By A Collection of Hymns

      4-6s & 2-8s. Psalm xciv.
      1 O Lord, with vengeance clad
      Most awful thou art seen!
      Yet blessed when most sad
      Our chastened souls have been;
      For we have hope to rest in joy,
      When all thy foes thou shalt destroy.

      2 The Lord will not forsake
      Nor cast the souls away,
      Who his salvation make
      Their refuge and their stay;
      But though they mourn awhile, his voice
      Shall bid his faithful ones rejoice.

      3 Had not thy help been nigh,
      O Lord, my soul had died;
      Thy mercy doth supply
      Strength when my footsteps slide:
      With many a gloomy care oppressed,
      I sought thy comforts, and found rest.

      4 A sure defence in thee
      I never fail to find;
      The tower to which I flee
      When fears distract my mind:
      Thy goodness, Lord, shall still defend,
      And guide me to my journey's end.