LXVIII. GOD's strengthening the Souls of his praying People.

MY Soul, review the trembling Days,
In which my GOD I sought;
I cry'd aloud for Aid divine,
And Aid divine he brought.

Thro' all my weak and fainting Heart
His secret Strength he spread,
And clasp'd me in his Arms of Love,
And rais'd my drooping Head.

He call'd himself my Cov'nant GOD,
His Promises he shew'd;
And wide display'd their solemn Seal
In the great Surety's Blood.

I heard his People shout around,
And join'd their chearful Song;
And saw from far the shining Seats,
Which to his Saints belong.

My GOD, what inward Strength thou giv'st
I to thy Service vow;
And in thy Strength would upward march,
Till at thy Throne I bow.