5 Thy promises are true, Thy grace is ever new; There fix'd thy church shall ne'er remove: Thy saints with holy fear Shall in thy courts appear, And sing thine everlasting love. Repeat the fourth stanza to complete the old tune. Psalm 94:1. 1 2 7-14. First Part. Saints chastised, and sinners destroyed; or, Instructive afflictions. 1 God, to whom revenge belongs, Proclaim thy truth aloud Let Sovereign Power redress our wrongs, Let justice smite the proud. 2 They say, "The Lord nor sees nor hears;" When will the fools be wise! Can he be deaf who form'd their ears? Or blind, who made their eyes? 3 He knows their impious thoughts are vain, And they shall feel his power; His wrath shall pierce their souls with pain In some surprising hour. 4 But if thy saints deserve rebuke, Thou hast a gentler rod; Thy providences and thy book Shall make them know their God. 5 Blest is the man thy hands chastise, And to his duty draw; Thy scourges make thy children wise When they forget thy law. 6 But God will ne'er cast off his saints, Nor his own promise break; He pardons his inheritance For their Redeemer's sake. Psalm 94:2. 16-23. Second Part. God our support and comfort; or, Deliverance from temptation and persecution. 1 Who will arise and plead my right Against my numerous foes, While earth and hell their force unite, And all my hopes oppose? 2 Had not the Lord, my rock, my help, Sustain'd my fainting head, My life had now in silence dwelt, My soul amongst the dead. 3 "Alas! my sliding feet," I cry'd; Thy promise was my prop; Thy grace stood constant by my side, Thy Spirit bore me up. 4 While multitudes of mournful thoughts Within my bosom roll, Thy boundless love forgives my faults, Thy comforts cheer my soul. 5 Powers of iniquity may rise, And frame pernicious laws; But God, my refuge, rules the skies, He will defend my cause. 6 Let malice vent her rage aloud, Let bold blasphemers scoff; The Lord our God shall judge the proud, And cut the sinners off. Psalm 95:1. C. M. A psalm before prayer. 1 Sing to the Lord Jehovah's Name, And in his strength rejoice; When his salvation is our theme, Exalted be our voice. 2 With thanks approach his awful sight, And psalms of honour sing; The Lord's a God of boundless might, The whole creation's King. 3 Let princes hear, let angels know, How mean their natures seem, Those gods on high, and gods below, When once compar'd with him. 4 Earth with its caverns dark and deep Lies in his spacious hand, He fix'd the seas what bounds to keep, And where the hills must stand. 5 Come, and with humble souls adore, Come, kneel before his face; O may the creatures of his power Be children of his grace! 6 Now is the time: he bends his ear, And waits for your request; Come, lest he rouse his wrath and swear "Ye shall not see my rest." Psalm 95:2. S. M. A psalm before sermon. 1 Come, sound his praise abroad, And hymns of glory sing; Jehovah is the sovereign God, The universal King.