<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412892" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Psalm 145 part 3</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">v.14,17ff <br>C. M.<br>Mercy to sufferers; or, God hearing prayer.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Let every tongue thy goodness speak,<br>Thou sovereign Lord of all;<br>Thy strength'ning hands uphold the weak,<br>And raise the poor that fall.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When sorrow bows the spirit down,<br>Or virtue lies distressed<br>Beneath some proud oppressor's frown,<br>Thou giv'st the mourners rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Lord supports our tott'ring days,<br>And guides our giddy youth;<br>Holy and just are all his ways,<br>And all his words are truth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He knows the pains his servants feel,<br>He hears his children cry,<br>And their best wishes to fulfil,<br>His grace is ever nigh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His mercy never shall remove<br>From men of heart sincere;<br>He saves the souls whose humble love<br>Is joined with holy fear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[His stubborn foes his sword shall slay,<br>And pierce their hearts with pain<br>But none that serve the Lord shall say,<br>&quot;They sought his aid in vain.&quot;]</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[My lips shall dwell upon his praise,<br>And spread his fame abroad;<br>Let all the sons of Adam raise<br>The honors of their God.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Isaac+Watts">Isaac Watts</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412892" data-title="Psalm 145 part 3 de Isaac Watts" data-description="v.14,17ff C. M. Mercy to sufferers; or, God hearing prayer. Let every tongue thy goodness speak, Thou sovereign Lord of all; Thy strength'ning hands uphold the weak, And raise the poor that fall. When sorrow bows the spirit down, Or virtue lies..."></div> </div> </div>

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