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To thee alone, my King, my God,

Will I for help repair. 2. Thou in the morn my voice shalt hear,

And with the dawning day, To thee devoutly I'll look up,

To thee devoutly pray.
3. O let all those who trust in thee,

With shouts their joy proclaim;
Let them rejoice, whom thou preserv'st,

And all that love thy name. 4. To righteous men, the righteous Lord,

His blessings will extend;
And with his favour, all his saints,

As with a shield defend.




O Thou to whom all creatures bow,

Thro' all the world how great art thou,

How glorious is thy name. 2. When heav'n, thy beauteous work on Employs my wand'ring sight, [high,


The moon, that nightly rules the sky

With stars of feebler light : 3. What's man, say I, that, Lord, thou lov'st

To keep him in thy mind ?
Or what his offspring, that thou prov'st

To him so wond'rous kind.
4. Him next in pow'r thou didst create

To thy celestial train, Ordain'd with dignity and state,

O'er all thy works to reign. 5. They jointly own his pow'rful sway,

The beasts that prey or graze ; The bird that wings its airy way,

The fish that cuts the seas.
6. O thou to whom all creatures bow

Within this earthly frame;
Thro' all the world how great art thou,

How glorious is thy name.


8. O. V.

"O God our Lord; how wonderful

Are thy works ev'ry where ;

Thy Thy fame surmounts in dignity,

The highest heav'ns that are.
2. And when I see the heav'ns above,

The works of thine own hand,
The sun, the moon, and all the stars,

In order as they stand.
3. Ev'n by the mouth of sucking babes

Thou wilt confound thy foes;
For in those babes thy might is seen,

Thy graces they disclose.
4. Lord, what is man, that thou of him

Tak'st such abundant care ;
Or what the Son of Man, whom thou

To visit dost not spare.


9. 1. O celebrate

, O I To all the list’ning world, thy works,

Thy wond'rous works declare. 2. The thoughts of them shall to my soul, Exalted pleature bring:


Whilst to thy name, O thou most high,

Triumphant praise I'll fing. 3. All those who have his goodness prov’d,

Will in his truth confide;
Whose mercy ne'er forsook the man,

That on his help rely'd.
4. Sing praises, therefore, to the Lord,

From Sion his abode:
Proclaiin his deeds, eill all the world

Confess no other God.


P s A L M

ORD, who is he, that happy man,

Whom thou so well dost love;
That he may praise thee here below,

And dwell with thee above. 2. 'Tis he whose ev'ry thought and deed,

By rules of virtue moves;
Whose gen'rous tongue disdains to speak

The thing his heart disproves.
3. Who never did a Nander forge,
His neighbour's fame to wound,


Nor hearken to a false report,

Nor malice whisper'd round.
4. Who to his plighted vows and trust

Hath ever firmly stood;
And though he promise to his loss,

Yet makes his promile good. 5.

The man who by this steady course,

Hath happiness ensur'd, When earth's foundation shakes shall stand,

By Providence fecur'd.

PS À L M 16. "M'foul thail ever bless the Lord,

Whose precepts give me light; And private counsel ftill afford

In sorrow's dismal night.
2. I strive each action to approve,

To his all-feeing eye;
No danger thall my hopes remove,

Because he ftill is nigh.
3. Therefore my heart all grief defies,
My glory fhall rejoice;


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