Psalm 69, Part 3

Long have I groan'd my sin to feel,
And, sinking into my own hell.
For succour look'd in vain;
No pitying comforter was near,
No tender friend my grief to cheer,
Or mitigate my pain.

1 4 Conform'd to an expiring God,
I bear my portion of His load,
And taste His bitter cup:
Saviour, at last display Thy face,
Enrich the needy by Thy grace,
And lift the mourner up.

1 5 So shall I magnify Thy name.
My Saviour-God in songs proclaim,
Which Thou wilt deign to' approve;
Better than bulls and goats to Thee
The thankful heart's sincerity,
The sacrifice of love.

1 6 The humble shall behold His grace;
Your heart shall live who seek His face,
Rejoice in steadfast hope;
He never hath the poor abhorr'd;
The mournful prisoners of the Lord
He hears, and lifts them up.

1 7 Let heaven and earth His goodness sing,
The sea, and every moving thing
That breathes below, above;
For God His Sion shall repair,
And save, and fix His people there.
Possessors of His love.

1 8 Their faithful seed shall still increase,
Heirs of His precious promises;
Who lovingly adore,
And bow their hearts to Jesu's name,
Their station in His house shall claim,
And never leave it more.