Psalms 61-63

Psalm 61 (2 of 2)

1 HAIL, gracious source of every good, Our Saviour and defence, Thou art our glory and our shield, Our help and confidence.

2 When anxious cares disturb the breast, When threatening foes are nigh, To Thee we pour our deep complaint, To Thee for succour fly.

3 Blest tower of strength, exalted rock, Whence living waters now, Jesus our Lord, the only hope Of fallen man below.

4 To Thee we heavy laden come, To Thee our sorrows bring;

Oh hear! and save us from the storm, Beneath Thy sheltering wing.

Harriett Auber, 1829.

Psalm 62

1 WHEN dangers press and fears invade, Oh let us not rely On man, who, in the balance weigh'd, Is light as vanity!

2 Riches have wings and fly away;

Health's blooming cheek grows pale;

Vigour and strength must soon decay, And worldly wisdom fail.

3 But God, our God, is still the same, As at that solemn hour When thunders spake His awful name, His majesty and power.

4 And still sweet mercy's voice is heard, Proclaiming from above That good and gracious is the Lord. And all His works are love.

5 Then trust in God, and God alone, On Him in faith rely; For man, and all his works, are known To be but vanity.

Harriett Auber, 1829.

Psalm 63 (1 of 3)

1 EARLY, my God, without delay, I haste to seek Thy face; My thirsty spirit faints away Without Thy cheering grace.

2 So pilgrims on the scorching sand, Beneath a burning sky, Long for a cooling stream at hand, And they must drink or die.

3 I've seen Thy glory and Thy power Through all Thy temple shine; My God, repeat that heavenly hour, That vision so divine.

4 Not all the blessings of a feast Can please my soul so well, As when Thy richer grace I taste, And in Thy presence dwell.

5 Not life itself, with all her joys, Can my best passions move; Or raise so high my cheerful voice, As Thy forgiving love.

6 Thus, till my last expiring day, I'll bless my God and King;

Thus will I lift my hands to pray, And tune my lips to sing.

Isaac Watts, 1719.