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PSALM CXXXVII. (D. L. M.) BY Babylon's waters we sat, Our thoughts were, O Zion, on thee, Our harps on the willow trees hung, As sad and as silent as we. The taunting and merciless foe, With jeering our sorrows affront, Bid us sing one of Solyma's songs, As once, in her courts, we were wont. But ah! shall our voices attune Her praise, in a foreign abode ? Shall the song of the Lord be profan'd By strangers, who never knew God? If, to Zion, my heart should prove false, If I love not her palaces still, May my tongue then for ever be dumb, May my hand be bereft of its skill.
LORD, accept my early vows,
Like fresh incense in thy house ;
Let my nightly worship rise,
Sweet as ev'ning sacrifice.
Watch my lips, and guard them, Lord,
Check the rash and idle word ;
Turn my feet, whene'er I stray,
Lead me in the perfect way.
Search and try my ev'ry thought,
Though my heart accuse me not ;
Walking in a false disguise,
Who can meet thy searching eyes?
Teach me, Lord, thy holy will,
Lead me to thy heav'nly hill;
Let the Spirit of thy love
Guide me to thy courts above.
PRAISE the Lord ! ye heav'ns adore him!
Praise Him, Angels in the height; Sun and moon, rejoice before him,
Praise him, all ye stars and light: Praise the Lord, for he hath spoken ;
Worlds, his mighty voice, obey'd; Laws, that never shall be broken,
For their guidance, he hath made.
Praise the Lord, for he is glorious;
Never shall his promise fail-
He hath made his saints victorious ;
Sin and death shall not prevail.
Praise the God of our salvation;
Hosts on high, his pow'r proclaim ; Heav'n and earth, and all creation,
Laud and magnify his name.
PSALM XIX. (L. M.)
THE spacious firmament on high,
With all the blue ethereal sky,
And spangled heav'ns, a shining frame,
Their Great Original proclaim.
Th’ unwearied sun, from day to day,
Does his Creator's pow'r display,
And publishes to ev'ry land
The work of an Almighty hand.
Soon as the ev'ning shades prevail,
The moon takes up the wondrous tale;
And nightly, to the list’ning earth,
Repeats the story of her birth;
Whilst all the stars that round her burn,
And all the planets in their turn,
Confirm the tidings as they roll,
And spread the truth from pole to pole.
What, though in solemn silence all
Move round this dark terrestrial ball ?
What, though no real voice nor sound
Amid their radiant orbs be found?
In reason's ear, they all rejoice,
And utter forth a glorious voice ;
For ever singing as they shine,
“ THE HAND THAT MADE US is Divine.”
AWAKE my soul, and, with the sun,
Thy daily stage of duty run;
Shake off dull sloth, and early rise,
To pay thy morning sacrifice.
Glory to thee, who safe hast kept,
And hast refresh'd me, while I slept;
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake,
I may of endless life partake.
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow;
Praise him, all creatures here below;
Praise him above, ye heav'nly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
1-AGAIN returns the day of holy rest,
Which, when he made the world, Jehovah blest;
When, like his own, he bade our labours cease,
And all be piety, and holy peace.
Let us devote this consecrated day,
To learn his will, and all we learn obey;
In pure religion's hallow'd duties share,
And bend in penitence and join in pray'r.
Father of heav'n! in whom our hopes confide,
Whose pow'r defends us, and whose precepts guide;
In life our guardian, and in death our friend:
Glory supreme be thine, till time shall end.
2-LORD, again we meet before thee,
Spar'd to see another day;
Help us, humbly we implore thee,
Worthily to praise and pray.
In our hearts thy Spirit dwelling,
Worldly cares and thoughts dispelling,
Teach us rightly to adore thee,
Learn thy will, and keep thy way.
Hear, O Lord, our full confession,
When to thee we lift our cry;
Pardon speak, for each transgression;
To our suppliant souls draw nigh;
Thy pure word our hearts directing,
Thy good grace our steps protecting,
Through the Saviour's intercession,
All we need, O Lord, supply-Amen.