. Poems of religion and society. ce will wash my hands, And at thine altar bend;There, with thanksgivings grateful voice, Thy wondrous works will tell»I love the mansions of thy choice, And where thine honors dwell. O HEAL ME, LORD, FOR I AM WEAK. 83 O HEAL ME, LORD, FOR I AM WEAK. O heal me, Lord, for I am weak; My bones are vexed with pain ;Let not thy hot displeasure speak; Thy burning wrath soul what sore vexations try ! How long shall they assail ?Return, and listen to my cry; Let mercy, Lord, prevail. Of thee no memory remains In deaths relentless cave ;To thee ascend no grat
. Poems of religion and society. ce will wash my hands, And at thine altar bend;There, with thanksgivings grateful voice, Thy wondrous works will tell»I love the mansions of thy choice, And where thine honors dwell. O HEAL ME, LORD, FOR I AM WEAK. 83 O HEAL ME, LORD, FOR I AM WEAK. O heal me, Lord, for I am weak; My bones are vexed with pain ;Let not thy hot displeasure speak; Thy burning wrath soul what sore vexations try ! How long shall they assail ?Return, and listen to my cry; Let mercy, Lord, prevail. Of thee no memory remains In deaths relentless cave ;To thee ascend no grateful strains Of glory from the grave:With ceaseless pain I groan and weep, So cruel are my foes;My very couch in tears I steep, My bed with grief oerflows. Depart from me, all who rejoice Iniquity to share;The Lord hath heard my moaning voice, And listened to my prayer; « 84 O HEAL ME, LORD, FOR I AM WEAK. What though my foes despise the Lord, And my destruction plot ?Vexation shall be their reward, And sudden shame their BLEST IS THE MORTAL WHOSE DELIGHT. 85 BLEST IS THE MORTAL WHOSE DELIGHT Blest is the mortal whose delight Is in the precepts of the Lord,Who meditates them day and night, And hears the holy gospels word ;From the blasphemers counsel tarns, Disdains his slanders to repeat,The luring path of sinners spurns, Nor sits upon the scorners seat. For him prosperity shall flow; Whateer he undertakes shall thrive ;But with the wicked tis not so ; Like chaff before the wind they drive:He, like the fruit-trees planted stem, Beside the rivers brink shall bear,While the green leaf shall fade for them, Nor wealth nor honors shall they share. In vain to mc rtal eyes concealed The paths of righteousness and crime To Heavens all-seeing eye revealed,Man shall discern them, too, in time8 86 BLEST IS THE MORTAL WHOSE DELIGHT. Tho blessing of the Lord shall fallUpon thff dwelling of the just; While, by the doom ?f sinners, allTheir hopes shall crumble into dust.
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