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WATTS. The aged Saint's Reflection and Hope. Ps. 71. 1 MY God, my everlasting Hope,

I live upon thy truth;
Thy hands have held my childhood up,

And strengthened all my youth. 2 Still has my life new wonders seen

Repeated every year ;
Behold, my days that yet remain,

I trust them to thy care.
3 Cast me not off when strength declines,

When hoary hairs arise ;
And round me let thy glories shine,

Whene'er thy servant dies.
4 Then, in the history of my age,

When men review my days,
They'll read thy love in every page,

In every line thy praise.

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ADDISON. The Traveller's Hymn. 1 HOW are thy servants blest, O Lord !

How sure is their defence ! Eternal wisdom is their guide,

Their help omnipotence. 2 In foreign realms, and lands remote,

Supported by thy care, They pass unhurt through burning climes,

And breathe in tainted air.

3 Thy mercy sweetens every soil,

Makes every region please;
The hoary, frozen hills it warms,

And smooths the boisterous seas.
4 Though by the dreadful tempest tossed,

High on the broken wave,
They know thou art not slow to hear,

Nor impotent to save.
5 The storm is laid ; the winds retire,

Obedient to thy will;
The sea, that roars at thy command,

At thy command is still.
6 In midst of dangers, fears, and death,

Thy goodness I'll adore,
And praise thee for thy mercies past,

And humbly hope for more.

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WATTS. The Seaman's Hymn. Ps. 107. 1 WOULD you behold the works of God,

His wonders in the world abroad,
Go with the mariners, and trace

The unknown regions of the seas.
2 They leave their native shores behind,

And seize the favor of the wind,
Till God command, and tempests rise,

That heave the ocean to the skies.
3 When land is far, and death is nigh,

Lost to all hope, to God they cry;
His mercy hears the loud address,
And sends salvation in distress.

4 He bids the winds their wrath assuage;

The furious waves forget their rage;
'Tis calm, and sailors smile to see

The haven where they wished to be. 5 O, may the sons of men record

The wondrous goodness of the Lord;
Let them their private offerings bring,
And in the church his glory sing.

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Ps. 107.

1 O THAT the race of men would raise

Their voices to their heavenly King, And with the sacrifice of praise

The glories of Jehovah sing ! Ye navigators of the sea,

Your course on ocean's tides who keep, And there Jehovah's wonders see,

His wonders in the briny deep!

2 He speaks; conflicting whirlwinds fly;

The waves in swelling torrents flow; They mount, aspire to heaven on high;

They sink, as if to hell below: Their souls with terror melt away ;

They stagger, as if drunk with wine ; Their skill is vain, to thee they pray;

0, save them, Energy divine ! 3 He stays the storm ; the waves subside;

Their hearts with rapture are inspired ; Soft breezes waft them o'er the tide,

In gladness, to their port desired :

O that mankind the song would raise,

Jehovah's goodness to proclaim !
Assembled nations shout his praise,

Assembled elders bless his name !

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WATTS. The Exile's Hymn. Ps. 137. 1 WHEN by the flowing brooks we sat,

The brooks of Babylon the proud, We thought on Sion's mournful state,

And wept her woes, and wailed aloud. . 2 Thoughtless of every cheerful air,

For grief had all our harps unstrung, Our harps, neglected in despair,

And silent, on the willows hung. 3 Our foes, who made our land their spoil,

Our barbarous lords, with haughty tongues Bid us forget our groans awhile,

And give a taste of Sion's songs.
4 How shall we sing, in heathen lands,

Our holy songs to ears profane ?
Lord, shall our lips, at their commands,

Pronounce thy dreadful name in vain ? 5 O, let my tongue grow dry, and cleave

Fast to my mouth in silence still ; Let some avenging power bereave

My fingers of their tuneful skill, 6 If I thy sacred rites profane,

O Salem, or thy dust despise, If I indulge one cheerful strain,

Till I shall see thy towers arise.

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TO God, the only wise,

Our Savior and our King,
Let all who dwell below the skies

Their grateful praises bring.

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TO God, the only wise,

Who keeps us by his word, Be glory now and evermore,

Through Jesus Christ our Lord.

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TO him who reigns in worlds of light,

The Eternal King of heaven, Be honor, majesty, and might,

And praise, and glory, given.

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