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.
