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There they behold thy gentler rays, And seek thy face, and learn thy praise. 5 Blest are the men whose hearts are set To find the way to Zion's gate:

God is their strength, and through the road
They lean upon their helper, God.

6 Cheerful they walk with growing strength,
Till all shall meet in heav'n at length;
Till all before thy face appear,
And join in nobler worship there.

PSALM LXXXV.

1 SALVATION is for ever nigh

The souls that fear and trust the Lord;
And grace, descending from on high,
Fresh hopes of glory shall afford.

2 Mercy and truth on earth are met,
Since Christ the Lord came down from
heav'n;

By his obedience so complete

Justice is pleas'd, and peace is given. 3 Now truth and honour shall abound, Religion dwell on earth again,

And heav'nly influence bless the ground In our Redeemer's gentle reign.

4 His righteousness is gone before,
To give us free access to God:

Our wand'ring feet shall stray no more,
But mark his steps, and keep the road.

PSALM LXXXVI.

1 RECEIVE, O Lord! my mournful suit, Thy gracious ear incline;

Hear me, distrest, and destitute
Of all relief but thine.

2 From thee perpetual bounty flows,
And plenteous pardon too;
The God of mercy, to all those
Who for that mercy sue.

3 Instruct me in thy way to go,
From sin and error free:
Fear of thy sacred name bestow;
O knit my heart to thee.

4 Thy mercy, shewn to me, in vain
My tongue essays to tell;
Redeem'd by thee from endless pain,
Redeem'd from sin and hell.

PSALM LXXXVII.

1 GOD in his earthly temple lays
Foundations for his heav'nly praise;
He likes the tents of Jacob well,
But still in Zion loves to dwell.

2 His mercy visits every house

That pay their night and morning vows;
But makes a more delightful stay,
Where churches meet to praise and pray.

3 What glories were describ'd of old!
What wonders are of Zion told!
Thou city of our God below,

Thy fame shall Tyre and Egypt know. 4 Egypt and Tyre, and Greek and Jew, Shall there begin their lives anew: Angels and men shall join to sing The hill where living waters spring.

5 When God makes up his last account
Of natives in his holy mount,
"Twill be an honour to appear
As one new-born or nourish'd there!

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1 My never-ceasing songs shall shew
The mercies of the Lord;
And make succeeding ages know,
How faithful is his word.

2 The sacred truth his lips pronounce,
Shall firm as heav'n endure;
And if he speak a promise once,
Th' eternal grace is sure.

3 How long the race of David held
The promis'd Jewish throne!
But there's a nobler cov'nant seal'd
To David's greater Son.

4 His seed for ever shall possess
A throne above the skies;
The meanest subject of his grace
Shall to that glory rise.

5 Lord God of hosts, thy wondrous ways Are sung by saints above;

And saints on earth their honours raise
To thine unchanging love.

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1 BLEST are the souls that hear and know

The gospel's joyful sound:

Peace shall attend the path they go,
And light their steps surround.

Their joy shall bear their spirits up,
Through their Redeemer's name :
His righteousness exalts their hope;
Nor Satan dares condemn.

3 The Lord, our glory and defence,
Strength and salvation gives:
Israel, thy King for ever reigns,
Thy God for ever lives.

PSALM LXXXIX, PART III.

1 REMEMBER, Lord, our mortal state, How frail our life! how short the date! Where is the man that draws his breath Safe from disease, secure from death?

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2 Lord, while we see whole nations die, Our flesh and sense repine and cry,

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Must death for ever rage and reign? "Or hast thou made mankind in vain? 3 "Where is thy promise to the just? Are not thy servants turn'd to dust?" But faith forbids these mournful sighs, And sees the sleeping dust arise. 4 That glorious hour, that dreadful day, Wipes the reproach of saints away, And clears the honour of thy word: Awake our souls, and bless the Lord.

PSALM XC.

1 THROUGH every age, eternal God,
Thou art our rest, our safe abode :
High was thy throne ere heav'n was made,
Or earth thy humble footstool laid.

2 But man, weak man, is born to die, Made up of guilt and vanity:

Thy dreadful sentence, Lord, was just, "Return, ye sinners, to your dust." 3 A thousand of our years amount Scarce to a day in thine account; Like yesterday's departed light, Or the last watch of ending night. 4 Death, like an overflowing stream, Sweeps us away: our life's a dream; An empty tale; a morning flower, Cut down and wither'd in an hour. 5 Our age to seventy years is set; How short the term; how frail the state! And if to eighty we arrive,

We rather sigh and groan, than live. 6 Teach us, O Lord, how frail is man, And kindly lengthen out our span, Till a wise care of piety

Fit us to die and dwell with thee.

PSALM XCI.

I HE that hath made his refuge God,
Shall find a most secure abode;

Shall walk all day beneath his shade,
And there at night shall rest his head.
2 Thrice happy man! thy Maker's care
Shall keep thee from the fowler's snare;
Just as a hen protects her brood

From birds of prey that seek their blood. 3 What, though a thousand at thy side, At thy right hand ten thousand died? Thy God his chosen people saves, Among the dead, amidst the graves.

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