God's Care of his Saints; or, Deliverance by Prayer

Verse 1

LORD, I will bless Thee all my days, Thy praise shall dwell upon my tongue My soul shall glory in Thy grace, While saints rejoice to hear the song.

Verse 2

Come, magnify the LORD with me, Come, let us all exalt His name; I sought th'eternal God, and He Has not exposed my hope to shame.

Verse 3

I told him all my secret grief, My secret groaning reach'd His ears; He gave my inward pains relief; And calmed the tumult of my fears.

Verse 4

To him the poor lift their eyes, Their faces feel the heav'nly shine; A beam of mercy from the skies Fills them with light and joy divine.

Verse 5

His holy angels pitch their tents Around the men that serve the LORD; O fear and love Him, all His saints, Taste of His grace, and trust His word.

Verse 6

The wild young lions, pinched with pain And hunger, roar through all the wood; But none shall seek the LORD in vain, Nor want supplies of anything good.

Verse 7

Children, in years and knowledge young, Your parents’ hope, your parents’ joy, Attend the counsels of my tongue, Let pious thoughts your minds employ.

Verse 8

If you desire a length of days, And peace to crown your mortal state, Restrain your feet from impious ways, Your lips from slander and deceit.

Verse 9

The eyes of God regard His saints, His ears are open to their cries; He sets His frowning face against The sons of violence and lies.

Verse 10

To humble souls and broken hearts God with His grace is ever nigh; Pardon and hope His love imparts, When men in deep contrition lie.

Verse 11

He tells their tears, He counts their groans, His Son redeems their souls from death; His Spirit heals their broken bones, They in His praise employ their breath.