In the great rewarding day
He will all your deeds repay!
Third Ver.—11s. Tappan. Portuguese Hymn.
God our Refuge and Strength.
1 IN truth, O my soul, upon God thou dost wait,
And He, thy Defence and Salvation, is near;
Protected by Him, what can harm thy estate,
And what form of ill need awaken thy fear?
2 On Him wait thou only, my soul in distress,
He only, my Rock and Salvation, is nigh;
He will me protect, and his name shall I bless,
He will me exalt up to heaven on high!
3 In God is salvation! my hope is the Lord;
The Lord is my strength, and the Rock of my might;
At all times, ye people, confide in his word;
Before Him outpour all your heart with delight!
63. FIRST VERSION.-L. M. Brewer. Uxbridge.
Delight in God and his Worship.
Aff 1 GREAT God! indulge my humble claim,
Thou art my hope, my joy, my rest;
The glories, that compose thy name,
Stand all engag'd to make me blest.
2 Thou great and good, Thou just and wise,
Thou art my Father and my God!
And I am thine by sacred ties,
Thy son, thy servant, bought with blood.
3 With heart, and eyes, and lifted hands
For Thee I long, to Thee I look,
As travellers in thirsty lands
Pant for the cooling water brook.
4 With early feet I love t'appear
Among thy saints, and seek thy face:
Oft have I seen thy glory there,
And felt the pow'r of sov'reign grace.
5 I'll lift my hands, I'll raise my voice,
While I have breath to pray or praise ;
This work shall make my heart rejoice,
And spend the remnant of my days.
SECOND VERSION.-L. M. Bernard. Nazareth.
Longing for the House of God.
1 I'M banish'd from thy house, O Lord;
In dreary wilderness I stray:
No streams of life from thy good word
My soul's keen thirstiness allay.
aff 2 O, how I long again to stand
Within thy holy temple's door,-
To hear thy law and just command,
And see thy glory there once more!
3 Yet, while in desert's paths I rove,
Thy mercies, Lord, are near to me;
Better than life I prize thy love,—
My praise shall ceaseless rise to Thee!
p 4 In silent watches of the night,
As on thy name I musing think,
My soul is gladden'd with delight,— mf Full draughts of joy and hope I drink!
5 Then, Lord, in Thee I'll ever trust,
Under thy shad'wing wings rejoice,
And, though I lie down in the dust,
In heav'n I'll lift my raptur'd voice!
THIRD VERSION.-L. P. M. Nashville. Midian.
Delight in God.
Aff 1 FOR Thee, O Lord, with strong desire
My soul doth earnestly inquire;
I long, I thirst, I pant for Thee,-
As traveller in desert wide,
Where no sweet water-brook doth glide,
The crystal well desires to see!
2 In watches of the silent night
Visions of Thee shall cheer my sight,
My soul shall triumph in thy love;
Because thy goodness, Lord, I know,
I'll praise Thee, while I dwell below,
And praise Thee in the heav'n above! ALLEN.
FOURTH VER.-C. M. Lanesborough. Laurens.
1 EARLY, my God, without delay,
I haste to seek thy face;
My thirsty spirit faints away
Without thy cheering grace.
2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand,
Beneath a burning sky,
Long for a cooling stream at hand,
And they must drink or die!
3 I've seen thy glory and thy power
Through all thy temple shine;
My God, repeat that heav'nly hour,
That vision, so divine!
mf 4 Not life itself, with all its joys,
Can my best passions move,
Or raise so high my cheerful voice,
As thy forgiving love.
> 5 Thus, till my last expiring day,
I'll bless my God and King;
Thus will I lift my hands to pray,
And tune my lips to sing!
FIFTH VERSION.-C. M. Nottingham. Stephens.
p 1 'T WAS in the watches of the night, I thought upon thy power,
I kept thy face, O Lord, in sight
Amidst the darkest hour.
2 My flesh lay resting on my bed,
My soul arose on high ;—
"My God, my life, my hope," I said,
"Bring thy salvation nigh."
3 My spirit labors up thine hill,
And climbs the heav'nly road;
But thy right hand upholds me still,
While I pursue my God.
4 Thy mercy stretches o'er my head
The shadow of thy wings;
My heart rejoices in thine aid,
My tongue awakes and sings!
SIXTH VERSION.-C. M. Downs. Medfield.
Thirsting for God.
Aff 1 O, GOD, my God! for Thee I thirst,
In deserts while I stray;
Q, from the rock some stream to burst,
To cheer me in my way!
2 Within thy house once more reveal
The wonders of thy love,
That I again may taste and feel
Thy temple-joys above!
3 Thy loving kindness; O my Lord,
Than life is better far
The light of thy pure, faithful word
Shall be my guiding star.
4 And when at last upon my bed,
At life's near close, I rest
My weary, fainting, dying head,
mf Thy name shall still be blest!
SEVENTH VERSION.-S. M. Boylston. Olmutz. Seeking God.
1 MY God, permit my tongue
This joy, to call Thee mine;
And in my heart awake a song
In praise of love divine.
2 My thirsty, fainting soul
Thy mercy does implore;
Not travellers, where sand-waves roll,
Can pant for water more.
3 Within thy churches, Lord,
I long to find my place;
To see thy pow'r, to taste thy word,
And feel thy quick'ning grace!
aff 4 For life without thy love
No relish can afford;
No joy, compar'd with this, I prove,
To serve and please the Lord!
. 5 In wakeful hours of night
I call my God to mind;
I deem thy counsels wise and right,
And all thy dealings kind.
mf 6 My Help and my Defence!
To Thee my spirit flies,
And on thy watchful providence
My cheerful hope relies.
7 The shadow of thy wings
In safety keeps my soul;
Naught to my heart despondence brings,
mf Thou dost all things control!
EIGHTH VERSION.-78. Nuremburg. Alsen.
mf 1 THOU art, Lord, my God and Rock,
And forever will be mine!
Naught my confidence shall shock,
Naught remove thy love divine!
mp 2 Thirsty, faint, my soul implores
Mercy, grace, and peace from Thee;
Pilgrims on the sun-burnt shores
Ne'er the stream would gladlier see!
aff 3 Lord, thy glory and thy power
In thy house would I behold;
Show thyself to me once more
All thy grace and love unfold!
4 Better far, than life and joy,
I thy loving kindness deem;
Therefore songs my lips employ,
Praising mercy's ceaseless stream!
5 In the silent hours of night
On thy goodness do I dwell;
Ever in the realms of light
< From my lips thy praise shall swell!
NINTH VERSION.-6 & 4. Oakham. Italian Hymn.
Thirsting for God.
Af1 FOR Thee with strong desire
My soul doth, Lord, inquire;
I thirst for Thee,
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