Psalm 34

The Lord whose saving love I feel
Shall be my endless song,
His mercies in my heart shall dwell,
His praises on my tongue.
My soul of Him shall make her boast;
The poor shall hear and see
My triumph, and in Jesus trust,
And bless their God like me.

Ye humble followers of my Lord,
With me exalt His praise,
Join all mankind with sweet accord
To glorify His grace.
I sought Him, and He kindly heard
The sinner in distress,
And ransom'd me from all I fear'd.
And bade me go in peace.

To Jesus, mighty to redeem.
Others like me have fled.
Nor blush'd at having hoped in Him,
But found His present aid.
The poor to my Redeemer cried.
Nor ask'd His help in vain,
By Jesus freely justified
And saved from all his pain.

The men that humbly fear their Lord
Angelic hosts attend,
And ministerial spirits guard
And keep them to the end.
O trust, ye Christless souls, and see
The Lord how good and kind,
Good in Himself, and good to me,
To you, and all mankind!

Bless'd is the man, supremely bless'd,
Who dares in God confide,
His rising grief is charm'd to rest,
His every want supphed.
Ye saints and servants of the Lord,
With lowly filial fear
Adore Him by all heaven adored,
And feel Him ever near.

Near to relieve them at their need,
Their utmost wish to grant,
The meek He doth with mercy feed,
But lets the violent want.
Poor ravenous souls, they cannot gain
The husks for which they pine.
While every good the just obtain
In perfect love Divine.

Ye men of childlike hearts draw near,
And ye my God shall know;
Divinely taught, I teach His fear,
His pure religion show.
Thou that desir'st the life of grace
To all in Jesus given.
And fain wouldst see a length of days,
The eternal days of heaven;

Thine undissembling lips refrain
From every idle word,
Evil eschew, do good, and gain
The tempers of thy Lord.
Seek the unutterable peace,
The perfect love ensue,
Then all thy sins and sorrows cease,
And thou art form'd anew.

The Lord regards with watchful eyes
His poor afflicted saints.
His ear is open to their cries.
And bows to their complaints.
The Lord abhors the faithless race
Who daringly rebel,
Against them sets His angry face,
And frowns them into hell.

But when the poor His help implore
The Lord in mercy hears.
And saves them by His gracious power
From all their griefs and fears.
From those who groan their sins to feel
He never can depart.
His power is present still to heal
The sore and broken heart.

The righteous man on every side
Is troubled and distress'd,
His faith is in the furnace tried
And bears the fiery test.
The Lord, on whom he casts his care,
Redeems his soul from thrall,
Preserves his life, his every hair,
A.nd counts and keeps them all.

But sinners shall consume away
And sink beneath their load,
Their troubles shall the wicked slay
Who hate the sons of God.
They perish; while from sin and hell
He doth His own redeem,
And not a soul shall ever fail
That dares rely on Him.