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Adored allays my fears aught should tempt bestow Who felt boundless breast bright collection of Sacred conflict—but the last counts and treasures dangerous hour days are dark didst weep o'er dismayed my spirit Divides me—for earth severer woe EDITION Experienced every human eyes feeble felt on earth felt temptation's power Glenelg glorious griefs hasten Hath Hear our solemn heart heaven but Thee heavenly wisdom's narrow Hosanna hymn love my bosom me—for a little NEW-STREET SQUARE o'er Lazarus dead o'er some stone pain and woe PARLIAMENT STREET pitying aid bestow pomp PRINTED BY SPOTTISWOODE PSALM SACRED POEMS Saviour seraph shared His daily shine Sir Robert Grant solemn Litany sore dismayed sorrowing o'er soul to stray SQUARE AND PARLIAMENT stone I bend stray From heavenly Sweet brooklet sweetly tempt my soul Thine Thou didst weep Thou showedst Thy praise Thy word vexing thoughts warbling bowers weep o'er Lazarus wounded love
Page 2 - WHEN gathering clouds around I view, And days are dark, and friends are few, On Him I lean, who, not in vain, Experienced every human pain ; He sees my wants, allays my fears, And counts and treasures up my tears. 2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray From heavenly wisdom's narrow way, To fly the good I would pursue, Or do the sin I would not do — Still He, who felt temptation's power, Shall guard me in that dangerous hour.
Page 3 - Still He, who felt temptation's power, Shall guard me in that dangerous hour, If wounded love my bosom swell, Deceived by those I prized too well, He shall his pitying aid bestow Who felt on earth severer woe, — At once betrayed, denied, or fled, By those who shared his daily bread...
Page 2 - For we have not an High Priest who cannot be touched with the feeling" of our infirmities, but was in all points tempted like as we are, yet without sin.
Page 39 - When, sorrowing, o'er some stone I bend, Which covers all that was a friend : And from his voice, his hand, his smile, Divides me — for a little while, — Thou, Saviour, seest the tears I shed, For thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead.
Page 9 - Lord of earth and heaven ! my breast Seeks in Thee its only rest : I was lost ; Thy accents mild Homeward lured Thy wandering child : I was blind ; Thy healing ray Charm...
Page 39 - And, oh, when I have safely past Through every conflict but the last, Still, still unchanging, watch beside My painful bed — for thou hast died ; Then point to realms of cloudless day, And wipe the latest tear away.
Page 5 - By Thy helpless infant years, By Thy life of want and tears, By Thy days of sore distress In the savage wilderness, By the dread mysterious hour Of the insulting tempter's power ; Turn, oh, turn a favouring eye, Hear our solemn Litany...
Page 6 - By thine hour of dire despair, By thine agony of prayer, By the cross, the nail, the thorn, Piercing spear and torturing scorn, By the gloom that veiled the skies O'er the dreadful sacrifice, Listen to our humble cry, Hear our solemn litany.
Page 3 - He, who once vouchsafed to bear The sickening anguish of despair, Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry, The throbbing heart, the streaming eye.