gracious; and display Thy judgments to my longing eyes, While ceaseless dangers round me rise. My soul just ready to resign, To these my thoughts I still incline, Nor impious force, nor hostile snare, Shall alienate from these my care. These, while their worth my soul inflames, Its lasting heritage it claims, And pleas'd the dictates of thy will To life's last period shall fulfil. Religion without Superstition. Far hence each...show more

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  • Paperback | 32 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 2mm | 77g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 123674649X
  • 9781236746498