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O then say no more.
PSALM XXIII. God our Shepherd. O UR Shepherd is the living Lord,
Now shall our Wants be well supply'd, His Providence and holy Word, Become our Safety and our Guide. In Paftures where Salvation grows, He makes his Saints to Feed and Rest; There living Water gently flows, And all their Food's divinely Blest.
Their wand'ring Feet his Ways mistake,
HY MN XLVII.
PSA L M XL.
And brought Salvation nigh.
Where mourning long I lay ;
Deep Bonds of miry Clay.
And taught my chearful Tongue
In a new thankful Song.
Their only Hope and Fear.
Thy Mercies, Lord, how great!
HY MN XLVIII.
FOR a shout of sacred Joy, V To God the Sov'reign King; Let every Land their Tongues Employ, . And Hymns of Triumph Sing.
Thou that hear'st when Sinners cry,
Tho' all our Crimes before thee lie, Behold them not with angry Look ! But blot their Mem'ry from thy Book. Create our Nature pure within, And form our Souls averse to Sin: Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart, Nor hide thy Presence from our Heart. Tho' we have griev'd thy Spirit, Lord, His Help and Comfort still afford ; Let Wretches now come near thy Throne, To plead the Merits of thy Son. Our Souls lie humbled in the Dust, And own thy dreadful Sentance just: Look down, O Lord, with picying Eye, And save poor Souls condemnd to Die.
H Y M N L.
Breathing after Holiness.
I Joy of Heaven to Earth come down,