PSALM XXXVI.

George Burgess

His soul deceiv'd awhile
Th' applauding world deceives;
And whisp'ring words of treach'rous guile,
The way of wisdom leaves.

E'en on his midnight bed
Dark thoughts his bosom throng:
He wakes, the paths of guilt to tread,
Nor fears its blackest wrong.

Far as the boundless sky
Thy mercy, Lord, ascends;
Far as the rolling clouds can fly,
Thy sacred truth extends.

Strong as th' eternal hills,
Thy justice holds its sway;
Deep as the depths old ocean fills,
Thy judgments' wondrous way.

Guard of all living things!
How precious is thy love,
That spreads the shadow of its wings
Our trusting race above!

Thy household's fulness sweet
Shall sate our longing dreams;
And thine own Eden's joyous seat
Shall pour refreshing streams.

For thine is life's pure rill;
Thine is the light of light:
Oh, give thy saints thy mercy still,
And give the righteous right.

Far be the foot of pride,
And far the wasting hand;
And lo! the false transgressors slide,
They fall, and ne'er shall stand!