P.XXXIX. O Lord, thy mercy, my sure hope

1 O Lord, thy mercy, my sure hope,
The highest orb of heav'n transcends,
Thy sacred truth's unmeasure'd scope
Beyond the spreading sky extends.

2 Thy justice like the hills remains;
Unfathom'd depths Thy judgments are;
Thy providence the world sustains,
The whole creation is thy care.

3 Since of thy goodness all partake,
With what assurance should the just
Thy shelt'ring wings their refuge make,
And saints to thy protection trust!

4 Such guests shall to thy courts be led,
To banquet on thy love's repast,
And drink, as from a fountain's head,
Of joys that shall forever last.

5 With thee the springs of life remain,
Thy presence is eternal day:
O let thy saints thy favour gain:
To upright hearts thy truth display.

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First Line: O Lord, thy mercy, my sure hope
Language: English
Publication Date: 1789
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Topic: Instructive Psalms
Source: Tate and Brady's New Version
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