He's blest whose tender care

Verse 1

He's bless'd whose tender care, Relieves the poor distress'd; When troubles gather round, The Lord shall give him rest;

Verse 2

His life with blessings crown'd, The Lord shall sure prolong; And check the will of those, Who seek to do him wrong.

Verse 3

If he, in low estate, Oppress'd with sickness lie, The Lord will comfort send, And inward strength supply:

Verse 4

Secure of this, to God, I thus my pray'r address'd, "Lord, heal my wounded soul, "For I have much trasgress'd!"

Verse 5

My foes, with sland'ring words, Attempt to wound my fame; "When shall he die," say they, "And men forget his name?"

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Suppose they visits make 'Tis all but empty show; They gather mischief then, And vent it when they go.

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With whispers such as these, To hurt me they devise: "His doom a length is come, "He's fall'n, no more to rise."

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My own familiar friend, On whom I most rely'd, Has me, whose guest he was, With open scorn defy'd.

Verse 9

But thou, my wretched state, In nercy, Lord regard, And raise me up, that they May meet their just reward.

Verse 10

Thou suffer'st not my foes, To triumph in my fall; Therefore I know thine ear, Is open when I call.

Verse 11

My life thou dost secure, From danger and disgrace; And thou shalt set me still, Before thy glorious face:

Verse 12

Let therefore Israel's Lord From age to age be blest, And all the people's joy With loud amens exprest.