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Psalm XXIV,

The Ascension of Christ.

1 OUR LORD is risen from the dead!
Our SAVIOUR is gone up on high!
The pow'rs of Hell are captive led,
Dragg'd to the portals of the sky.

2 There His triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay:
Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates!
Ye everlasting doors! give way.

3 Loose all your bars of massy light,

And wide unfold th' ethereal scene; He claims the mansions as His right: Receive the King of Glory in.

4 Who is the King of Glory? who?
The LORD, who all his foes o'ercame;
The world, sin, death, and Hell o'erthrew ;
And JESUS is the Conq'ror's name.

5 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay:
Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates!
Ye everlasting doors! give way.

6 Who is the King of Glory? who?

The LORD of glorious pow'r possest; The King of saints and angels too, GOD over all, for ever blest.

Psalm XXVII.

The Church our Delight and Safety.

1 THE LORD of glory is my light,
And my salvation too;

God is my strength, nor will I fear
What all my foes can do.

2 One privilege my heart desires;
O grant me an abode

Among the churches of Thy saints,
The temples of my GOD!

3 There shall I offer my requests,
And see Thy beauty still;
Shall hear Thy messages of love,
And there inquire Thy will.

4 When troubles rise, and storms appear,
There may His children hide:
GOD has a strong pavilion where
He makes my soul abide.

5 Now shall my head be lifted high
Above my foes around,

And songs of joy and victory
Within Thy temple sound.

Psalm XXVII.

Secking God with Prayer and Hope.

1 SOON as I heard my Father say,
Ye children, seek my grace;'

My heart replied without delay,
I'll seek my Father's face.'

2 Let not Thy face be hid from me,
Nor frown my soul away;
GOD of my life, I fly to thee
In this distressing day.

3 Should friends and kindred near and dear Leave me to want, or die,

My GOD would make my life His care,
And all my need supply.

4 My fainting flesh had dy'd with grief,
Had not my soul believ'd

To see thy grace provide relief,
Nor was my hope deceiv'd.

5 Wait on the LORD, ye trembling saints,
And keep your courage up;
He'll raise your spirit when it faints,
And far exceed your hope.

Psalm XXX.

On recovering from Sickness.

1 I WILL extol thee, LORD, on high:
At Thy command diseasés fly:

Who but a GoD can speak and save
From the dark borders of the grave?

2 Sing to the LORD, ye saints of His,
And tell how large His goodness is;
Let all your pow'rs rejoice and bless,
While you record His holiness.

3 His anger but a moment stays;
His love is life and length of days:
Though grief and tears the night employ,
The morning-star restores the joy.

4 But I forgot Thine arm was strong,
Which made my mountain stand so long;
Soon as Thy face began to hide,

My health was gone, my comforts dy'd.

5 My groans, and tears, and forms of woe,
Are turn'd to sweetest praises now;
My sackcloth falls, by Thee unbound,
And joy and gladness gird me round.

Psalm XXXII.

A guilty Conscience eased by Confession.
1 BLEST is the man, for ever bless'd,
Whose guilt is pardon'd by his GOD;
Whose sins with sorrow are confess'd,
And cover'd with his SAVIOUR'S blood.

2 While I keep silence, and conceal
My heavy guilt within my heart,
What torments doth my conscience feel!
What agonies of inward smart!

3 I spread my sins before the LORD,
And all my secret faults confess;
Thy Gospel speaks a pard'ning word,
Thine holy SPIRIT seals the grace.
4 For this shall ev'ry humble soul

Make swift addresses to Thy seat: When floods of huge temptations roll, There shall they find a blest retreat. 5 How safe beneath Thy wings I lie, When days grow dark, and storms appear! And when I walk, Thy watchful eye Shall guide me safe from ev'ry snare.

Psalm XXXIII.

Saints invited to praise the Creator.

1 YE saints! rejoice; the work of praise
By right to you belongs:
For sweet and unpolluted lays
Sound comely on your tongues.

2 Let ev'ry harp it's tribute bring,
Your utmost skill employ ;
And tune the long-neglected string
To swell the gen'ral joy.

3 Sing to the LORD, with cheerful might,
Memorials ever new;

For GOD's all-gracious Word is right,
And all His works are true.

4 His love to earth's remotest verge
Appears in rich display :

He breathes-Heav'n's countless orbs emerge
In tuneful, bright array.

5 When from the wild chaotic flood

He call'd the solid land,

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He spake 'twas done-and fast it stood
At his supreme command.

6 Tremble, O earth!. beneath His nod;
Ye nations! dread His frown;

But-blest are they whom such a GoD
Shall choose to make His own.

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