3 There Persia glorious to behold,
There India shines in eastern gold: 
And barbarous nations at his word
Submit, and bow, and own their Lord.]

4 For him shall endless prayer be made And princes throng to crown his head; His Name like sweet perfume shall rise With every morning sacrifice.

5 People and realms of every tongue
Dwell on his love with sweetest song: 
And infant voices shall proclaim
Their early blessings on his Name.

6 Blessings abound where’er he reigns, The prisoner leaps to lose his chains, The weary find eternal rest, And all the sons of want are blest.

7 [Where he displays his healing power, Death and the curse are known no more; In him the tribes of Adam boast More blessings than their father lost.

8 Let every creature rise, and bring
Peculiar honours to our King;
Angels descend with songs again,
And earth repeat the long Amen.]

Psalm 73:1.  First Part.  C. M.
Afflicted saints happy, and
prosperous sinners cursed.

1 Now I’m convinc’d the Lord is kind
To men of heart sincere,
Yet once my foolish thoughts repin’d
And border’d on despair.

2 I griev’d to see the wicked thrive,
And spoke with angry breath,
“How pleasant and profane they live! 
“How peaceful is their death!

3 “With well-fed flesh and haughty eyes “They lay their fears to sleep; “Against the heavens their slanders rise, “While saints in silence weep.

4 “In vain I lift my hands to pray,
“And cleanse my heart in vain,
“For I am chasten’d all the day,
“The night renews my pain.’

5 Yet while my tongue indulg’d complaints,
I felt my heart reprove;
“Sure I shall thus offend thy saints,
“And grieve the men I love.”

6 But still I found my doubts too hard,
The conflict too severe,
Till I retir’d to search thy word,
And learn thy secrets there.

7 There, as in some prophetic glass,
I saw the sinner’s feet
High mounted on a slippery place,
Beside a fiery pit.

8 I heard the wretch profanely boast,
Till at thy frown he fell;
His honours in a dream were lost,
And he awakes in hell.

9 Lord, what an envious fool I was! 
How like a thoughtless beast! 
Thus to suspect thy promis’d grace,
And think the wicked blest.

10 Yet I was kept from full despair,
Upheld by power unknown;
That blessed hand that broke the snare
Shall guide me to thy throne.

Psalm 73:2. 23-8.  Second Part. 
God our portion here and hereafter.

1 God my supporter and my hope,
My help for ever near,
Thine arm of mercy held me up
When sinking in despair.

2 Thy counsels, Lord, shall guide my feet
Thro’ this dark wilderness;
Thine hand conduct me near thy seat
To dwell before thy face.

3 Were I in heaven without my God,
’Twould be no joy to me;
And whilst this earth is my abode,
I long for none but thee.